Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu said "it's nothing," but Sheng Kun didn't believe her at all.

Having spent so many years in casinos and on the streets, his greatest skill is reading people's expressions.

He could tell almost anything at a glance: what look a gambler has when they lose money, what look a person being chased for debt has, and what look a desperate person has before they're about to fight to the death.

Shi Luyu's current state is clearly a result of suppressing her emotions and keeping them bottled up inside.

"You don't look like you're alright." Sheng Kun scratched his head, unusually not pressing for answers. Instead, he looked around and suddenly stood up. "Sister-in-law, wait for me."

After saying that, he dashed to the bow of the boat.

Shi Luyu didn't know what he was going to do, but she saw him approach the boatman and speak a string of words in the local language, using gestures and words.

The boatman initially looked disgusted and waved him away. But Sheng Kun was like a stubborn leech, refusing to leave.

Before long, the two of them were arguing heatedly.

The boatman cursed as he grabbed his oar and tried to chase the people away.

Sheng Kun took off running, shouting something in his mouth, which made the boatman chase after him for several steps.

Shi Luyu stared blankly until Sheng Kun ran back with a grin, carrying a worn-out bamboo stool in his arms.

"Here you go." He placed it at Shi Luyu's feet as if presenting a treasure.

"Sit here."

Shi Luyu glanced down. The bamboo stool wasn't big, and it was covered with a piece of cotton cloth that had been dried in the sun, making it much more comfortable than the hard wooden planks in the cabin.

"Where did it come from?" Shi Luyu asked.

"Rented."

"Rent?" Shi Luyu looked at him suspiciously.

Sheng Kun nodded seriously, "Twenty per hour."

"Meining's unique services"

The boatman stood at the bow and spat fiercely in this direction.

Shi Luyu glanced at the boatman, then at Sheng Kun, and exposed him: "Stolen, wasn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Kun feigned grievance: "Sister-in-law, how can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Shi Luyu chuckled: "The boatman seems eager to throw you overboard."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the boatman took off one of his slippers and threw it at him.

Sheng Kun turned his head and slapped his slipper on the deck.

"Look," Sheng Kun bent down to pick up the slippers and placed them back on the bow of the boat with a serious expression, "you even know to ask me to pick them up."

Shi Luyu finally couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth curl up slightly.

Sheng Kun, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed it.

"You laughed now, didn't you?"

He clapped his hands triumphantly, "I told you, people can't always have a long face."

Shi Luyu couldn't help but find it amusing, "Stop trying to glorify yourself."

"Sister-in-law, this is a paid service," Sheng Kun said again.

"What project?"

"Emotional support."

"..." If Shi Luyu knew how to curse, she would definitely curse him to death.

Sheng Kun, still unwilling to give up, said, "I'll give you a 20% discount today."

Shi Luyu was too lazy to pay him any attention.

Sheng Kun didn't care and turned around to rummage through his backpack.

A moment later, he pulled out a crumpled palm-leaf fan. The edges of the fan were cracked in several places, and it looked like it had been used for many years.

He sat down at the cabin door and slowly fanned himself in front of Shi Luyu.

The wind on the river was already quite strong. With his fan, it cooled me down considerably.

Shi Luyu looked up. "Aren't you hot?"

"I'm thick-skinned and tough," Sheng Kun said nonchalantly.

"It's because you girls are so delicate."

Sheng Kun said with a straight face, "I feel hot after being in the sun for a while, I feel cold after being blown by the wind for a while, I feel hard sitting on a wooden board, and I'm afraid of getting diarrhea if I drink cold water."

He complained, but he didn't stop fanning himself with the palm-leaf fan.

Shi Luyu looked at him.

Seeing Sheng Kun muttering to himself, but his hands were anything but hesitant.

When the boat rocked violently, he would reach out and steady the wooden crate next to her to prevent it from sliding over and hitting her.

Seeing that the backpack at her feet was about to roll away, he silently pulled it back and tied it to the boat post with a rope.

Upon seeing Shi Luyu, who hadn't yet spoken, Sheng Kun was at a loss for words, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

He spun around twice, then suddenly plopped down on the deck, mimicking the boatman's accent and deliberately speaking the local dialect in a jumbled mess.

Before he could finish a sentence, the boatman stood up angrily, grabbed the other slipper, and started yelling at him.

Sheng Kun didn't retaliate, just grinned and nodded repeatedly while being scolded.

Finally, he even bowed to the boatman in a perfunctory manner.

The boatman was so angry he was blowing his beard and glaring. Watching this scene, Shi Luyu's lips finally curved into a slight smile.

Sheng Kun secretly caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

As long as you laughed, that's enough.