Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

The scene fell silent instantly, as if even the wind had stopped.

Chai Ye's eyelids twitched violently, and Sheng Kun's mouth gaped open.

Even Zhou Ji's usually expressionless face went blank for a moment.

No one expected that Jia Ye would respond.

The response was so quick.

They didn't even hesitate for a second.

No one expected that the smiling "good boy" would appear in such a situation.

After Xu Yuanjia finished speaking, he casually took the heavy sniper rifle off his shoulder, as if he were putting down something insignificant.

It was clearly a "toy" that he cherished very much.

He didn't even look at it, and threw it behind him.

Zhou Ji immediately stepped forward and caught it steadily with both hands.

As soon as the gun left his hand, Xu Yuanjia walked straight towards Shi Luyu.

The shiny leather ankle boots stepped over the broken glass scattered on the ground.

step.

Another step.

All eyes followed his steps.

Kunsa was still pinned to the ground.

The gun barrel had just been pulled out of his mouth, and he didn't even have time to catch his breath; he just stared blankly at the scene.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

crazy.

This world must be crazy.

That Jia Ye, rumored to be capricious and ruthless...

It really was all because of a woman's words.

Put down your gun!

On the other side, Sheng Kun was completely dumbfounded.

He stared wide-eyed with his mouth agape, and after a long while, he managed to swallow hard.

He suddenly realized that all those times he had called out "sister-in-law" all the way here had been worth it.

You didn't mispronounce it at all.

No, to be more precise, they were too soft.

This is definitely not his sister-in-law!

This is practically his great-grandmother!

He silently turned his head to look at Chai Ye, lowering his voice: "Brother Chai, has our boss... always listened to his wife like this?"

Chai's lips twitched, but he didn't answer.

Because he himself was in shock.

From childhood to adulthood, he had witnessed Master Jia killing people, negotiating, and going mad.

I've also seen Grandpa Jia pretend to be a grandson to deceive people.

I've never seen anyone actually come over eagerly when someone just says "come here".

It seems... it looks a bit worthless.

Thinking of this, Chai silently raised his hand and rubbed his face.

I feel like no one would believe what happened today if I told them.

Zhou Ji stood still, but his gaze remained fixed on Xu Yuanjia's back.

Only he knew that the answer had been there for a long time.

Jia Ye has never just started listening to Shi Luyu's words today.

This was already the case when he was still Xu Jia.

She said what she wanted to eat, and he went to buy it.

She said she wanted to go somewhere, and he went with her.

If she's unhappy, Jia Ye can go to great lengths to coax her all day long.

Later, when the master's identity was exposed, everything changed.

But some things seem to have never really changed.

For example, a few days ago, Xu Yuanjia instructed him that if something happened to him that day, his primary task would be to protect him and follow Miss Shi's instructions.

Miss Shi? No, that's not right.

Perhaps, he and Chai should both call her "sister-in-law" like that kid Sheng Kun did, it wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Xu Yuanjia had already walked up to Shi Luyu.

They were so close, so close that if he took just one more step, he would have bumped into her.

He stopped in time and bowed his head slightly.

Their eyes met once again.

The warehouse overhead lights came down, making the girl's fair face appear even more translucent.

A long, indigo-blue local dress accentuated her slender figure. Her hair was gathered up with a headscarf, leaving only a few stray strands around her ears. Rough hemp rope dug deep into her snow-white wrists, leaving glaring marks on the reddened skin.

Xu Yuanjia's gaze slowly fell, settling on the ligature mark.

The smile in his eyes gradually faded, and his gaze darkened little by little.

"Xu Yuanjia, you beast!" At this moment, Kunsha suddenly cursed angrily, slamming his fist into the warehouse.

He was still being held down on both sides, his knees slamming heavily on the concrete floor, the veins on his forehead bulging taut.

The fear from having a gun in his mouth hadn't completely dissipated, and his lips were still wet with drool. But seeing that Xu Yuanjia had actually put down his gun because of Shi Luyu's words, a bit of courage suddenly sprouted from his bones.

He strained to tilt his head back and shouted in a hoarse voice, "What kind of man bullies a little girl!"

"You've already ruined someone's younger sister, and now you want to ruin her older sister too!"

"You deserve a terrible death!"

Many people in the warehouse had strange expressions, and Sheng Kun's eyelids twitched as he listened.

He looked at Kunsha, then at Shi Luyu, his mind a jumbled mess.

younger sister?

What little sister?

When did my sister-in-law have a younger sister who was harmed by Master Jia?

Xu Yuanjia didn't even spare a glance.

Kunsa's furious curses and shouts were like the noisy waves and ship horns outside the warehouse to him; he could hear them, but they weren't worth stopping for even a moment.

He walked straight up to Shi Luyu, the vibrant red on the sole of his black patent leather ankle boots flashing briefly in the cold white light.

He stopped in front of her knees, looked down at her for a moment, and then raised his hand to pull up the crease of her smoky gray trousers.

Immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, he knelt down on one knee.

He didn't speak immediately, but simply raised his hand, his long, slender fingers slowly reaching towards the knot behind her.

The movements were so light they were almost gentle, as if afraid of hurting her even a little bit more.

This scene caused the expressions of many people around to change again.

That was Xu Yuanjia, the most unyielding ghost king in all of Southeast Asia.

At this moment, he was squatting in front of a girl, his long knees bent down, his broad shoulders and back also leaning down, as he personally untied the thick hemp rope wrapped around her ankles and wrists.

The overhead light in the warehouse hung diagonally behind him.

The cold white light slanted down, casting a thin layer of sharpness on his shoulder line and profile.

Morning light still streamed in through the collapsed gate, and dust floated slowly in the beams of light, casting the shadows of the two people onto the concrete ground.

The two are positioned opposite each other, one at a higher elevation and the other at a lower elevation.

One was tied to a wooden chair, and the other was kneeling in front of her.

People, restrained and lying haphazardly around them, were surrounded by guns, broken glass, and fragmented wooden crates. Yet, the atmosphere between them defied the chaos, exuding an undeniable intimacy.

Hsu Yuan-Chia didn't style his hair in a slicked-back style today. His black hair was simply blow-dried.

His wispy bangs hung loosely over his forehead, partially obscuring his sharp brow bone. Those soft strands of hair softened his aggressive demeanor, making him appear unusually docile when he lowered his head.

Yet, a deeper wildness still cannot be concealed. His eyes are long and narrow at the corners, his nose is straight and prominent, and his features are both deep and sharp at the boundary between light and shadow.

He has indeed lost weight.

In just a few days, her jawline has become more defined, and the bone structure of her profile is more pronounced.

The black leather jacket accentuated his pale skin, making his face even more handsome, and even giving him a more weary and gloomy look than before.

Her figure was a few inches thinner than before, which made her bone structure fully visible. Her pale skin covered her sharp features, and in the interplay of light and shadow, she exuded a captivating and cold beauty.

More dangerous, and even more captivating.

Kunsha was still yelling from a short distance away, "If you've got the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to take it out on a woman!"

"You drove that girl away, and you still shamelessly chased after her!"

"Xu Yuanjia, you're fucking shameless!"

Xu Yuanjia ignored him. He lowered his eyes and used his long fingers to loosen the tightly tied knot. The rough fibers embedded themselves in Shi Luyu's fair skin, leaving reddish marks.

His gaze lingered on the marks for a few seconds, but his movements became even gentler.

He suddenly raised his face when he had only untied half of the knot.

Shi Luyu was caught off guard and met his gaze.

From this perspective, he still carries a certain natural oppressiveness.

Even when she was half-squatting on one knee, her body lower than when she was sitting, the sense of control that emanated from her very bones was not diminished in the slightest.

He looked up at her. Her loose, tousled hair fell across her forehead, half-concealing her eyes and brows.

A casual smile floated in those deep black eyes, and the corners of her lips slowly turned up.

"It's nice to see you again." He spoke in a low, languid tone, each word spoken slowly.

It was as if he were genuinely greeting a lover he hadn't seen in a long time.

"My Kitty," he called her.

Shi Luyu's fingertips trembled. Just now, from such a distance, she only had time to see him appear, to see him standing in the center of the crowd, and to see his thinner silhouette.

Distance blurs many things, including fear.

Now that he was truly in front of her, his familiar aura and presence invaded her senses without reservation, and the memories of imprisonment and escape within her body were instantly awakened.

The days and nights she spent locked in the villa. Being brought back time and time again. Time and time again, powerless to resist.

His laughter close to her ear, the warmth of his hand on her wrist, even the gaze that left her nowhere to hide, all surged forth at that moment.

Shi Luyu trembled uncontrollably, and although she tried to hide it, she could not hide it from Xu Yuanjia, who was standing right next to her.

The girl's fingers were curled up, her fingertips were slightly pale, and even her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Xu Yuanjia glanced down, remaining expressionless.

When the rope was completely untied, he didn't release her immediately. His long, slender fingers gently traced the reddened bones of her wrist, finally hooking her fingertips.

The difference between the two people's hands is obvious.

His hands were long and slender, his palms were warm, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible; her hands were smaller, her skin was white and soft, and her fingertips were cold from nervousness.

Xu Yuanjia raised his eyes, as if he found her reaction quite amusing. "Good girl."

His thin lips curved slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Judging from your expression, you don't seem too happy to see me?"

Shi Luyu bit her lower lip, instinctively trying to pull her hand back.

She had barely moved when the man firmly gripped her fingertips in his palm.

His strength wasn't heavy enough to hurt her, but it wasn't enough to allow her to break free.

Xu Yuanjia looked down at their clasped hands, his thumb slowly pressing against her fingertips, his voice still low and lazy.

"Just now." He paused, then looked up at her again.

"Didn't you still call me by my name?"

Shi Luyu's throat tightened slightly, and she subconsciously swallowed. Her eyelashes trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

The smile in Xu Yuanjia's eyes deepened.

He seemed to have finally received something he had been waiting for, and even the corners of his eyes revealed a hint of joy.

"I'm very satisfied; you finally understand—"

He gently pinched her fingertips with his fingertips. "How do you command me?"

"Very good, baby." He was generous with his praise.

Shi Luyu's chest tightened. She was about to speak when Kunsha, not far away, started struggling again, shouting, "Stop pretending to be so sentimental! If you're so capable, release him first!"

"Her sister died at your hands, and you still—"

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes slightly, and the warmth in his eyes vanished instantly, leaving only a cold silence.

He gave a cold sneer, his gaze already shifting past Shi Luyu towards Kunsha.

Shi Luyu was all too familiar with this expression on his face.

Apathy, lethargy, impatience, and utter indifference to life.

She could even guess that as soon as Xu Yuanjia's gaze fell upon him, Zhou Ji would immediately understand his meaning.

Kunsa probably won't live past today.

Without much thought, Shi Luyu raised her hands.

She placed her palm directly on Xu Yuanjia's cheek, cupping his face back in her hands. "Don't look at them."

She stared at him and commanded, word by word, "Look at me."