Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu subconsciously turned her face away, trying to avoid his overly intense gaze.

The girl's neck formed a taut arc, her wet hair clung to her cheeks, and water droplets slid down her chin into the hollow of her collarbone.

Xu Yuanjia was faster than her, pinching her cheeks again, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh of her cheeks. The force was not great, but it was irresistible, and he forcefully turned her face back.

"What are you hiding from?" the man said in a teasing voice.

Before Shi Luyu could speak, the light in front of her suddenly went out.

When his kiss landed, his thin lips pressed directly against hers, with an unreasonable and domineering force.

Shi Luyu froze, caught off guard.

She was choked speechless, only managing a muffled "Mmm..." that escaped from deep within her throat.

The bathroom was filled with a hazy mist, the diffuser still humming softly, and the water in the bathtub behind me rippled gently. The sound of the tide drifted in from outside the window, yet all sounds seemed distant at that moment.

Shi Luyu's eyelashes trembled violently. She pressed her palm against his chest, her fingers curling up to push him away. But her fingertips touched a hot and hard surface of skin, and his heart pounded rapidly and heavily beneath her palm.

Xu Yuanjia initially only touched her lips.

A very brief moment.

It seemed to be confirming that she wasn't truly resisting.

Then, he stepped back slightly, his dark eyes looking at her up close, his breathing still a little heavy.

The two people's noses almost touched.

"Lulu," he called her softly.

The playful glint that had been in his eyes had faded considerably, and his gaze settled heavily on her face.

Shi Luyu's chest heaved, her cheeks still flushed. After realizing what was happening, she immediately reached out and pushed him away.

"Xu Yuanjia, you—" He leaned down and cut off the rest of his words.

Xu Yuanjia still held her face with one hand, his thumb gently pressing against her burning cheek, while his other hand braced against the edge of the bathtub behind her. He didn't move any closer, but he kept her firmly trapped in that small space.

Behind her was the cold, white porcelain edge of the bathtub, which pressed painfully against Shi Luyu's waist, yet she had nowhere to retreat.

His hands were firmly gripping her waist, his thumb pressing against her slender waistline, pressed tightly together, leaving no room for escape or hiding.

There was almost no gap between them; she could feel the curve of his abdominal muscles tightening and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

His kisses gradually became more affectionate and tender, prying open her tightly closed teeth and penetrating deep inside, swirling around her tongue and sucking on it.

The steamy bathroom was filled with his scent, mixed with the light mineral smell of bath salts.

And there was that touch of minty coolness between his lips and teeth.

Her hand was still pressed against his chest, but the force had long since diminished, turning from pushing away into a tight grip, her nails digging into the flesh below his collarbone, leaving shallow crescent-shaped marks.

He didn't feel any pain; instead, he kissed her even deeper. His other hand slid down her cheek, pinched the back of her neck, and forced her to tilt her head back slightly so that he could deliver the kiss more thoroughly.

Shi Luyu was initially annoyed. She grabbed his white T-shirt with her fingers, making messy wrinkles, as if she wanted to push him away.

But after an unknown amount of time, the resistance gradually subsided.

She unconsciously closed her eyes, the familiar scent so close. Those things she had deliberately suppressed finally surged back from the depths of her memory.

She used to really like this person.

I loved his hugs, I loved his kisses.

Countless times, she had taken the initiative to go to this seaside villa to find him.

Those memories won't simply disappear because of everything that happened later.

Xu Yuanjia seemed to notice her momentary lapse in concentration.

His movements also stopped.

When he finally released her after a moment, Shi Luyu's lips were already incredibly red.

A glistening tear still clung to the corner of her mouth. He looked down at her panting, his thumb slowly tracing her slightly swollen lower lip, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping water: "Still hiding?"

The bathroom was so quiet that only their slightly disordered breathing could be heard.

Shi Luyu did not look up, still clutching his clothes.

After a few seconds, as if suddenly waking up, he abruptly let go.

Xu Yuanjia glanced down at the white T-shirt that she had crumpled on her chest, and when she looked up again, a carefree smile finally reappeared in her eyes.

He gently pressed his forehead against hers, teasing her, "Still saying no?"