Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

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When Xu Yuanjia uttered those two words, Shi Luyu's heart still skipped a beat.

It's not because of expectations.

It was because, in that instant, some thoughts that had long since died still left ashes in her heart, and with a gentle touch, they burned up again.

She had actually thought about the future.

No, to be precise, it wasn't just something I thought about; I seriously envisioned it in my mind.

When she loved him most, even the future wasn't a blurry mess, but something detailed, warm, and full of light and shadow. She thought about where she would go after graduation, and that if he was busy, she could wait for him.

She wondered if they would live in a well-lit apartment, and if he would leave a light on for her when she came home from filming.

If things settle down someday, they'll talk about marriage and children like any other ordinary couple.

What kind of person was Xu Yuanjia in her heart at that time?

Dangerous, dazzling, despite his personality being completely different from the "Brother Jiajia" she remembered from her childhood.

It should be gentle and bright, it should carry the freshness and cleanliness of youth.

As he grew up, he became shrewd and calculating. The gentleness of his youth had long been worn away by time and power, replaced by a noble and oppressive air that was permeated with the aura of a superior.

His background and origins far exceeded her initial expectations, as if he were born to stand at the top of the pyramid, and his every move exuded a composure and weight that ordinary people could hardly reach.

That's why he always had a sharp, unapproachable aura about him, as if every time she took a step closer, she would instinctively tense up at the sight of his coldness and danger.

But even so—

In her past understanding, he was still an upright and kind person.

That's what she mistakenly thought.

She was terribly wrong, in her own self-righteousness.

The heat in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, but the top-floor bedroom was eerily quiet.

The heavy curtains blocked out the night, leaving only the dim yellow light from the bedside lamp.

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes, his fingers casually hooking the belt of her bathrobe at her waist. With a gentle tug, the loosened fabric slid down her side a little.

But Shi Luyu didn't move; even her fingertips hung quietly as she looked at him.

A few days ago, if he touched her even slightly, she would immediately tense up, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust and hatred, like a small beast driven to the brink of despair, ready to unleash its claws at any moment.

She would push him away, curse, resist, and stare at him with her bloodshot eyes, as if she wanted to pounce on him and bite his throat off at any moment.

But at this moment, she didn't.

She neither pushed him away nor struggled to break free.

She lay there quietly, her shoulders and back sinking into the mattress. Her long, black hair was loose and soft, spreading out on the snow-white sheets, casting large, dark, and soft shadows that made her face appear even paler and more fragile, as if she were trapped in the middle of the night.

Her body was even relaxed, without any guard.

She simply stared at him silently, her gaze somewhat fixed, not even her eyelashes trembling.

The sharp struggle and anger that had been there before had faded from those eyes, leaving only a kind of quiet focus.

She was unusually quiet, her lips slightly pursed, but she didn't say a word.

Xu Yuanjia paused slightly, then lifted her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him more fully.

"Hmm?" His voice was low, revealing little emotion.

"Lulu is daydreaming."

A faint smile played on his lips, and his eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of nonchalant teasing in his voice: "What are you thinking about?"

Shi Luyu continued to stare intently at him.

Those eyes were unusually quiet under the light, crystal clear, with only a clear and stubborn gaze that he couldn't avoid no matter what.

Two seconds later, she suddenly spoke. "Thinking of you."

Xu Yuanjia's eyes narrowed.

Shi Luyu's voice was very soft and flat, without any inflection, and she added, "Thinking of us."

With that sentence, Xu Yuanjia was finally forced to stop.

Xu Yuanjia seemed to be frozen in place by these two sentences.

The movement of her fingertips stopped almost imperceptibly. That usual nonchalance and ease in her eyes was abruptly torn open by her light words.

He slowly raised his eyes, finally forced to look at her directly.

Xu Yuanjia had no choice but to stop at this moment, staring intently and seriously into Shi Luyu's eyes, as if trying to discern what she was thinking from that overly quiet and clear gaze.

Her eyes were always too clean, too clear. They had been red from crying, red from hatred, and even in moments of panic, they still carried a clarity that shouldn't exist in his world. There was no scheming in them, no bloodshed, no desire, and none of the obsequiousness and fear that those around him could never shake off.

This cleanliness sometimes bothered him.

It's as annoying as having an invisible thorn embedded in your finger bone; it's fine when you're not moving, but once you touch it, it starts to hurt.

Xu Yuanjia then raised his hand and covered her eyes directly.

His palm fell, blocking her view and also the eyes that bothered him.

He remained silent for a long time before his voice finally came down low, with a slightly hoarse tone.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

Have you figured it out?

Shi Luyu gently closed her eyes under his palm.

She figured out part of it.

At least, regarding "Master Jia".

From Jia Ye's perspective, she did see something she shouldn't have seen that night at the Buddhist temple halfway up the mountain.

Even if she stumbled in by mistake, even if she was innocent, the man in that position couldn't possibly let her go just because he felt sorry for her.

Indeed, as "Master Jia," if someone trespasses on his territory and he doesn't know their background or identity, there's really no need to keep them around.

Even though Xu Yuanjia's methods of hunting her down were despicable and hateful, his innocence does not mean he was wrong.

She saw something she shouldn't have seen, so it's understandable that he wanted to kill her.

Shi Luyu thought about it many times afterward.

If the people who witnessed everything that night were someone else, anyone in a high position who was used to controlling life and death, they probably wouldn't have left a single witness alive.

So from that point of view, Shi Luyu no longer blamed him.

Even during that rainy night chase, she could now force herself to accept part of his almost mocking cruelty. Because back then, they had no emotional foundation whatsoever. She was merely an intruder, and he was "Master Jia."

As for Xu Yuanjia impersonating Xu Jia, and impersonating her Jiajia brother—tracing back to the source, she also knows that she is not entirely without responsibility.

She misjudged people.

She wasn't vigilant enough.

In a foreign land, she was easily deceived by a glimpse of the past and a sense of familiarity, which lowered her guard. She didn't verify his identity from the beginning, didn't set boundaries for herself, and didn't withdraw in time when she noticed something amiss.

She's the one who mistook me for someone else.

Moreover, Xu Yuanjia, who is "Brother Jiajia", can hardly find fault with her.

He cleaned up her messes; he was always the first to appear whenever she got into trouble.

When she's down, he'll comfort her; when she's throwing a tantrum, he'll give in; when she's not feeling well, he's more attentive than anyone else. He remembers exactly what she likes to eat, what she doesn't like, what time she has class, what day she's on her period, and even the corner she most often clutches when she wakes up from a nightmare.

He took care of her, indulged her, and protected her.

So she's even trying to convince herself to forgive the "deception".

If it's just deception.

If an identity was fabricated simply to keep her.

If that's all there is to it—she might really one day grit her teeth and swallow this whole thing.

But the one thing she couldn't convince herself to forgive Xu Yuanjia was:

He pretended to be her childhood sweetheart, treating her with gentleness, indulgence, and tenderness;

At the same time, he appeared in her life again and again as Master Jia, intimidating her, humiliating her, toying with her, making her miserable, and trampling on her dignity.

Then, he continued to use the identity of "Xu Yuanjia" to comfort and save her.

He made her feel like a fool, completely manipulated by him.

Thinking of this, Shi Luyu's eyes suddenly stung, and tears welled up almost without warning.

A tear silently slid down the corner of her eye and fell straight into Xu Yuanjia's palm, which was covering her eye, and it was surprisingly hot.

The man's fingertips trembled slightly, but he did not remove his hand.

Then, more tears welled up. They trickled down her cheeks and down her face, slowly spreading across his palm, turning what was initially just a damp warmth into a burning sensation.

Shi Luyu cried in his palm.

She cried quietly, almost silently, with only a barely audible tremor leaking from her breath.

The sadness and grievances had been building up for too long, and now they were finally pushed to the limit, like a mouthful of blood that had been stagnant deep in my heart, slowly and sluggishly seeping out.

There was no scream of collapse or loss of control, but it made people's hearts tighten even more.

"Xu Yuanjia, you shouldn't have treated me like this."

Shi Luyu trembled more and more as she spoke, and her tears fell even more profusely, "These things..."

"Even when we were in love... if you did these things to me, I would have been willing."

"I think it's wonderful..."

Her throat was sore and tight, and every word seemed to be forced out of her chest.

Why?

"Why did you have to destroy the image of Xu Yuanjia in my heart..."

Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

The sobs trembled, filled with barely suppressed sobs, squeezing out one after another from the throat, like dull pounding on the heart.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it sank deep into the air, making one's chest feel tight and even making breathing feel difficult.

"Give me back my Xu Yuanjia..."

She cried so hard she could barely breathe, her shoulders were shaking, her voice became increasingly incoherent and fragmented, until it was almost a scream.

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the entire bedroom seemed to be suddenly emptied, leaving only a depressing, deathly silence.

Mixed with trembling breaths, the taps landed between the two of them, making the air feel heavy.

Xu Yuanjia still covered her eyes and did not let go.

He slowly lowered his eyes, and his whole body seemed to freeze.