Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu developed a high fever the next afternoon. She was in a daze, on the verge of dreaming and waking up, with the scene of Xu Yuanjia taking her home from the dilapidated hotel flashing before her eyes.

It was already past midnight when the car came to a stop in front of the villa on the hillside, and the sky was beginning to lighten.

Shi Luyu didn't wait for Zhou Jilai to open the door; she pushed the car door open herself and got out. The night wind rushed towards her, and she stood on the steps, her legs feeling a little weak. She held onto the car door for two seconds before stepping inside.

Then, they started arguing on the sofa.

"What I want is the road through the entire Southeast Asia," he said, raising his hand and gently stroking the corner of her reddened eyes with his fingertips.

"Every road you try to escape to—"

"In the end, everything leads to me."

These words echoed repeatedly in her mind, like an unquestionable verdict.

Later, Shi Luyu finally lowered her head, without any particular reaction. All her emotions seemed to have been swallowed up by the deep sea. She simply repeated the sentence she had said most often these past few days: "Never mind, I'm tired."

Xu Yuanjia looked down at her without saying a word, but simply stepped aside to let her pass.

Shi Luyu didn't say anything more. She silently returned to her bedroom, mechanically took a shower, changed into her pajamas, lay on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

She didn't turn off the lights, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making the entire bedroom feel like a sealed box.

She considered countless possibilities in her mind—

He would lock her in the basement and have people watch her 24 hours a day;

They will take her to a more remote, less known place;

They confiscated her phone and passport, completely cutting off her contact with the outside world;

She even mentally prepared herself to be locked back in the secret room.

The next day, after Shi Luyu got up and washed, she slowly went to the door, raised her hand and tried to turn the doorknob, but the door was not locked.

She walked downstairs slowly, taking each step very lightly.

It was unusually quiet downstairs.

In the open-plan restaurant, morning light streamed in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a corner of the long table. Breakfast was already laid out on the table: hot milk, toast, fried eggs, sliced ​​fruit, and a bowl of still-steaming porridge.

Xu Yuanjia sat at the table. He had changed into light-colored loungewear, the cuffs loosely rolled up, revealing his pale wrists and distinct knuckles. The morning light fell on his profile, making his already handsome and sharp face appear even more clear and soft, as if the person who had cornered her at the entrance of the dilapidated hotel last night and the person quietly waiting for her to have breakfast were not the same person at all.

Hearing footsteps, Xu Yuanjia looked up and his gaze fell on her. "Awake?"

His tone was casual and nonchalant, as if he were asking about an ordinary morning.

Shi Luyu stood still, not going over immediately.

She looked at him, and for a moment, she even felt a sense of disorientation—

The scene was so peaceful, so eerily peaceful it sent chills down my spine. There was no questioning, no punishment, no burly guards holding her down, no chains, no iron gates, no basement. The entire villa was as quiet as if nothing had ever happened.

Xu Yuanjia didn't urge her. He simply raised his hand and gently pulled out the chair in front of her.

"Come and eat." He even acted like a gentleman.

Shi Luyu eventually went over.

As she sat down, her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her dress, without her even noticing. Xu Yuanjia noticed this, but said nothing, only pushing the bowl of porridge in front of her forward.

"Don't drink milk on an empty stomach, eat something warm first." As always, she was very considerate.

Shi Luyu stared at the bowl of porridge for a long time before picking up the spoon.

She didn't really have much of an appetite, but she forced herself to eat a couple of bites.

The porridge was cooked until very soft, warm to the touch, with a subtle aroma of rice. If it were in the past, and Xu Yuanjia sat across from her looking at her like this, she would probably feel gentle, feel cared for, and feel that even the morning itself had become softer.

But things are different now.

Now she felt extremely depressed and disgusted by the man's hypocrisy.

The calmer and more considerate he was, the more as if nothing had happened. The more clearly Shi Luyu could sense that all of this was merely a brief, almost eerie calm before a much larger storm was brewing.

There's no going back between them.

From the moment she learned that he was Master Jia.

From the moment she realized that the Jiajia brother she had loved and relied on for so long had actually been using another identity to intimidate, manipulate, and control her, she could never go back.

……

That afternoon, Shi Luyu began to have a fever.

At first, she only felt a burning sensation on her forehead and a throbbing pain in her temples. She thought it was because she had been standing in the wind for too long the night before, so she drank some water and went back to bed.

By evening, the heat started to rise, I felt cold all over, my joints ached, and I didn't even have the strength to get up.

The maid noticed when she came in to deliver dinner. Soon, Xu Yuanjia appeared at the bedroom door, his coat already off and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

He didn't call her, but walked over and squatted down by her bedside, placing his palm on her forehead and gently rubbing his thumb against the end of her eyebrow.

"I have a fever," he said. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

What happened next was like a slow, dreamlike experience, floating in a hot mist. Shi Luyu felt dizzy and her breathing was rapid. She curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her consciousness hazy and her throat dry and sore.

In a daze, someone picked her up from the bed.

A familiar aura descended, cold and clean, yet carrying a hint of danger that always kept her on edge.

She couldn't open her eyes, only feeling herself being carried into the bathroom, with warm towels covering her forehead, neck, and wrists. The man's movements were steady as he wiped her face and hands, then carried her back to the bedside, bent down to take off her socks, and placed her ankles in the warm water.

Shi Luyu felt weak all over and didn't even have the strength to struggle.

She took a soft breath, her eyelashes trembling, and finally, she could vaguely make out the person in front of her.

Xu Yuanjia squatted by the bed, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his pale wrists, and was washing her feet. His expression was calm, and his movements were even described as patient, as if he were taking care of some hard-won treasure.

But Shi Luyu felt a chill run down her spine.

Compared to the blatant threats and control of the past, this gentleness is even more chilling.

This man was so sinister and terrifying. He could have driven her to the brink of despair, yet he would still bend down and gently wipe the water droplets off her feet.

He didn't seem to see her escape as a threat at all.

He even seemed to be enjoying it. Enjoying her escapes time and time again, enjoying her being caught again and again, enjoying her slowly growing despair as she was finally trapped in his inescapable net.

The water temperature was just right. Xu Yuanjia dried her feet, changed her into clean socks, and then went to bring her medicine and porridge.

The medicine was terribly bitter. Shi Luyu turned her head away, refusing to drink it.

Xu Yuanjia sat on the edge of the bed, half-embracing her in his arms, his hand supporting the back of her neck, his voice low and lazy: "Open your mouth."

Seeing that she still didn't move, Xu Yuanjia looked down at her, his patience surprisingly good. "Be good, drink this to reduce your fever."

Shi Luyu's cheeks flushed red, and even the corners of her eyes were slightly moist. She stared at him, her voice hoarse: "Is it interesting for you to pretend like this?"

Xu Yuanjia scooped up a spoonful of medicine, slowly blew on it to cool it down, and said, "Quite interesting."

"Especially when I see Lulu hating me, yet still needing me to take care of her."

His relaxed and natural tone only made people feel even more uneasy.

Shi Luyu eventually drank the medicine.

It's no use not drinking it; Xu Yuanjia won't allow her to continue burning it.

After she finished taking her medicine, he fed her a small bowl of porridge. She had no appetite and ate slowly.

Xu Yuanjia didn't urge her. He leaned against the headboard, held her in his arms, and fed her spoonful by spoonful, occasionally wiping away a little bit of rice from the corner of her lips with a tissue.

When the lights went out and the room finally quieted down, he pulled her into the blankets, lay down on top of her, and scooped her into his arms from behind.

The man's palm was pressed against her lower back, his body heat seeping through the thin fabric, his presence too strong to ignore.

After a while, he raised his hand and touched her forehead. "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Shi Luyu stood with her back to him, her body stiff, and after a long while she whispered, "Let me go home."

"I want to see my parents."

There was a two-second silence behind me.

Xu Yuanjia seemed to chuckle, lazily brushing aside her sweaty hair with his fingers. "Lulu misses her parents?"

"Sure," he surprisingly agreed immediately.

However, he set a condition: "Once this busy period is over, your brother will take you."

Shi Luyu closed her eyes, her voice even hoarse: "I want to go by myself."

"How do we get there?" Xu Yuanjia's tone remained calm, even carrying a hint of his usual indulgence: "Don't forget, you're still sick."

Shi Luyu gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, and the emotions that had been suppressed for too long surged up again.

"Xu Yuanjia," she called his name softly.

"What will it take for you to let me go?"

Goodness, her goodness, it seems like it's been a long time since she called him "brother".

Ugh, I'm a little annoyed.

However, the sight of his poor little boy with a high fever, red eyes, and trembling with fear yet still trying to stand up to him was enough to cheer him up.

After she finished speaking, the man behind her remained silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled her even tighter into his arms.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice soft, "What did I do to give you this illusion—"

"Do you think I'll let you go?" The words were chillingly cold.

Lu Yu's breath caught in her throat, as if her heart had been gripped tightly by those words. Her eyelashes trembled violently, her fingertips curled up, and a chill ran down her back. Even her mind, which had been clouded by the high fever, was jolted awake.

She turned around and finally looked at him directly.

Only a warm yellow wall lamp was left on by the bedside, its dim light falling on the man's face and making his eyes appear even deeper. He leaned against the pillows, his expression relaxed, his features still as handsome as ever, yet his words left no room for negotiation.

Shi Luyu stared at him, her breath trembling: "With your status and position, what woman couldn't you have?"

"Why...why you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Yuanjia suddenly slipped his hand under her clothes and placed it on her burning lower abdomen.

Shi Luyu froze instantly.

Xu Yuanjia lowered his gaze, his fingertips slowly stroking through the thin fabric, his expression thoughtful.

"Lulu, how about having a mixed-race baby with your brother?"