Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu was so choked by his absurd words that her chest felt tight, and her high fever made her head spin.

Along with the anger and grievances that had been building up for so long, it surged up all at once.

She stared at him, then suddenly smiled.

That smile wasn't gentle, nor was it one of relief; it was a mocking, cold laugh born of desperation, a sign of being pushed to the limit.

"Fine, go ahead and fuck me to death."

Her voice was hoarse, but she enunciated each word clearly.

"Anyway, I don't want to face your annoying face."

Xu Yuanjia's eyes, which had been filled with a dark and dangerous undercurrent, paused upon hearing these words.

Then he slowly let out a low laugh from deep in his throat, unlike the morbid laugh before, it carried a hint of genuine pleasure, as if he was pleased by her reaction.

He loosened her chin, stepped back half an inch, and looked down at her flushed face and burning eyes.

"So, you're saying your brother can't touch you?"

His voice was lazy and teasing, deliberately dragging out the last syllable, "Such a cute Lulu, of course your brother will cherish and protect her, so that you can face my annoying face every day and make such a frowning expression."

"Just thinking about this kind of life sounds wonderful."

He paused, lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice even lower: "As for having sex with you, once you recover, you'll have it every day. Lulu, don't worry."

Shi Luyu's face burned even more. She glared at him, her chest heaving, and her lips trembled several times before she could finally manage to utter a sound:

"Who...who's in a hurry!"

That scoundrel!

Xu Yuanjia's smile deepened as he looked at her exasperated expression.

He didn't push his luck any further, but reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed shoulders.

He then straightened up, looked down at her, and turned to leave the bedroom.

Shi Luyu closed her eyes and heard his footsteps gradually fade away in the corridor.

Those sounds, one after another, were unhurried and slow, like a beast that had finally eaten its fill leisurely strolling back to its territory.

She rolled over, pulled the blanket over her head, curled up into a ball, and bit the corner of the blanket with her teeth until her gums ached before letting go.

I slept soundly for a long time.

She sweated profusely, her pajamas getting soaked and then dried by her body heat, only to get soaked again.

The images in my dream were fragmented, including the shadow of an old banyan tree, faded little objects in a tin box, and Xu Yuanjia's face.

He stood under the warehouse lights, his mask lying on the ground, looking up at her.

When I woke up, the light filtering through the curtains had changed from morning light to the white of midday.

The bedroom was quiet, with the low hum of the air conditioner buzzing overhead like a tired bee.

The other side of the bed was empty, and the blankets were neatly folded.

She reached out and touched that spot; it was cold.

Xu Yuanjia is not here.

That's true. After all, he's the head of the Xu family now, so there are always times when he needs to be busy.

Those deeply entrenched forces she couldn't understand, those "elders" and the things behind their "rise to power," all required him to deal with.

She felt relieved that he wasn't there.

She sat up, still feeling a little dizzy, but her fever had mostly subsided.

She changed into a clean T-shirt and slowly walked downstairs.

The open-plan restaurant was empty. Several dishes were placed on the table, covered with insulated covers. Next to them was a note with Xu Yuanjia's handwriting, which read in a crisp and neat hand: "Eat when you wake up. Don't let me come back and find that you haven't eaten."

Shi Luyu crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can. She glanced at the dishes but didn't touch them.

The maid poked her head out of the kitchen and asked respectfully, "Madam, is this not to your liking? Would you like to change some dishes?" Her voice was calm, as if she were executing a pre-programmed procedure.

If it were the old her, she would have smiled politely and said, "No need to trouble yourself, thank you," but now she doesn't even want to say a word.

She shook her head and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

The bathtub was full of water, and steam rose from the surface, fogging the bathroom mirror.

She took off her clothes and slowly sat down inside. The hot water reached her collarbone, scalding her skin until it turned slightly red.

She leaned against the bathtub wall and closed her eyes.

The water temperature was just right, but her body hadn't fully recovered. She had just recovered from a fever and hadn't eaten anything, so the low blood sugar made her vision blurry in waves, and the lights above her head became indistinct.

She opened her eyes and looked at the wisps of steam on the ceiling, feeling as if the whole world was gently spinning.

The tiles on the edge of the bathtub felt cool, and her fingers trembled slightly as she touched them.

She heard her breathing grow lighter and lighter in the sound of the water, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

She didn't hear it when the bathroom door was pushed open.

She only opened her eyes abruptly when another sound mingled with the sound of water—the unhurried footsteps of leather shoes on the tiles.

Xu Yuanjia stood beside the bathtub, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his collar slightly open, and his hair damp from the steam in the bathroom.

He looked down at her, his gaze sliding from her wet hair to her shoulder above the water, then away, landing on her fingers resting on the edge of the bathtub.

"How...how did you get in?" Shi Luyu's voice was urgent and hoarse. She shrank further into the water, which reached her chin. "I clearly locked the door!"

Xu Yuanjia didn't answer. He bent down and reached out to test the water temperature in the bathtub. He looked at her curled up in the water and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Lulu," he said, his tone flat, stating a fact that required no proof.

"This is our home; there's no place I can't go."

Shi Luyu's blood rushed to her head.

She sat up abruptly from the water, splashing water out of the bathtub and wetting his trousers.

Her hands gripped the edge of the bathtub wildly, kicking and thrashing, splashing water everywhere. "Get out! Get out! You beast! You pervert! Get out..."

Xu Yuanjia pulled a large bath towel from the shelf next to him, unfolded it, and held it in his hand.

He bent down and lifted her out of the bathtub, putting his hands under her armpits and wrapping her tightly in the large bath towel from her chest to her ankles, making her look like a silkworm cocoon.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Shi Luyu's struggling hands and feet were bound by the bath towel, and her whole body was like a rolled-up blanket, unable to move.

"Come out when you've soaked enough," he said.

Then he put one arm around her back and the other under her knees, lifting her out of the air.

He walked through the living room, around the sofa, and into the open kitchen, placing her on the marble countertop of the island.

The countertop was cool, and it pressed against her skin through the bath towel, causing her to instinctively flinch.

Shi Luyu looked up at him, both wary and confused: "What are you going to do?"

Xu Yuanjia loosened his grip, took a half step back, and began to roll up the cuff of his other sleeve:

"I'll cook for you."

Xu Yuanjia turned around, opened the refrigerator, took out eggs, tomatoes, and a bunch of greens, and then bent down to rummage through the cupboard to find a bag of noodles.

His movements were unhurried, even composed.

Shi Luyu stared at his retreating figure and snorted coldly, "What are you up to now? I don't have time to play house with a pervert like you."

Xu Yuanjia rinsed the tomatoes under the tap, letting the water flow over their rosy skin. He then wiped the surface of the tomatoes with his fingertips to remove the water droplets.

"I heard you didn't eat a single meal all day." His voice came from the sound of water.

"Since you don't like what the chef makes, then your brother will have to make it himself."

Shi Luyu watched as he picked up a kitchen knife and clumsily chopped tomatoes.

My knife skills are very clumsy; the tomato slices I cut were of varying thicknesses, some almost an inch thick, others as thin as paper.

She couldn't help but chuckle as she recalled the time she almost blew up the kitchen while making fried rice as a child pretending to be her childhood friend.

"You can't cook at all. Stop pretending to be kind."

Xu Yuanjia put down the cleaver and turned to look at her. His hands were stained with tomato juice, and a drop of red juice dripped down between his fingers and onto the white marble countertop.

"Yes, no."

He tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards, his expression carrying an overly sincere sincerity that was impossible to refuse.

"So, in order to avoid us getting hurt by the explosion," he looked down at her, "Lulu, you need to give your brother some serious guidance."

Shi Luyu sat on the island counter, wrapped in a large bath towel, her hair still wet.

She watched as Xu Yuanjia turned back to the stove, picked up the cleaver again, gestured at the tomato he had chopped into pieces, put it down, and picked up a new one.

She took a deep breath and turned her face to the other side: "Take your time cooking."

She's leaving.

She didn't want to stay here, didn't want to watch him pretend to cook, and didn't want to be in the same room with him.

She slid down the counter, her toes barely touching the ground when a hand appeared around her waist.

Xu Yuanjia turned around and came back at some point, put his arm around her waist with one hand, and put her back on the table with a light touch, as if he were straightening an ornament.

"Don't rush," he said, his voice carrying a hint of casual amusement. "It's not ready yet."

Shi Luyu gripped the edge of the bath towel tightly, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain.

She turned her face further away, staring at the copper pot hanging on the other side of the kitchen wall. The bottom of the pot reflected the light, making it dazzlingly bright.

He returned to the stove, placed the fresh tomatoes on the cutting board, and began to chop them again.

This time the cuts were a little neater than before, but the thickness was still uneven.

He threw the diced tomatoes into the pot, then opened the refrigerator, took out an onion, peeled it, and chopped it.

The pungent smell of onions quickly filled the air. He squinted, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and got onion juice on his sleeve.

Shi Luyu heard him cough softly, and then she heard the sound of the faucet being turned on.

She still didn't turn to look at him.

She simply sat there, staring at the bronze pot, its reflection swaying slightly under the light.

In the corner of my line of sight, he was bending over and rinsing his hands under the tap, the water washing away the bits of onion that remained between his fingers.

She tried to slip away again when he wasn't looking.

I practically jumped off the table, my knees bent slightly when I landed, I steadied myself, and turned to walk towards the living room.

She hadn't taken three steps when his hand reached out from behind and gripped her shoulder.

"The naughty little bunny is running away again." He turned her around and brought her back to the front of the island.

She was pulled back into his arms and made to stand upright, his hands bracing against the table on either side of her body, trapping her between himself and the table.

"Lulu," he lowered his voice, "sit quietly, it'll be over soon."

"What do you say, okay?" he asked again.

He appears to be good-tempered and patient, but the underlying sense of unyielding authority is all too obvious.

Shi Luyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.

She turned her head away from him and didn't try to run anymore.

Xu Yuanjia looked down at her for a while, seemingly to make sure she wouldn't move anymore, before letting go, stepping back, and continuing his struggle with the onion.

For the next period of time, Shi Luyu endured it with an almost self-destructive patience.

He first added salt, then sugar, shaking a spoonful of sugar into the pot, and then poured in a lot of light soy sauce.

When he threw the noodles into the pot, the water hadn't boiled yet. The noodles were soaking in the lukewarm water and looked like a clump of white entanglement.

Then, Xu Yuanjia decisively picked up the spatula and stirred it twice. The spatula hit the edge of the pot and made a crisp sound.

"..." Shi Luyu frowned slightly.

She glimpsed him add half a spoonful of vinegar to the pot, then put the lid on and turned to cut a cucumber.

The cucumbers were sliced ​​very slowly, some thick and some thin.

He placed the sliced ​​cucumbers on a white porcelain plate, arranging them in a crooked fan shape.

Still feeling it wasn't enough, he rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out a carrot, which he then tossed around in his hand.

"..." Shi Luyu endured it again and again.

As he added a spoonful of soy sauce and two spoonfuls of oyster sauce, the broth in the pot changed to a suspicious color.

He picked up his chopsticks, tasted the soup, his expression unchanged, and simply added a pot of water to the pot.

Shi Luyu finally lost her temper. She reached out from under the towel, grabbed the spatula from his hand, and pushed his hand away from the edge of the pot.

"Are you cooking or making poison?" Her voice was cold and short; she couldn't stand people who wasted food.

"If the ratio of salt to sugar is not right, the soup will be too greasy."

Xu Yuanjia turned his head to look at her, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

"Now take the noodles out." Her tone was cold and concise, without any unnecessary words. "Rinse them with cold water."

Xu Yuanjia did as instructed.

My movements were clumsy; when I was scooping out the noodles, a few slipped back into the pot, splashing water onto the stove and leaving a few specks of white foam.

He held a strainer and poured the noodles into a basin of cold water prepared next to him, where a thin layer of white steam rose to the surface.

"Pour out the water and boil a fresh pot of water," Shi Luyu continued.

"Add the noodles after the water boils, add half a spoonful of light soy sauce, but no oyster sauce."

"Okay, good teacher." Xu Yuanjia did as instructed, poured out the soup in the pot, filled it with fresh water, and put it on the stove.

The flames licked the bottom of the pot, blue and burning quietly.

He lowered his eyes, his movements were faster than before, and he no longer looked at her. His fingers moved more smoothly between the spice bottles.

He added half a spoonful of light soy sauce to the pot, and then a few drops of sesame oil. The sesame oil fell onto the water and spread out in a fine circle.

His wrist was tilted slightly, at a precise angle, with just the right amount of force.

Shi Luyu's gaze fell on his hands.

He was putting salt into the bowl, pinching a small amount between his fingertips, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the salt grains scattered evenly at the bottom of the bowl.

That movement was so natural, unlike that of a beginner, someone who wouldn't confuse sugar and salt.

She frowned slightly.

"You..." Her words caught in her throat, unfinished.

Xu Yuanjia did not put the cooked noodles into the bowl. The soup was clear, the noodles were curled up in the white porcelain bowl, and the green vegetable leaves floated on the surface.

He picked it up, turned around, walked to the central island counter, and placed the bowl of noodles in front of her.

As he withdrew his fingers from the rim of the bowl, his fingertips brushed against the back of her hand, warm and comforting, carrying the warmth of everyday life.

Shi Luyu looked up at him, her gaze moving from his face to his hand, and then back to his face.

"You can cook," she said.

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Xu Yuanjia leaned against the edge of the stove, his hands resting on the marble countertop behind him, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her.

His lips were curved in a smile, and there was a glint in his eyes. He was languid, like a cat whose trick had finally been exposed but who felt no guilt whatsoever.

"Yeah," he said, "I learned it specifically to be good after I blew up the kitchen last time."

He shamelessly added, "Pretending to be bad at it is the only way to get my sweetheart to talk to me, isn't it?"