Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

After the light in the study went completely dark, another layer of light slowly appeared.

It wasn't a ceiling light, but ambient lighting embedded in the surrounding walls and hidden compartments of the bookshelves, flowing out very slowly as if someone had pushed them open layer by layer.

First, a very pale shade of aquamarine, like the calmest sea surface at night;

Then a touch of cyan was added, and then, those deep, cold, almost eerie blues also surfaced, quietly wandering throughout the entire study.

The blue light and shadow slowly shifted.

Azure, cyan, water blue, deep blue...

They landed on the dark wooden cabinet, the black desk, the glassware, and the man's black clothes with their sharp shoulder lines, as well as on Shi Luyu.

That pearlescent fishtail skirt glows in the dark.

The soft, almost dreamlike light flowed down her skirt, giving her an unreal beauty.

Two thin shoulder straps hooked onto her slender shoulders, the back of her back winding down, her snow-white skin glowing like moonlight in the dim blue light, delicate and soft, yet with an undeniable fragility.

Her long, jet-black hair fell over her shoulders, back, and waist.

The lingering red at the corner of her eye, illuminated by the shifting lights, appeared even more breathtaking.

She stood there, like a work of art carefully placed in a dark room, meant for the appreciation of only one person.

Xu Yuanjia stood opposite her and watched her quietly for a long time.

The man's shoulders were slouching, his black leather jacket draped over the back of the chair, leaving only his white shirt and tie to create a sharp and aloof look.

The blue light cut sharp shadows across his brow bone and bridge of his nose.

That already excessively beautiful face now appeared even more profound and dangerous.

He looked at everything he had arranged, and at Shi Luyu, whom he had personally placed into the light, and the satisfaction in his eyes was undisguised.

Shi Luyu, however, only felt uneasy.

The quieter the study became, the heavier her anxiety grew. She subconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her fingertips turning slightly white, her gaze warily fixed on Xu Yuanjia's face.

"Xu Yuanjia, bring me to the study." Her voice was a little tense.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuanjia lazily raised his eyes and said, "What else can you do in a study?"

He spoke matter-of-factly, a faint smile even appearing on his lips, "Of course, it's practicing calligraphy."

Shi Luyu was taken aback. "Practicing calligraphy?"

She frowned slightly, almost doubting she had misheard, "...Practice...what characters?"

Xu Yuanjia looked at her, as if admiring her uneasy yet compelled to ask the question.

He chuckled softly: "Calligraphy."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked to the desk.

Sure enough, things were already laid out on the table.

An ebony pen holder, a long paperweight, a narrow-mouthed white porcelain water dropper, and a calligraphy brush that had been prepared beforehand.

Xu Yuanjia reached out, took the pen, and gently twirled it between his slender fingertips.

Shi Luyu stood still, her gaze quickly sweeping across the entire tabletop.

But all she saw was the pen.

But I didn't see any ink or Xuan paper.

That bad feeling in my heart suddenly grew stronger. "Where...where do you practice?"

When she asked that question, even she noticed the tension in her voice.

Xu Yuanjia turned to look at her.

Those eyes, bathed in blue light, were as deep as a bottomless night sea.

He didn't answer immediately, but walked towards her. When he got to her, he reached out and put his arm around her waist, then picked her up in his arms.

Shi Luyu let out a soft cry and instinctively struggled.

The next instant, his lower back was already against the edge of the desk.

Immediately afterwards, he turned her over and pressed her against the edge of the table, forcing her to lie face down on the table.

Her hands instinctively braced themselves on the edge of the table, her shimmering skirt cascading down her back like water. Blue light and shadow danced across her bare shoulders and shoulder blades, making even the rise and fall of her breath clearly visible.

Xu Yuanjia approached with the calligraphy brush in hand. "Practice here."

His voice was low and languid, with a hint of a smile.

Shi Luyu's heart tightened. "What—"

Before he could finish speaking, the brush had already gently fallen.

It landed on her back.

The pen tip was dipped in water, carrying a slight coolness, and slowly moved and slid down her back.

The moment the pen tip touched her, Shi Luyu tensed up slightly.

The coolness wasn't strong, but because it was so subtle and gradual, it was all the more noticeable.

Xu Yuanjia's hand holding the pen was very steady. He walked down her back little by little, sometimes pausing, sometimes turning slightly. The water trails left winding, wet, shiny marks on her snow-white skin.

As the pen strokes brushed against her shoulder blades, her breathing became noticeably rapid, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

The man, however, seemed oblivious, continuing to draw slowly and methodically, his brushstrokes unhurried and focused with an almost composed demeanor.

The lamplight cast a soft glow on the small patch of dampness.

It was as if he wasn't writing, but patiently sketching a picture on her back that belonged only to him.

Shi Luyu was a little taken aback, "You, you..."

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes to look at the stroke of his pen, his expression serious to the point of being relaxed. "I'll write."

He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Come and guess, my friend."

Shi Luyu paused for two seconds, then immediately realized that this was definitely not a proper calligraphy practice.

She instinctively tried to get up, but he pressed her back down onto the table with his hand.

Xu Yuanjia looked up at her, his smile blatantly wicked.

"If you guess wrong once, it's...you're the one who gets it wrong."

Although he tried to speak softly, Shi Luyu still heard it; that deep, hoarse whisper: c

"Are you sick?" She abruptly turned her head away, her ears turning red with anger.

Xu Yuanjia chuckled softly.

He pressed his palm against her back, firmly holding her between himself and the desk. "Lulu, you have to guess carefully."

"If you make too many mistakes, it will end up like last night."

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low, almost like a devil's whisper.

"It will be..."

—d to g, k.