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

"...Xi Jin." Lu Yu called his name.

His voice was deep and husky, hot to the touch, yet wrapped in a rough gentleness.

"Lu Yu... call me again..." Song Xijin's body trembled uncontrollably under the covers, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles shaking.

"Xi Jin..." Lu Yu's voice was even hoarseer.

He wasn't unresponsive.

His body was also undergoing subtle changes, but his self-control was much stronger than Song Xijin's, and he forced himself to keep his breathing steady.

But his voice still betrayed him.

A fire burned intensely within his hoarse voice.

Song Xijin felt a chill run down her spine and bit her lower lip to suppress the sound that was about to escape her lips.

The physical sensations gradually accumulated as Lu Yu called his name again and again, like being patiently and gently pushed upwards inch by inch by a pair of hands.

Every time she felt she was about to reach her limit, Lu Yu's hoarse voice would pull her up an inch.

"Lu Yu, please comfort me...please comfort me...?" Song Xijin's voice was clearly choked with sobs.

The frustration of being driven to the brink of ecstasy yet unable to obtain it was driving him crazy.

He was curled up in the blanket, trembling. His phone had long since fallen to his ear, and his other hand was tightly gripping the corner of the pillow.

Lu Yu's lips were almost touching the phone's microphone.

His voice was lowered to a minimum, hoarse and warm.

Every word seemed to be whispered into Song Xijin's ear.

"Xi Jin, you're so beautiful..."

"I want to kiss you... kiss your lips, kiss your collarbone, kiss all of you..."

"Ugh..." Song Xijin let out a suppressed sob, like a low weeping.

He arched his body, curled up in the blanket, and trembled violently.

The phone slipped off the pillow.

He bit the back of his hand to keep from making a louder noise.

Lu Yu's voice was right in his ear.

Every word struck his most sensitive nerve with precision.

Lu Yu rarely speaks in bed.

Even when they do speak, it's just a few concise words.

Hold me tight, don't move, be good...

He rarely coaxes people, and it's always for his own sake.

Song Xijin thought Lu Yu was incapable of coaxing people.

I only found out now.

It's not that this person doesn't know how to coax, it's that they simply don't want to.

Once he gets really into coaxing you, you can kill him with just your voice.

It took Song Xijin a while to catch her breath before she could make a sound again.

Her voice was so sweet it was almost sickening.

"Lu Yu... I should have pushed you a little harder."

"If you coaxed me like this during a real shooting session, I'd be thrilled."

Lu Yu knew that Song Xijin's relationship had ended.

But his voice could never go back to normal.

His voice was still unusually hoarse and low, revealing a helplessness soaked in desire.

He cleared his throat, but it didn't help.

"Mr. Song, it's getting late, you should get some rest."

Song Xijin refused to hang it.

His voice was languid and hoarse, soft and weak, yet the assertiveness in his tone remained undiminished.

"Don't hang it!"

"Just put your phone next to your pillow, I want to sleep while listening to what you're making."

His sleep quality has been very poor for the past few days.

I haven't had a good night's sleep since I returned from Zhejiang Province.

Lying in my familiar bed, I always felt like something was missing.

There was no scent of Lu Yu on the pillow, no warmth of Lu Yu beside me, and even the air felt empty.

He tossed and turned until two or three in the morning before he could finally fall asleep, and woke up the next day with a terrible headache.

With Lu Yu on the other end of the phone tonight, even without speaking, just hearing his breathing made him feel at ease.

Lu Yu did not object.

"Okay, Mr. Song, good night."

He put his phone on speakerphone and placed it next to his pillow, just enough to hear the faint sounds coming from the other end.

Song Xijin quickly cleaned up, thinking that Lu Yu had always served him in these kinds of situations before.

Every time I wake up, my body feels refreshed.

He turned over, the blanket rustled, and his breathing gradually changed from short and rapid to long and even.

Lu Yu closed her eyes, listening to the faint sounds, but couldn't fall asleep.

He thought of what Lu's father had said on the phone.

A private room at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, a specialist consultation that started the next day, and surgery fees paid in advance...

Song Xijin did all these things without mentioning a word to him; she simply made the arrangements silently.

To this day, Song Xijin has not replied to his message about repaying the money.

He never even considered paying it back.

Song Xijin, on the other hand, felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier as he heard Lu Yu's breathing coming through the receiver.

She fell asleep in no time.

After he fell asleep, he turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and unconsciously hummed a soft sound.

It sounds like someone's name is being called.

Lu Yu heard the muffled hum and leaned closer to her phone.

The speaker played Song Xijin's even breathing, with occasional small pauses.

As he listened to those subtle, real sounds, the discomfort that had been weighing on his chest for several days finally began to dissipate.

It gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Yu woke up at 6:30. Her phone was still next to her pillow, the screen facing down on the pillow, and it was a little warm.

He turned his head and heard Song Xijin's deep, even breathing coming from the receiver, occasionally interspersed with an unconscious groan.

Afraid of waking Song Xijin, Lu Yu quietly picked up the phone, held it to her ear for two minutes, and then hung up the voice call.

The production crew's call sheet shows that filming will begin at 8:00 AM today.

After washing up, Lu Yu picked up her phone, thought for a moment, then opened Song Xijin's WeChat and sent him a message.

"Good morning, Mr. Song. I'm off to the film set. Remember to eat breakfast."

After sending the message, he put his phone in his pocket.

Lu Yu wouldn't have sent such messages in the past, feeling she didn't have the right to.

What's the big deal about friends with benefits exchanging good morning greetings?

It's not like we're dating.

After that phone call last night, he felt that something had changed.

Song Xijin pleaded with him and coaxed him on the phone, her voice so soft it was almost dripping with sweetness…

Lu Yu suddenly realized that sending a good morning message wasn't such a big deal; she could just use it to make him happy.

The first thing Song Xijin did upon waking up was to reach for her phone.

The screen lit up; the voice call had been disconnected two hours earlier.

A slight discomfort had just risen in his heart when his finger habitually swiped across the screen and he saw Lu Yu's message.

That slight discomfort vanished instantly, replaced by a warm sense of satisfaction welling up from deep within my chest.

Song Xijin read the message Lu Yu sent him several times, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Lu Yu is much more sensible now than before.

In the past, he would send ten messages and Lu Yu would reply with only one, and it would all be "Hmm", "Okay" or "Thank you, Mr. Song".

It made him so angry he wanted to bite his teeth.

Now she even proactively sends him good morning messages and reminds him to eat breakfast.

Is eating breakfast important?

The key point is that Lu Yu cares about him and whether he eats breakfast or not.