Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Xu Yuanjia spoke in a very light tone, as if he were mentioning something casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

But the light in his eyes hadn't faded; he looked at her, waiting for her reaction, as if admiring her expression at that moment—

His only, beautiful, cute, and obedient child.

The complex expression on Guai Guai's face was a mixture of confusion, anger, and a desire to hate, yet an inability to fully express it.

Absolutely stunning, breathtakingly beautiful.

Hold.

So beautiful, I love it, I want to eat it!

Shi Luyu was completely unaware of the man's increasingly unconcealed sickly expression.

I looked down at the bowl of noodles in front of me.

The soup was clear and bright, the noodles were neatly curled up in the bowl, and the green vegetable leaves floated on the surface.

This man must be crazy... He pretends he can't cook, and every "clumsy" moment is just to make his "skill" seem even more glaring.

But he did go and learn it.

A demon who can lock people in cages, kill people in front of Buddha, and turn an entire city into a prison would learn to cook for her.

"This is absurd," she commented.

He shrugged: "It's good that you're remembered."

"..."

He was kind, yet he did many evil things; he was wicked, yet he patiently stood in the kitchen, learning to cook her a bowl of noodles by the stove.

Her fingers rested on the rim of the bowl, the warmth of the porcelain radiating from her fingertips—warm, not scalding.

She hated him, hated him so much she gritted her teeth.

But mixed in with this hatred was something she was unwilling to admit; she couldn't completely deny those subtle moments.

Two emotions were intertwined in her heart, so intertwined that she couldn't tell which was genuine and which was feigned.

Shi Luyu had not fully recovered from her fever and was still confused. She picked up the bowl of noodles, lowered her head, and took a bite.

I don't want to see him.

Shi Luyu picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of noodles, blew on it, and put it in her mouth.

The taste was surprisingly normal, even quite good.

The saltiness was just right, and the noodles were cooked to the perfect firmness; it didn't feel forced because of her intervention.

Xu Yuanjia leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and tilted his head to look at her. "What's wrong? Feeling touched?"

His voice carried a lazy, amused tone, as if he were teasing her.

Shi Luyu placed her chopsticks on the rim of the bowl, and the porcelain clinked together, making a very soft sound.

She didn't look up, her voice flat: "I feel pathetic."

Xu Yuanjia's smile didn't disappear, but the curve lingered at the corner of his mouth for a little longer than usual, like a stretched rubber band that had reached its limit but didn't snap back.

His fingers rested on the table, his knuckles tucked together.

Shi Luyu stood up and pushed the chair away.

She went back to her room, closed the door, and left it unlocked. She knew a lock was useless.

I sat down at the vanity, picked up the hairdryer, and started drying my wet hair.

Hot air rushed out of the vent, making her hair flutter. She looked at her face in the mirror; it was pale, and there were still traces of crying at the corners of her eyes.

The door was pushed open a crack. Xu Yuanjia leaned against the door frame, holding a glass of water, which she placed on the bedside table next to her dressing table.

He walked over and touched her fingers holding the hairdryer.

"I'll blow it for you," he said, like a child desperately seeking an adult's attention.

Shi Luyu turned off the hair dryer.

She looked at him in the mirror and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "No need."

She placed the hairdryer on the dressing table, stood up, and walked to the other side of the room, a few steps away from him.

"You stingy little thing." He pulled his hand away from the door frame and let it hang at his side.

Shi Luyu no longer wanted to engage in childish arguments with him. It was pointless.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door; it was the maid.

A row of evening gowns covered with dust covers was brought in, pushed along a mobile clothes rack, and stood neatly in a row against the wall.

Dark velvet, light satin, and a champagne-colored long dress, the fabrics shimmering softly under the light.

Shi Luyu stood in front of the clothes rack, looking at the row of skirts. "What are these?"

"There's a banquet tomorrow night." He remained unperturbed by her constant glares and coldness, calmly arranging the upcoming events.

"Now that you're better, my sweetie can come with me to the event."

Shi Luyu turned around and looked at him. Her expression was not angry, but rather one of utter weariness, a weariness that made her too tired to even pretend to be angry anymore.

"Is that so?" Her voice was indifferent. "I thought you would lock me up for life."

Xu Yuanjia walked up to her and looked down at her.

He reached out, took the champagne-colored dress from the hanger, unfolded it, held it up to her shoulder, and then pulled it back.

"My darling is so cute and beautiful," he said, holding up a different dress against her.

"Of course, everyone should see how charming my most beautiful wife is. You will be the highest-ranking person in the Xu family, and even my brother will be your appendage."

He whispered maliciously yet intimately, "In the eyes of those jackals and tigers, we are one, inseparable."

"It has to be dangerous enough for you to willingly hide in my arms."