Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

She didn't even want to know what it was; she simply refused instinctively, saying, "I don't want any of them!"

"Then there is no third option."

Xu Yuanjia put the item back in the box and snapped it shut, his tone still nonchalant, "I let you choose because I'm in a good mood tonight."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear, his movements gentle, but his eyes were deep.

"Or does Lulu want to do something else with her brother?"

Shi Luyu's throat tightened; she knew he could say it and he could do it.

The study fell silent again.

The curtains were still swaying gently in the breeze, and the sound of pages turning was especially clear in the quiet. Layers of blue light fell on her, making her luminous dress appear even more like a layer of moonlight enveloping her.

But she only felt cold inside. Very cold.

She finally lowered her eyes slowly, "...I guess."

Looking at her like this, Xu Yuanjia's lips curved up little by little, "So good."

Xu Yuanjia first lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. The man's fingers were long and slender, with distinct bones, and when they touched the edge of her chin, they carried an irresistible force. The blue ripples of light flowed between his brows and eyes, making them appear even deeper, and even his gaze seemed to carry the most dangerous undercurrents in the damp night.

"Guess slowly this time," he said softly, his tone even gentle.

"I don't want to see you cry too much."

Shi Luyu looked at him, her eyes filled with indescribable weariness and hatred.

Two hours of torture had gradually dulled her overly tense nerves. Her face was pale, but the corners of her eyes were still red, her eyelashes were damp, and her breathing trembled slightly.

"Stop pretending..." Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

"You just want to see me cry."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuanjia chuckled softly.

The laughter was very soft in the empty study, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Lulu is right, I do love watching it."

He leaned down, very close to her, his breath almost brushing against her earlobe, "But you can only cry for me."

He finally put pen to paper. The cool tip of the pen first landed on the side of her neck.

The moment that slight chill seeped into her skin, Shi Luyu trembled slightly.

Xu Yuanjia's hand holding the pen was extremely steady. The brush tip, dipped in cool water, slowly traced the lines of her neck, brushing past her collarbone, and stopping at the most sensitive spot on her shoulder. The icy mark gleamed in the lamplight, leaving a clear, unsettling wet line.

Shi Luyu's breathing became erratic.

"What character is this?" Xu Yuanjia asked.

Shi Luyu felt a tightness in her chest from the slight chill, instinctively closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth, saying, "I don't know."

"Wrong," he replied quickly.

Shi Luyu's eyelashes trembled, and her fingertips began to grow cold. Xu Yuanjia did not continue immediately, but looked at her slightly pale face, suddenly leaned down, grabbed her waist with his other hand, and pulled her up a little.

She slid down uncontrollably, the handcuffs making a soft clattering sound against the edge of the table, and her shoulders and back tensed up.

Xu Yuanjia's palm gripped her waist through the luminous fabric of her dress, easily pulling her back to her original position.

The girl's waist was slender, and in his hands she looked like a branch that could break with the slightest force. Yet she was still stubbornly holding on, her fingertips pressed tightly against the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

"I can stand by myself." Her voice was weak, but still carried a hint of stubbornness.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her for a while, then gave a soft "hmm," and said, "Then Lulu can stand by herself."

Despite saying that, the hand gripping her waist didn't loosen at all.

He lightened the support slightly, forcing her to maintain her balance on her own, and making her aware that he could pull her back into his grasp at any time if he wanted to.

The pen tip fell back down.

The brush tip, dipped in icy water, gently touched the center of her collarbone and slowly dragged it down.

The clear water trail meandered along the curve of her breath, then slowly moved to her other shoulder. That touch of iciness, however, was slowed down by him, so slow that every inch was excessively clear.

Shi Luyu bit her lip tightly.

Blue light flowed, the curtains swayed gently, and the pages rustled in the night breeze. The entire study was so quiet that only their breathing and the faint, almost inaudible wet sound of pens gliding across skin could be heard.

"If you guess the next three words correctly..." Xu Yuanjia's lips curled into a slight smile, as if he had finally remembered a more interesting way to play.

I'll let you go tonight.

Shi Luyu was stunned. She knew that this person always spoke with a mix of truth and falsehood, and that his "letting go" might not really mean letting go. But at this moment, she still couldn't help but feel a faint hope.

Xu Yuanjia was clearly very satisfied with her reaction.

He lowered his head, dipped the pen tip in the ice water again, and raised his hand to make the first stroke.

This time, he wrote slowly.

very slow.

Slower than any of the previous times.

First, lightly touch the brush tip, then slowly move it downwards, pause, turn, and finish the stroke.

The cool water left a complete mark on the skin above her collarbone. Shi Luyu tensed up, not daring to blink, and forced herself to discern the slightest direction.

Her mind was in turmoil, yet she could only hold onto the thread tightly.

"...Me." After a long while, she managed to utter the word with difficulty.

Xu Yuanjia looked up at her. "Oh, right."

Shi Luyu's chest trembled.

You guessed right.

Xu Yuanjia didn't give her much time; he had already made his second stroke.

This time it's lighter and longer than before.

The brush tip, dipped in water, traced a line from her shoulder inwards, then folded back down, finally finishing gently. Shi Luyu's entire body tensed, all her attention forced to that single icy mark.

She couldn't afford to make another mistake.

She has to get out of this game.

The sounds of the wind, the lamplight, and the rustling of pages in the study seemed to fade further and further away from her. All she could hear was her own breathing and the subtle sensation of the pen pausing and turning on her skin.

"...Love." Her voice was hoarse.

Xu Yuanjia stared at her for two seconds, then chuckled softly, "You're right again."

Shi Luyu's fingers curled up little by little, her palms covered in cold sweat.

There's only one left.

wrong.

She had just counted in her mind, and the words she had guessed so far were "I" and "love".

What if the next sentence is a complete sentence—

Her heart skipped a beat.

Xu Yuanjia had already dipped his brush in water again, looking down at her with a relaxed expression, as if he didn't care at all whether she had guessed what he was going to write.

"The last two words," he said, pressing his palm against her lower back again.

Shi Luyu was already feeling weak, and his touch almost made her slide down again. She took a deep breath, her body unconsciously leaning forward, only to be firmly pressed back against the table by him.

"Don't move around," Xu Yuanjia whispered.

"Guess seriously."

The pen tip fell for the third time.

One stroke, one fold, one closing.

This time, she seemed to have been forced into a state of extreme clarity, almost as he wrote, sketching out the shape of the character in her mind little by little.

"Brother," she said.

"There's one more," Xu Yuanjia reminded her.

The final stroke was then completed.

The ice water was no longer as stimulating as it had been at the beginning, but as the brush slowly finished writing the last character, Shi Luyu couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

So long that even the slightest sound of wind in the study became exceptionally clear.

Finally, she spoke softly, "...Brother."

After she finished speaking, the entire study fell silent.

Xu Yuanjia simply stood in front of her, watching as she was forced to speak those four words, her eyes reddening and her lips turning pale, yet she still managed to utter them slowly and deliberately. His gaze gradually darkened.

After a long pause, he ordered her: "Repeat."

Shi Luyu couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

All she knew was that she was incredibly tired, her breathing was weak, and even standing was difficult.

"I...love...my brother..."

She looked up at him, her voice soft, forced to say these words against her will.

A few seconds later, Xu Yuanjia suddenly raised his hand and gently brushed his fingertips against her collarbone.

Then he chuckled softly, "Good girl."

Time seemed to stretch out in the study.

Blue light flowed, the window curtains swayed, and the night breeze occasionally seeped in, rustling the papers on the table. Shi Luyu was forced to guess words one moment and repeatedly try to decipher the faint traces of icy water that had brushed against her skin the next. Her mind was highly tense, but her body grew increasingly weak; her waist and legs began to go numb, and even her gaze gradually became unfocused.

In the end, she could hardly tell whether she was scared or simply tired.

For the first time, Shi Luyu realized so clearly that what this man enjoyed was never some kind of singular control.

Rather, it was the entire process of how she was gradually worn down, pressured, forced to adapt, and forced to compromise in front of him.

He watched her shatter, and he also admired how he reassembled her into the way he liked.

She suddenly felt a deeper weariness.

In the middle of the night, Shi Luyu finally couldn't hold on any longer.

She leaned against the desk, her eyes starting to glaze over, her voice soft and hoarse.

"Xu Yuanjia... I really have no strength left."

"Lulu's tired." Xu Yuanjia gently stroked her face, seemingly with pity. "Brother knows."

As he spoke, he opened his palm, revealing the little blue fish.

"Eat it."

Xu Yuanjia looked down at her, his voice low and lazy, but his tone carried an undeniable air, "I'll carry you back to your room to take a bath."

Shi Luyu was shocked: "Xu Yuanjia, are you crazy! What are you going to do—"

"Lulu is a smart girl," he said, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

The man smiled gently and told her:

"You can figure it out yourself."

Use another one.

Little mouth.