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

Lu Yu turned off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp on.

The bedroom suddenly darkened.

Only a small circle of warm yellow light remained at the head of the bed, enveloping the entire bed in a soft and ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Xijin looked up and saw Lu Yu walking over, staring at that beautiful face, her eyes tracing the perfect features on it.

He didn't want to turn off all the lights just now because he wanted to watch Lu Yu.

After tonight, this beautiful face will be gone.

Lu Yu walked to the bedside and lay down next to Song Xijin somewhat awkwardly.

The light from the bedside lamp enveloped the two of them, giving their originally fair skin a light honey hue.

Song Xijin's bath towel had come undone at some point, revealing a section of her fair shoulder.

Lu Yu reached out and pulled the towel back for him.

After thinking about it for a moment, she realized it wasn't quite right, so she simply pulled it away and tossed it aside: "Are you cold?"

"...It's not cold."

"Then let's...begin."

Lu Yu put her hand on Song Xijin's shoulder and kissed his face, which was trying to appear calm...

At first, Song Xijin acted quite convincingly.

He maintained a composed expression and a deferential posture, giving off an air of "I know what's going on, just come on."

When it came to real guns and bullets, he started to act spoiled.

Song Xijin's physique is the result of meticulous care from a young age.

They eat the finest ingredients, wear the softest fabrics, and use high-end custom-made skincare products.

I've rarely even bumped or scraped myself growing up, let alone been treated like this.

Her skin was as tender as a freshly peeled egg; if you applied even a little pressure, it would hurt here and there.

As soon as Lu Yu applied a little force, a red mark appeared on his shoulder blade, standing out against his fair skin.

It looked like a smear of rouge.

Song Xijin hissed, her shoulders reflexively shrinking back, her beautiful brows furrowing tightly.

"pain……"

Her voice was sweet and soft, with a hint of unconscious coquetry, completely different from his usual cold and aloof tone.

Lu Yu loosened his grip a little:

"It hurts here?"

He leaned down and kissed the spot where he had just pressed.

Song Xijin lay on the pillow and mumbled a soft "hmm".

"I...I never did..."

Lu Yu placed his hand back on Song Xijin's shoulder, this time with much less force.

The palm gently soothes along the contour of the shoulder blade.

Gently massage Song Xijin's tense muscles to loosen them up:

"You're too nervous."

Lu Yu leaned close to his ear and said, "Relax."

"I wasn't nervous," Song Xijin stubbornly denied.

"Your shoulders are as stiff as rocks, and your neck must be cramping up..."

"Shut up... If you're going to do it, hurry up and get it done, stop dawdling..." Song Xijin buried her face in the pillow.

The voice was weak and lacked any power.

Lu Yu obediently shut up, but his hands didn't stop.

His hands patiently and gently soothed Song Xijin's tense body.

It's no different from calming a cat that's about to explode.

He was actually quite nervous.

This is the first time for him, both in his past and present lives.

Lu Yu is just naturally good at managing his expressions; the more nervous he is, the calmer his face becomes.

This is a skill honed through acting.

Now this skill has come in handy.

Lu Yu's face looked calm, and his movements were steady.

This composure actually reassured Song Xijin.

If both of them are nervous, then tonight's plans probably won't work out.

Fortunately, Song Xijin soon tasted the sweetness of success.

Lu Yu's comforting words were gentle and tender, and he was patient and patient. Eventually, Song Xijin stopped whimpering and complaining of pain.

A suppressed, drawn-out moan escaped from her throat, mingling with uneven breathing, and sounded particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

"Lu Yu..."

"You bastard..."

The warm light from the bedside lamp cast their shadows on the wall, swaying and flickering...

Even so, this was Song Xijin's first time.

The rain and clouds suddenly stopped...

He lay there limply, slumped over the pillow, almost unconscious.

My eyelids were so heavy I could barely open them, and my eyelashes were wet and stuck together in clumps.

His mouth was slightly open, his breathing was shallow and rapid, and his hair was wet with sweat and tears, sticking messily to his forehead and cheeks.

Lu Yu took a few breaths, propped herself up, and glanced at him.

Song Xijin's cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness that spread to her ears and neck, making her fair skin look as if it had been coated with rouge.

There were still droplets of water, whether from sweat or tears, clinging to her eyelashes, glistening under the light.

Is he asleep, or has he passed out?

Lu Yu reached out and gently brushed away the wet hair on Song Xijin's forehead, touched his forehead with the back of her hand, and compared it with her own to confirm that he did not have a fever.

Then he got out of bed, went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, and carefully helped Song Xijin clean up.

Song Xijin hummed twice in a daze, frowning as she tried to dodge.

But he was too weak to do anything but let Lu Yu do as he pleased.

After cleaning up, Lu Yu pulled back the blanket next to her and covered Song Xijin with it, then took a shower herself.

Hot water was poured over his head. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and the hot water flowed down the muscles of his back.

So this is what it feels like.

Lu Yu couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky; on her very first time, she was with Song Xijin...

Even setting aside her status and wealth, Song Xijin's figure and appearance are top-tier.

He glanced down at his collarbone, where there was a faint scratch.

It was Song Xijin who unconsciously scratched it at the last moment.

His back had many of these scratches; they didn't hurt, but they gave off a strange itching and a sense of realism.

He actually did it.

And that cold, short-tempered, yet pampered eldest son of the Song family.

Lu Yu returned to bed, where Song Xijin was already fast asleep.

His breathing was even and deep, his brows were relaxed, and his lips were slightly parted. He looked much more docile than when he was awake.

Lu Yu lay on the other half of the bed, a little distance away from Song Xijin.

But as soon as he got into bed, Song Xijin seemed to automatically sense his presence.

He turned over, and an arm naturally draped over and wrapped around his waist.

His head nuzzled closer, his forehead against his shoulder, his nose against his collarbone, his warm breath spraying onto his collarbone again and again.

Lu Yu froze.

He was afraid of waking the person, so he didn't dare to move.

He's in this position, with his eyes open the whole time.

The person in his arms was breathing evenly and warmly, gently brushing against his skin.

About half an hour later, Song Xijin finally fell asleep, and the arm wrapped around Lu Yu's waist loosened its grip and fell limply down.

Lu Yu carefully took his hand and put it back under the covers.

At 4:30 a.m., a gray-blue light shone through the gap in the curtains.

It's almost dawn.

Lu Yu sat up in bed, carefully got out of bed, and tried not to make any noise.

His clothes were still scattered in the bathroom.

Lu Yu walked over and picked up the shirts one by one, groping in the dim light to put them on.

Two buttons were missing from the shirt; Song Xijin had ripped them off.

He searched the bathroom floor but couldn't find it, so he gave up and pulled his collar up to cover the scratch on his collarbone.

Put your pants on and fasten your belt.