Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu's fingertips tightened suddenly, and her chest felt incredibly heavy.

The question came too quickly, accurately and sharply, leaving almost no room for doubt. It probed straight into her heart, which she had not yet been able to hide, and forced that nascent thought into the open.

Her fingers clenched tightly, her heart pounding, but she could only force a smile. After a few seconds, she whispered:

"Of course I want to win."

She wasn't lying.

But it wasn't all explained.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her with a half-smile, as if he believed her, and said, "Okay."

"You passed this question." It was as if he didn't fully believe him at all.

Shi Luyu felt a slight sense of relief.

The truth was more like an interrogation than she had imagined. She knew she had to be careful, neither revealing her true thoughts nor making him feel she was being too perfunctory.

The sound of rain continued outside the window. The night was shrouded in the mountain mist and dampness, and the lights inside the room slowly dimmed.

The two of them were so close on this rainy night that they could hardly breathe in each other's ears.

But the more this is the case, the more unclear it becomes whether what's entangled with them right now is ambiguity or a deeper danger.

Shi Luyu suddenly realized that this gamble might be more valuable than she had originally imagined.

Because it proves at least one thing:

Xu Yuanjia was willing to play with her.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Outside the window, the rain was still falling in a fine, dense drizzle, leaving winding streaks on the glass.

The night in the mountains was heavy with damp mist, and the thunder that had been pressing down on people had gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of rain, long, damp and cold, like countless fine threads silently winding into the night.

Shi Luyu lay there, the warmth still lingering on her cheek, but her eyes gradually cleared.

She planned to continue asking.

Now that things have come to this point, and since he's really willing to continue playing "truth or dare" with her, then we can't waste this rare opportunity.

She raised her eyes and looked at Xu Yuanjia.

The man leaned halfway above her, casting a faint shadow on his brow bone, his eyes so deep they were indistinct. His face was so close that if she raised her eyelashes even slightly, she could see the faint curve of his lips and her own blurry reflection in his dark pupils.

Shi Luyu looked at him for two seconds before finally speaking:

"When you first met me."

"Do you really want to kill me?"

Xu Yuanjia's eyes darkened slightly.

He didn't laugh immediately, nor did he ask her why she suddenly brought it up. In that instant, his expression seemed overly calm, as if she had only asked about something as ordinary as the past.

"Yes."

He answered very quickly.

So fast that there wasn't even the slightest hesitation.

One word, and it landed with a resounding thud.

Shi Luyu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

In truth, she already knew the answer. Or rather, what the answer was, didn't matter at all. She had witnessed the rain at the Buddhist temple that night, seen his expression as he sat high above, looking down on human lives as worthless as weeds, and seen how that arrow grazed death all the way to her. She had always known that the answer could only be this.

But when he actually said it so calmly, it still felt like something thin and cold was slowly cutting into her chest.

It turns out that hearing something with your own ears and understanding it in your heart are ultimately different.

Her throat felt dry, and before she could suppress her emotions, Xu Yuanjia looked down at her and slowly began to speak.

"It's my turn."

He gently brushed her cheek with his fingertip, the movement was very light, but his eyes were fixed on her.

"Would you still feel something for me now?"