Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

When it came to being completely honest with each other, Song Xijin's competitive spirit actually kicked in.

He looked up at Lu Yu.

The man stood in front of him, his white shirt buttoned up neatly, and his trousers also on properly.

Not a single strand of hair was out of place.

The two people are in completely unequal situations.

One was practically naked, while the other was impeccably dressed.

Song Xijin objected: "I'm the one taking my clothes off, while you're all dressed up?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled at Lu Yu's shirt.

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, he moved quickly and nimbly.

The button was ripped open, and one of them flew out and bounced on the tile floor with a crisp sound.

After taking off his shirt, he went to pull on Lu Yu's belt.

It was untied in no time; the technique wasn't exactly skillful, but it was direct enough.

Lu Yu didn't stop him, and just stood there letting Song Xijin pull him.

The shirt was ripped off, and the pants were pulled down, finally exposing the two people's skin to the same air.

The temperature in the bathroom is a bit higher than in the living room.

Steam rose from the bathtub, slowly gathering into a layer of white mist in the space.

Song Xijin's gaze swept over Lu Yu.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, well-defined but not exaggerated muscle lines, and clearly visible abdominal muscles.

Two diagonal muscle lines extend from the sides of the waist...

This young man's body is full of power and vitality.

Completely different from Song Xijin's own fair complexion, which was meticulously maintained.

Song Xijin's Adam's apple bobbed up and down again.

The next moment, Lu Yu wrapped her arms around his waist, and the two of them fell into the bathtub together.

Water splashed up and overflowed in a large area.

Warm water enveloped them from all sides, washing over their chests and immersing them both in it.

Song Xijin's hair was wet from the splashing water, with stray strands sticking to her brow bone and water droplets running down her cheeks.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, and just as he was about to speak, Lu Yu's hand reached out.

She squeezed some shower gel into her palm, lathered it into a rich foam, and began to apply it to his body.

"I...I'll do it myself."

"Don't move." Lu Yu's voice was right next to his ear, low and deep, echoing in the bathroom with a reverberant effect.

Song Xijin's ears went numb from hearing this.

Lu Yu's hands roamed over Song Xijin's body, coated with the slippery foam of shower gel. Starting from the back of his neck and moving downwards...

Carefully rub along the spine, little by little.

The technique wasn't professional, but the force was well controlled.

Song Xijin didn't feel offended, nor did he feel that Lu Yu was just being perfunctory.

His back straightened unconsciously, his shoulder blades protruded under his skin, and the lines of his spine were patted by the water in the bathtub.

Lu Yu's hand had already reached his waist.

Song Xijin fell silent.

The steam in the bathroom made his cheeks increasingly red, whether from the heat or something else, he couldn't tell.

Lu Yu washed it very carefully.

From the back and arms to the waist and abdomen, even the spaces between the fingers and the ankles were not spared.

His hands were large, his fingers long and strong, and his fingertips had a few thin calluses.

Despite her humble origins, Lu Yu never suffered any hardship or did any manual labor.

Those are from playing basketball in the past.

The touch of those hands on Song Xijin's delicate skin brought out a subtle roughness.

With each touch, the muscles beneath Song Xijin's skin tensed slightly, and she couldn't help but tremble.

After washing her face, Song Xijin's face was completely red.

But he still stubbornly maintained that unyielding expression.

It's as if as long as he keeps a straight expression on his face, he'll still be the one in control.

Looking at him like this, Lu Yu felt a little like laughing for some reason.

He held back.

Song Xijin is like a white swan with its neck held high.

What about yourself?

Are you a toad trying to eat swan meat?

After washing, Lu Yu pulled Song Xijin out of the bathtub, picked up a bath towel from the shelf next to him, and wrapped him up from head to toe.

The bath towel was large, thick, snow-white, and fluffy.

He enveloped Song Xijin completely, leaving only her steaming face exposed.

Song Xijin was wrapped in a bath towel, her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead and face, and water droplets still clung to her eyelashes.

He looks several years younger than usual.

The original aloofness, which kept strangers at bay, was softened by the heat, revealing the vibrant underlying color.

Lu Yu picked the person up in his arms.

This time, Song Xijin couldn't put his arm around his shoulder anymore. He was wrapped in a bath towel, his head resting on Lu Yu's chest, obediently being held.

Lu Yu carried the person to the bedside, bent down, and placed the person on the bed.

The bedding was neatly laid out, without a single wrinkle before Lu Yu placed Song Xijin on it.

It's obvious that no one has slept there before.

Song Xijin sank into the soft quilt, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and turned over, leaving a small wet patch on the pillow with her hair.

Lu Yu sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly thought of a question:

Do you have any taos at home?

He asked directly.

Song Xijin glanced at him sideways, her eyes carrying a hint of languor and allure, as well as a touch of offended arrogance.

It made him look exceptionally lively.

"What? Are you afraid I'm sick?"

Lu Yu honestly shook his head: "No, I'm afraid you'll get hurt, and I'm even more afraid you'll feel uncomfortable."

These words pleased Song Xijin greatly.

He wrapped himself in a bath towel and rubbed himself against the headboard, then raised his chin and nodded towards the bedside table, his posture both noble and languid.

"It's inside, take it yourself."

He then added, "The drawer on the left."

Lu Yu walked over, opened the drawer, and sure enough, there were several boxes inside, neatly stacked in the drawer, with the plastic seals on the boxes still intact.

There was also a new, unopened bottle of liquid next to it.

Lu Yu took everything out and looked down at the instructions on the packaging box.

They were quite well prepared.

"You prepared this?"

He turned and glanced at Song Xijin.

Song Xijin, wrapped in a bath towel and lying on the bed, rolled her eyes upon hearing this:

"If I didn't prepare it, who else could have?"

"Lu Yu, I'm an adult, just in case."

Although Song Xijin had never actually slept with anyone, she wasn't completely ignorant.

He's not that innocent.

He had prepared everything he needed a long time ago, knowing he would need it sooner or later.

I just didn't expect that Lu Yu would be the first person to use it.

He's about to break up with his ex-boyfriend.

Life is truly amazing.

Lu Yu unpacked the box containing the spirits, prepared everything he needed, and then walked to the door to turn off the light.

"Don't turn it off." Song Xijin's voice came from the bed.

Lu Yu's hand stopped on the switch, and she turned to look at him.

Song Xijin, wrapped in a bath towel, leaned against the headboard, one arm draped over the pillow. Her wet hair was half-dry and sticking out messily.

It made his face look less aloof than usual, and more tender.

"It's alright, you can turn it off, just leave this one on."

Song Xijin pointed to the retro-style small table lamp on the bedside table.

The frosted glass lampshade emits a warm orange light, creating a very atmospheric feel.