Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Moonlight slanted in through the broken window frame.

A gust of wind blew into the storage room, carrying the damp chill of the night, causing the broken glass by the window to tremble slightly. Shi Luyu leaned against the wall, still clutching the bloodstained piece of glass in her hand, her palm numb, her fingers glistening with sticky, warm blood.

Xu Yuanjia looked down at the wound on his chest.

The glass pierced his shirt, sinking into his flesh, and blood slowly seeped down the torn fabric, gradually staining the white cloth darker. His expression remained largely unchanged; a wound of this magnitude was nothing to him.

On the contrary, Shi Luyu, after asking the question "Do you think you can keep me locked up?", did not appear as calm as she intended.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly, and her breathing was rapid and shaky.

The hand gripping the glass was so strong that the knuckles turned pale.

She tried her best to stand straight, her eyes fixed on his face, as if unwilling to lose or back down. But the slight tremor in her voice still gave her away.

After all, she had never truly hurt anyone.

What's more, just now, she stabbed Xu Yuanjia.

The person she once relied on wholeheartedly and truly loved.

Even though hatred surged and fear pressed down on her at this moment, even though she already knew what kind of monster he was, after that moment of fierceness passed, the belated fear and physical chills still inevitably surged up.

Xu Yuanjia only glanced at her before knowing she was trembling.

He didn't expose her, but slowly curved his lips into a smile, then reached out and quickly grabbed her wrist.

Shi Luyu's pupils contracted, and she subconsciously tried to back away, but her hand was already firmly held by him.

Before she could react, the man twisted his palm and, taking her hand, forcefully pulled the piece of glass from his chest.

"ah--!"

Shi Luyu let out a short scream, and her whole body trembled.

The moment the glass detached from her body, blood gushed out, flowing down Xu Yuanjia's shirt and dripping between her fingers.

She watched as the blood-stained glass was brought out, a deafening roar filled her ears, and her knees went weak.

Xu Yuanjia simply chuckled softly.

It started off very gently, but then became increasingly unrestrained.

The laughter echoed in the empty storeroom, mingling with the night wind, creating an inexplicable eeriness.

Shi Luyu felt a chill run down her spine and almost blurted out, "You madwoman, what are you laughing at!"

Xu Yuanjia looked down at her, his expression even relatively calm, only the slight smile on his lips was impossible to suppress. "So, Lulu."

He sighed softly, "You should have listened to me when I told you to exercise."

He glanced down at his still-bleeding chest, then slowly looked up at her, his tone lazy to the point of being nasty.

"Otherwise, you see, with your strength, even with a sharp weapon in hand, you still can't hit a vital spot."

As he spoke, he even went so far as to ask her a question in return, echoing her earlier statement, "You tell me."

"Can I keep you locked up?"

Shi Luyu was so angry that her vision blurred and her fingers trembled as she gripped the glass.

She cursed fiercely, "You're insane!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

But her wrist was grabbed from behind again. She was pulled around and stumbled.

The next second, the man turned his head and leaned closer, his breath pressing against her cheek, almost kissing her.

Without a second thought, Shi Luyu turned the glass around and pressed it against her wrist. The sharp edge dug into her fair skin, immediately leaving a glaring red mark.

"Don't come any closer!" Her voice had changed.

Her eyes were fixed on him, like a small animal driven to the brink of despair, finally raising its last bit of barbs.

"You can lock me up."

"But you can't stop me from doing what I do to myself."

A near-stalemate silence fell over the air.

Xu Yuanjia stood in front of her, his gaze first falling on the glass on her wrist, then slowly sweeping back to her face.

He didn't lose control as she had expected. There was no panic whatsoever.

Even his gaze was frighteningly calm.

That superior, cold-blooded scrutiny suddenly made Shi Luyu's heart sink.

Like the man who stood before the pool of blood and the Buddha's light in the rainy night at the Buddhist temple, speaking of being dragged away and dealt with in a nonchalant manner, he has returned.

"What?" Xu Yuanjia raised his head slightly and looked down at her.

"Do you really not want to live anymore?"

Shi Luyu's breathing became labored, but she didn't put the glass down.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her for a few seconds, then slightly tugged at his lip: "Cutting your wrists hurts a lot."

His tone was flat, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary piece of common sense.

"Moreover, this kind of glass isn't sharp enough to cut very deep. If you're unlucky, the blood will clot on its own halfway through."

"If I really want to die, I need to soak my wrists in warm water so the blood will flow faster."

When he said these words, there was not a trace of joking in his expression.

There was not a shred of pity.

Shi Luyu felt a chill run down her spine, and her hand gripping the glass froze for a moment.

The man continued speaking slowly and deliberately, his gaze always fixed on the reddened skin on her wrist.

"Baby," he said, his voice seemingly gentle, but his eyes held no warmth, as he repeated, "You really don't want to live anymore, do you?"

"I still feel—" He paused, his eyes finally turning cold.

"These past few days since I brought you back from the border, I've been so lenient with you, giving you too much face, that you think I'm an easy person to talk to?"

Shi Luyu's heart clenched painfully.

She suddenly realized that the most heartless thing he did was not when he threatened her or tried to bring her back, but when he saw her using herself as a bargaining chip.

This man's composure is terrifying.

It was so terrifying that for the first time she truly felt that he might not actually lose his composure by "harming himself" for her as she had imagined.

Shi Luyu hesitated for a moment before tightening her grip.

At that very moment, Xu Yuanjia suddenly released his pressure on her.

He didn't try to take the glass from her hand, nor did he take another step forward.

Instead, he turned around, walked to the cabinet next to him, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a first-aid kit.

Shi Luyu froze, her eyes filled with wariness.

Xu Yuanjia returned carrying a medical kit and stood a few steps away from her, his tone so calm that it was as if the confrontation had never happened.

"Lulu doesn't want to see her parents?"

These words, like a knife, suddenly pierced her heart.

Shi Luyu's pupils contracted, and she slowly raised her head to gaze at him.

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes and organized the medical kit, his fingertips brushing over the gauze, disinfectant cotton, and medicine bottles one by one.

The voice was low and languid: "Or is it that Lulu was so focused on running away that she forgot her aunt and uncle are still in Myanmar?"

"But don't worry," he said, pausing deliberately before continuing:

"My uncle and aunt are both in good health; my people are taking good care of them."

Shi Luyu's face turned pale instantly, and she couldn't utter a single word.

These past few days she's been running around desperately, trying so hard to get out, her deepest desire being to take her parents away. But now, with just a casual remark from Xu Yuanjia, he's seized that most vulnerable spot she cares about back into his grasp.

He approached with a first-aid kit and stopped a few steps in front of her.

Then, he slowly took her phone out of his pocket.

Shi Luyu's gaze froze.

Xu Yuanjia lowered his head, skillfully unlocked the phone, dialed a few numbers, and gently tapped the screen with his slender fingers, his movements so composed they were almost elegant.

"Come on." He looked up at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Go ahead and do it. I'll arrange a private jet to bring them over."

He lazily curled his lips, each word clear and distinct: "I'll collect your corpse."