Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu's heart skipped a beat.

The question almost made her catch her breath.

She hadn't expected him to ask that.

Or rather, she never expected that at this moment, in this posture, and at this distance, he would so casually reopen that old wound that should have long since festered.

Xu Yuanjia looked down at her, without urging her.

He even had a slight smile on his face, his fingertips slowly stroking her chin, his expression casual and almost innocent.

"Is it hard to answer?" he asked.

Shi Luyu pursed her lips, looked at him, and hesitated for a moment about how to answer.

Xu Yuanjia chuckled softly, his voice almost touching her ear: "Weren't you quite brave when you asked your brother earlier?"

"Why are you silent when it's your turn?"

Shi Luyu felt a tightness in her chest from his gaze, yet even looking away seemed guilty. She could only force herself to look at him, trying her best to keep her eyes calm.

Of course, she dared not answer.

Yes, it still will.

Even though he treated her like that, deceived her, insulted her, and trampled on her.

From any perspective, Shi Luyu knew that she shouldn't have any feelings for this man; she should hate him, despise him, rebel against him, and even kill him.

Humans are such a fragile and emotional animal group.

What distinguishes humans from other creatures is their complex emotions and a fickle heart that often struggles with reason.

So yes.

She deeply hated Xu Yuanjia.

I also hate myself, hate that even today, I can still be moved by him.

Xu Yuanjia seemed to sense her predicament, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Lulu."

He called her name softly, his tone even sounding gentle.

"Truth or dare," he reminded her intentionally, "No lying allowed."

Shi Luyu's eyelashes trembled, and she could only force herself to calm down for a very brief moment.

Then she looked up to meet his gaze and asked in return, "When you were impersonating Xu Jia..."

Xu Yuanjia narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his lips froze slightly.

Shi Luyu didn't give him a chance to interrupt, "Was there ever a moment when you were sincere?"

The atmosphere fell silent almost instantly.

It was really quiet.

The silence was so profound that even the continuous sound of rain outside the window seemed to fade into the distance.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her, his deep eyes revealing unreadable emotions. Instead of answering, he asked, "Are you sure you want to discuss other men with me in bed?"

Suddenly, Shi Luyu found courage from somewhere and wasn't intimidated by him: "Is this question difficult to answer?"

The man remained silent.

"Or," she stared at him, her voice lowering, "is there really nothing at all?"

A very subtle change appeared in Xu Yuanjia's eyes. His gaze darkened slightly, but his face remained expressionless as he slowly asked her, "Are you very concerned?"

Shi Luyu's heart tightened, and she immediately said, "It's the truth."

"I'm just asking you."

"Just asking?" Xu Yuanjia repeated the words, his gaze falling on her face as he slowly and deliberately examined her. "Then why are you so nervous?"

"I don't."

"Is that so?"

He touched the corner of her eye with his fingertip. "Your eyes are red."

Shi Luyu turned her face away, avoiding his hand. "You haven't answered yet."

Xu Yuanjia looked at her for two seconds and then stopped teasing her.

The emotion in his eyes was indifferent, so indifferent that it seemed as if he hadn't understood what she was asking. But Shi Luyu knew that he understood. Not only did he understand, but he heard every single word very clearly.

sincere.

What a ridiculous two words.

In other people's mouths, it might be sweet talk, a weakness, or an obsession with unrequited love. But in Xu Yuanjia's mouth, it's like a word that no one has ever taught him.

No one taught him what sincerity is.

No one allowed him to seriously discern such things within the rules of living.

He was accustomed to desire, control, possession, hunting, scheming, and closing the net. He was accustomed to hiding a knife beneath every expression, and to holding onto what he wanted, even if it meant breaking it, never letting it go.

So what does sincerity mean?

Was it during the times he took care of her, indulged her, and protected her when he was impersonating Xu Jia?

Is it when he puts aside his claws and puts on patience and gentleness in front of her?

Even earlier, back to that rainy night, when he could have easily disposed of her, he deliberately kept her around, watching her cry, watching her run, watching her struggle in fear and terror on the edge of life and death, and felt that inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

What are those?

Even Xu Yuanjia himself couldn't explain it.

Shi Luyu just stared at him like that.

Her eyes were still a little wet, and the corners of her eyes were still red, but her gaze was incredibly stubborn.

Even though they were so close, as if sharing a breath and body temperature, their eyes were filled with wariness, scrutiny, and a tug-of-war where neither side would give an inch.

This is probably the strangest thing.

Our bodies were so close, yet our hearts felt like they were separated by mountains of knives and seas of fire.

Shi Luyu had expected that after asking this question, he would either scoff or give a dismissive answer and change the subject. But he didn't. He just looked at her silently for a long time.

So long that she almost thought he would never answer again.

She finally couldn't help but speak up: "Xu Yuanjia."

He gave a soft "hmm".

Don't pretend you didn't hear me.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her without moving.

Shi Luyu felt a growing tightness in her chest, and her tone involuntarily turned cold. "If it's there, it's there; if it's not, it's not."

Not giving up easily, she pressed on, "Is this question really that difficult?"

After hearing this, Xu Yuanjia only slightly tugged at his lips.

"What is sincerity to you?"

Shi Luyu was taken aback.

"Don't ask me that."

Unexpectedly, the man responded with a low, lazy laugh, seemingly unintentional: "I don't know."

The words sounded so calm that Shi Luyu couldn't tell whether he was just being polite or genuine.

She froze for two seconds, staring at him incredulously: "You didn't know?"

"Does my brother have to know everything?"

Xu Yuanjia seemed to be talking to himself, then paused for a moment before whispering, "I didn't."

Shi Luyu curled her fingertips. "What do you mean?"

"The answer you're looking for," he finished, "I can't answer it."

The sound of the wind outside the window gradually subsided.

The rain was still falling, but the mountain scenery gradually quieted down in the mist. Water streaks streamed down the glass, and the floor lamp cast the shadows of the two people at the foot of the bed, blurring together like an intimate shape.

But that's not intimacy.

It's just a struggle of opposing forces.

Shi Luyu stared at him, as if trying to extract some real emotion from his face. "So?"

Xu Yuanjia did not respond.

"What's this?"

She asked the question very softly, but when she finished speaking, she still revealed a little of the emotions she was trying hard to suppress.

Xu Yuanjia's eyes flickered slightly; he seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he only looked at her.

After a long while, Xu Yuanjia suddenly twitched his lips.

His smile was faint, even carrying a hint of inexplicable languor. "You win, sweetie."

Shi Luyu froze, staring at him blankly, unable to react for a moment.

You won? What does that mean?

"What do you mean, 'I win'?" she asked instinctively.

Xu Yuanjia raised his hand to brush a strand of hair from the side of her face, his tone still indifferent: "What, sweetie, don't you want to win?"

Shi Luyu looked at him, her expression gradually freezing.

She insisted: "I'm asking questions."

"Mm," he replied.

But you haven't answered yet.

"So you won," Xu Yuanjia told her.