Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

The little blue fish came back to life.

The cold touch of the metal was warmed up.

Kneeling in front of the desk, her lumbar spine gently bumped against the edge of the desk, and she made a soft, intermittent sound, similar to crying.

"Xu Yuanjia...you, you will die a horrible death..." Her cries and curses were weak and had no power.

A pale blue light flowed down from the four walls, landing on the wet streaks on her back, making the winding wet lines look like a transparent river.

"I...you, please make it stop." She tilted her head back, struggling and crying repeatedly, unable to stop.

A broken sob escaped her throat, and tears finally broke out at the corners of her eyes, streaming down her cheekbones.

Tears dripped onto the desk, spreading into a small, dark dot.

She collapsed, her breathing becoming labored, and it took her a long time to gradually stop.

Xu Yuanjia stood behind her, watching with downcast eyes as she completely exhausted herself.

His gaze moved from her wet hair to her shoulder and back, where she was still sobbing slightly, and then back to her face, which she was leaning on the table.

Her eyelashes were wet, and she had bitten her lower lip so hard that it drew a shallow line of blood. Her breathing was rapid and shallow.

Like a small animal that has reached its limit.

He spoke, clearly smiling, but his tone was calm to the point of being indifferent, carrying a judgment based on a thorough examination of the outcome:

"Lulu did a great job. She adapted so well on her first try; she's much better behaved than you imagined."

There was no surprise in his words, as if he had known all along that she would come to this.

The tail of the little blue fish is sticking out.

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she reached out and grabbed the little fish's tail.

Shi Luyu was completely unable to answer.

Her face was still lying on the table, and all her consciousness was focused on the coldness.

She grabbed it and pulled it out in one swift motion.

She was furious. She got up, swung her hand back, and flung the small fish at his face.

"Xu Yuanjia! Was it fun?!"

It flew in a short arc and slammed into Xu Yuanjia's cheek with a loud thud.

Water droplets bounced and splashed as the fish leaped.

His head was knocked slightly to the side, and he paused for a moment.

It trickled down his cheekbone, with a few drops falling into his open collar.

"Heh..." He suddenly curled his lips.

Hit it right next to this thing.

It's quite interesting.

It even has a sweet taste on it.

Be a good baby.

The little fish smell delicious.

He secretly felt pleased.

Shi Luyu slowly stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table; her knees were still trembling.

She had to slouch over the table to keep herself from kneeling back down.

"You...you think that by locking me up and forcing me to do these shameful things, I really love you?"

She turned to look at him, her voice hoarse and broken from crying, but each word was enunciated clearly and forcefully:

"Xu Yuanjia, you're a spineless bastard with no sense of service. You're not even fit to be a gigolo."

"What else can you do besides force, force, force? I'm not happy at all."

Xu Yuanjia slowly turned back, his thumb tracing the light red mark on his cheekbone.

I glanced down and saw the stain on my fingertips.

Then I looked up at her.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards, carrying a languid arc of utter satisfaction:

"Tsk. The little bunny's fur is standing on end again."

He took a step closer to her, but didn't touch her; he simply looked at her shoulders, which were trembling slightly from anger and exhaustion.

"That is indeed my problem."

He reached out, his long, slender fingers hooking the thin strap that had slipped off her shoulder, and slowly pulled it back into place.

My fingertips gently traced the edge of her collarbone.

"Looks like I need to work even harder to make my sweetheart feel good."

Shi Luyu opened her mouth to scold him, but he had already bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand supporting her back, lifting her up from the ground.

Her body was suddenly lifted into the air, and she couldn't help but scream. Her hands instinctively grabbed his shoulders.

The chain scraped across his neck and then loosened, but he seemed oblivious and strode toward the bed deep inside the room.

She was pressed into the soft mattress, her long hair spread out on the pillow.

The white sheets with black patterns stood out starkly against her slender white shoulders, neck, and collarbones.

He placed his hands on either side of her head, grasped her wrists, and lifted them above her head, causing her to make a soft, muffled sound.

"No...uh!"

She turned her head away, crying, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see water streaks running down the windowpane.