Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu cried for a long time.

She spoke while wiping away tears, but her words were incoherent and disjointed, as if soaked by the rain.

She said, "I'm so scared," and then, "I don't know what to do," and by the end, she was just sobbing and couldn't even string together complete sentences.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't interrupt, only responding to her repeatedly in a calm and steady voice: "Yes," "I'm here," "Take your time"...

She finally hung up the phone when her voice was hoarse from crying and her phone was so hot she could barely hold it. She felt completely drained.

The alley was damp and cold, and the musty smell from the base of the walls filled her nostrils. Shi Luyu hugged her knees and huddled in a corner, trying to suppress her breathing. Her mind gradually cleared, and she suddenly realized that she had said too much nonsense.

She didn't explain many crucial things clearly. She didn't even specify the location.

She didn't know if Jiajia could understand or realize how serious the situation was.

Fear resurfaced.

She bit her lip, her fingers digging into her palm, wanting to call back, but afraid of disturbing him, and afraid that she would break down again if she opened her mouth.

She hugged her knees tightly, buried her head in her arms, and curled up, but she still couldn't stop trembling. The fear in her heart was still spreading, and she couldn't calm down at all.

In the few seconds she hesitated, car headlights suddenly swept past at the alley entrance.

Unlike a casual stroll by, it clearly stops nearby.

Neon light spilled in from the street corner, casting a long shadow on the damp ground.

Shi Luyu froze instantly, her blood seemingly frozen. Instinctively, she shrank even smaller, pressing her back against the wall, barely daring to breathe.

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

The pace was steady and slow, carrying a certain sense of oppression. The soft thuds as one stepped into the puddles indicated that the visitor was completely indifferent to the darkness and filth of the place.

Shi Luyu's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

She didn't see who it was until the figure disappeared into the dim light at the alley entrance.

—It was Xu Yuanjia.

He walked against the street's dazzling neon lights, the lights flowing past him like a tide, casting a cold, gleaming edge on his shoulders and back.

With broad, straight shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, he strode with clean, crisp steps, his posture sharp and upright, like a blade drawn from chaos and darkness.

In that instant, Shi Luyu almost had the illusion that she had been "saved".

Xu Yuanjia saw her very quickly.

She huddled in the deepest corner of the alley, wrapped only in a bath towel, barefoot, her long hair a mess, her eyes red from crying, looking as disheveled as a kitten by a trash can.

Xu Yuanjia paused noticeably.

He slowly lowered his eyes, a slight smile curving his lips. The smile was faint, hidden in the shadows of the neon lights, imbued with an inexplicable excitement and eccentricity, creating a highly disjointed aura about him.

Both gloomy and gentle.

He didn't speak immediately, but walked closer and half-squatted down in front of her, subtly lowering his posture.

He took off his jacket, still warm from his body, shook it open, and wrapped it around her, covering her trembling shoulders and skin exposed to the night wind.

"Put your clothes on first, so you don't catch a cold." He said softly as he pulled her collar tighter.

As soon as she finished speaking, Shi Luyu's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Before she could even look up and see his expression, she suddenly threw herself into his arms. Her face was buried in his chest, her fingers twisting tightly into the fabric of his shirt until her knuckles turned white.

"Brother Jiajia..." she cried out in despair, her voice so pitiful and fragile that it brought to light all the fear she had suppressed for so long.

Xu Yuanjia was slightly swayed by her bump.

He placed his palm on the back of her head, his fingers running through her wet hair, pressing gently, and then wrapped his other arm around her shoulder, encircling her.

"Alright." He lowered his head, his lips almost touching the top of her head, his voice low, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

He didn't hug her too tightly, just enough to let her know he was there, but without taking advantage of her vulnerability.

Shi Luyu cried so hard her shoulders trembled, her face buried in his chest, refusing to get up, her whole body shaking.

Xu Yuanjia waited until she finished crying before pulling away slightly, gently wiping away the tear stains on her chin with his fingertips. His gaze fell on her reddened eyes and the tip of her nose: "Tell me, what happened?"

Shi Luyu's breathing was erratic, as if she were being torn apart, yet her tears wouldn't stop. She took a deep breath and tried to speak coherently, but her words still broke down.

"I was in Taimai... my first time going to a temple in the mountains..." She choked up, her voice trembling, "I saw them killing people, and then I was discovered... someone, someone was chasing me... I almost died there."

She raised her hand and hastily wiped away her tears, then, regardless of whether he could understand her, she quickened her pace:

"Later...later I went to another night market, I thought it was a night market..." Her lips were pale, "but it turned out to be a black market. They arrested me and locked me in a cage...I really thought I was never coming back..."

She shuddered suddenly as she said this, and the fear returned.

"Tonight, I ran into him again tonight." She almost choked on the words, "That masked guy... they call him Master Jia... I wanted to run, but he was like, like he could grab me at any moment..."

"He just did that to me!..."

She didn't dare to recount every detail of her experience, only summarizing it in the briefest terms. But even so, it was enough for people to understand what she had gone through.

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Xu Yuanjia, her eyes filled with grievance and helplessness, afraid that he would look at her with a different kind of gaze.

She was afraid he would think she was "unclean," "troublesome," or "shameful."

The anxiety was so sharp that it made her throat ache and she felt a lump in her throat.

She didn't notice that after Xu Yuanjia finished listening, the expression on his face gradually darkened, becoming so dark it could crush the darkness.

But there was no disgust in those eyes.

Of course not, because he was the one who started it all.

Actually, he wanted to laugh with smug satisfaction. He lowered his eyes, his fingertips slowly circling around the end of her hair, as if he were playing with a treasure that had finally been confirmed as his.

He raised his hand to touch her face, earnestly coaxing her, "This isn't your fault."

"He's so bad," he cursed himself. "So despicable."

He stared at her, his tone deliberately slow and firm:

"Our Lulu has been wronged, hasn't she?"

"Brother will protect you." His thumb gently brushed away the tear that was about to fall from the corner of her eye.

As he finished speaking, Shi Luyu suddenly felt that there was a very faint, strange smile at the end of his sentence.

It was barely noticeable, as if it were just a fleeting illusion caused by the night breeze.

She paused, momentarily wondering if she had misheard. She was too tired to think about it. A night breeze blew in through the half-open window, causing stray hairs to brush against her brow.

Xu Yuanjia helped her up.

His strong arms pulled her away from the cold corner and the damp shadows. She was still shivering, wrapped in his coat, but she was finally able to stand up straight.

The moment I stepped out of the alley, the neon lights were brighter, and the wind was colder.

Shi Luyu lowered her head and tightened the collar of her coat, but her peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of Xu Yuanjia's forearm.

Her movements suddenly stopped.

He was wearing a T-shirt, and there were several bright red marks on his forearms, as if they had been scratched hard by fingernails. The marks were fresh and glaringly red.

Just like...

Like the scratches she made on "Master Jia" when she was struggling.

Shi Luyu's breathing suddenly stopped, and her heart leaped into her throat.

She looked up at Xu Yuanjia, her lips pale.

"You...your hand...!"