Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

"I..." Shi Luyu's throat felt like it was being choked.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say no, wanting to say she was just curious, wanting to say she just wanted to know what Xu Jia was going to tell her.

But every excuse is as pale as paper.

She truly didn't trust him. If she did, she wouldn't have gotten up alone in the middle of the night, secretly plugged in that USB drive, and secretly looked at its contents.

She did not turn around.

He didn't move.

The two of them stood there, she sitting in a chair, and he standing behind her, his finger still on the space bar.

The light from the screen cast the shadows of the two people on the wall, overlapping and making it impossible to tell who was who.

"If you really want to watch it, then let's watch it together," Xu Yuanjia sighed, sounding both helpless and disappointed.

"But after watching it, our relationship may not be able to be repaired."

What does that mean? Shi Luyu panicked a little.

Did her brother abandon her? Did she make him sad?

Before she could ask any more questions, his hand had already pressed the space bar.

The person in the video turned around and was a familiar local model. Shi Luyu quickly remembered that this was the video she had taken with the project team to a village to film a documentary about the customs and culture of the border region.

The video contained nothing and there were no suspicious points.

"Brother, I..." Shi Luyu hurriedly stood up and tried to get closer to him.

Xu Yuanjia took a step back to create distance, shaking his head with a wry smile in refusal:

"Never mind, sweetie. Never mind."

"I understand you're scared." His voice was low and hoarse in the dim light.

"But my brother will be sad too, you understand?"

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When the bell rang, there was a sound of desks and chairs being moved around in the classroom.

Shi Luyu did not get up immediately. She sat by the window, took out her phone, turned the screen on and off, and gently stroked the edge with her fingertips several times.

No. No phone calls. No messages.

Xu Yuanjia did not contact her all day today.

In the past, no matter how busy he was, he would still send her a message during breaks between classes. He would ask if she had eaten on time, or send a photo he'd taken somewhere, lazily asking, "Little bunny, do you miss your brother?"

But there's nothing today.

The clean chat interface remained unchanged from last night's message: "Goodnight, brother."

He did not reply.

Shi Luyu's heart sank. She knew that Xu Yuanjia must be angry.

Because she still looked at the USB drive.

Even though there was nothing scary inside, only documentary footage of her filming border customs and traditions with the project team in the villages, the moment she opened it, it meant she didn't completely trust him.

I had already assured Jiajia that I would believe him.

But she didn't know what was wrong with her.

When she saw Xu Jia, that inexplicable unease resurfaced. Something seemed to be subtly hooking at her heart; the more she tried to ignore it, the more she couldn't.

She slowly packed her things, put her textbooks and notebooks into her arms, and walked out with her head down.

The hallway was crowded with people, and students walked by in twos and threes, chatting and laughing.

Shi Luyu carried her books as she came out of the teaching building.

Sunlight fell on the steps, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently in the breeze. She had just stepped down two steps when she suddenly stopped.

Not far away, Xu Yuanjia was walking this way.

He was accompanied by several graduate students, who were carrying documents and computers and talking to him about the project as they walked.

Xu Yuanjia listened with his eyes downcast and a nonchalant expression.

The man wore a purple windbreaker open, his white T-shirt clean and understatedly luxurious. With broad shoulders and long legs, he stood out in the crowd. His features remained effortlessly handsome, with slightly downturned eyes and a gentle purse on his lips, exuding an air of relaxed nobility that naturally drew people in.

Shi Luyu felt a slight tightness in her chest and felt uncomfortable.

No matter how far away he was, whenever he saw her, he would first look up and lazily call out to her. Or he would deliberately drag out his voice to tease her: "Standing here waiting for your brother?"

But not this time. Xu Yuanjia's gaze swept over her, as indifferent as if he hadn't seen her at all.

His gaze didn't linger, nor did his steps slow; he walked straight past her. Only the lingering, cool masculine scent in the air remained, so faint and distant, it sent a chill down one's spine.

Shi Luyu, holding the book, froze on the spot.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened, the edge of the textbook digging painfully into her palm, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Brother..."

The pronunciation was so light that it was almost blown away by the wind.

Perhaps Xu Yuanjia could clearly hear it.

However, he didn't even lift his eyelids or stop walking; he kept his head down, listening to the people next to him.

The classmate next to him seemed to have heard something, turned around, glanced back, and asked in confusion, "Jia-ge, did someone call you just now?"

Xu Yuanjia said calmly, "I misheard."

Three words, clean and crisp. He didn't even glance at her.

Shi Luyu stood there, watching his receding figure, her eyes slowly reddening.

She didn't want to cry. But a lump welled up in her throat, and she couldn't hold it back.

She lowered her head and blinked several times, then quickly walked forward, clutching her book, afraid that others would see her disheveled state.

At the end of the corridor, Xu Yuanjia paused slightly.

The student next to me was still saying, "Brother Xu, the professor said it would be best to move the model test to next week earlier..."

He pinched the paper to create a shallow crease.

He lowered his eyes, his expression unchanged, but there was a subtle coldness in his beautiful eyes.

The classmate belatedly stopped and asked, "Brother Xu, are you in a bad mood?"

Xu Yuanjia twitched his lips slightly, his voice flat and emotionless: "No."

……

The inexplicable cold war between the two continued into the next day.

Shi Luyu thought he might reply to her message that evening. She also thought he might be fine by morning. But the reality was that Xu Yuanjia seemed to have truly and temporarily withdrawn from her life.

There is no "early".

There was no "Have you eaten yet?"

There is no "waiting for my brother after class".

There was no clinginess, teasing, or whispering "good girl" to her.

Shi Luyu barely listened to the lesson all morning.

She wrote a few lines in her notebook, then her thoughts started to wander. Staring at the pages, her mind was filled with the image of Xu Yuanjia brushing past her yesterday.

That kind of indifference is even more unbearable than his temper tantrum.

If he questions her, scolds her, or even directly tells her that she is disobedient, she can still explain and coax him.

But he ignored her. He wouldn't even give her a chance to explain.

By the afternoon, Shi Luyu finally lost her temper.

She sat by the window in the photography club's activity room, holding her phone and hesitating for a long time before cautiously sending him a message.

Brother, where are you?

The message was quickly marked as read after it was sent.

Her heart skipped a beat. But after waiting for several minutes, there was no reply.

Shi Luyu bit her lip, her finger hovering over the screen for a long time.

Ten minutes later, she sent another message: 【Are you still angry?】

I read it very quickly this time as well.

Still no reply.

Her eyes stung a little, and she felt like a little animal being left out in the cold, knowing that its owner had seen it but still not getting a single word in return.

In the activity room, the photography club members were discussing post-processing materials. "Lulu, take a look at this one, isn't the tone too gray?"

Shi Luyu hurriedly looked up: "Ah? Let me see."

She tried to focus on the computer screen, but she couldn't concentrate at all. The cursor moved back and forth on the video track, but her eyes kept drifting back to her phone.

Finally, she couldn't resist and mustered up the courage to call Xu Yuanjia.

The phone rang twice.

The call was disconnected.

Soon, a message popped up on the phone's chat interface.

Busy

Only two words.

Shi Luyu stared at the screen, staring at the screen, a bitter feeling slowly rising in her heart, making it hard for her to even breathe.

She knew perfectly well that he had seen her, and that he probably really didn't want to talk to her, but those two cold words still made her eyelashes tremble uncontrollably. She put her phone face down on the table, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly heard a classmate next to her shout, "Lulu, was Xu Yuanjia downstairs just now?"

Shi Luyu was startled. She quickly looked up and looked out the window in the direction her classmate was pointing.

Xu Yuanjia was leaning against the camphor tree below the teaching building.

He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone, his eyes slightly lowered. The shadows of the trees fell on his shoulders, casting light and shadow on his handsome yet aloof face. He looked relaxed and languid, showing no sign of being busy at all.

Not busy at all.

He was just deliberately ignoring her calls.

As Shi Luyu looked at the familiar figure downstairs, a surge of grievance welled up inside her, burning her eyes with a stinging sensation.

She couldn't take it anymore, so she grabbed her phone, picked up her backpack, and ran outside.

"Lulu?" her classmate called from behind. "Where are you going?"

Shi Luyu didn't return. She ran downstairs, her chest heaving with rapid breathing as she stepped on the stairs. When she reached the bottom, Xu Yuanjia was still leaning against a tree.

He seemed to have known she would come down. Only when he heard footsteps did he slowly raise his eyes.

Shi Luyu stopped in front of him, her eyes terribly red.

She had many questions she wanted to ask:

I wanted to ask him if he was busy.

Why aren't you answering the phone?

Why did I pretend not to see her when I clearly saw her yesterday?

Is it because she looked at the USB drive that I should ignore her from now on?

But those words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say them.

She moved her lips, her voice already choked with emotion.

Xu Yuanjia looked down at her.

He carried a faint, cool fragrance today, which brushed against her nose as the wind blew. His eyes were still beautiful, with slightly downturned corners, deep and languid in color, yet his expression was so indifferent it made her heart race.

After a long pause, he said listlessly, "You were in such a hurry to see me, is something wrong?"