Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu's heart sank lower and lower.

The musty smell in the alley was pungent, and the dim yellow light of the streetlights reflected the lingering fear on her body, which, together with the fresh red marks on Xu Yuanjia's forearm, made her head buzz.

She didn't know which character "jia" in "嘉爷" was, but the pronunciation was the same.

What if… what if?! She dared not think about it further, what connection did her Jiajia brother have with that terrifying and wicked devil…

Reason told her it was absurd, but fear always found a way in: What if? What if that person was him? What if the arm she had just scratched was the one right in front of her?

Shi Luyu stared intently at the red marks, her mind replaying the scene of being forced into darkness and having her breath suffocated. But the more she thought about it, the more confused she became, like a small pond being forcibly stirred into muddy water.

She couldn't even remember what clothes the other person was wearing at the time, nor could she recall whether the wrist bone that was exposed when the person raised their hand had the same lines as Jiajia's brother.

The more she thought about it, the colder she felt, and her fingertips began to go numb.

Xu Yuanjia merely glanced at his arm, as if he had already seen through her panic.

He twitched his eyebrows slightly, his expression remaining calm, and suddenly bent down and picked her up in his arms.

The movements were calm and steady, tender and protective, as if holding a light, fluffy feather.

"I got a scratch from playing ball." He said nonchalantly, "It's nothing."

Shi Luyu, who had been trembling violently, felt a strange relief as he wrapped her in his coat and held her in his arms.

His body temperature was warm.

His arms were very steady.

It was as if she could be protected by her brother simply by shrinking in.

This illusion of "complete safety" finally eased her nerves, which were stretched to the limit, but a trace of doubt still lingered like a needle.

She trembled as she extended her soft, delicate fingers, her fingertips shaking as she gently touched the red mark on his forearm, and murmured, "Brother..."

Her voice was cautious, so soft it was almost inaudible: "...Are you really my Jiajia brother?"

Xu Yuanjia paused for half a second, then chuckled softly.

He cradled her legs with one arm, a baby-holding position, but effortlessly. With his other hand, he gently wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyelashes, his tone both affectionate and teasing:

"Silly girl, if it weren't for your brother Jiajia, whose arms would you cry in?"

He said it so naturally.

They completely faked the fact that they had grown up together and took it for granted.

Shi Luyu grasped his fingers with both hands; her fingertips were icy cold, yet she clung tightly to his finger bones, as if she had grasped the last rope that could save her life.

The man before her was radiant and powerful, with a warm and resolute gaze. He was completely unlike the damp, terrifying, and suffocating shadow she had just witnessed.

Her doubts were dispelled by the warmth.

Shi Luyu pursed her lips, her voice trembling, "Brother... I'm sorry, I don't know what to do now."

Xu Yuanjia carried her out, his steps unhurried, as if he could steadily take her away from a nightmare.

"Didn't I tell you your brother would protect you?" he coaxed softly. "Don't you trust your brother?"

Shi Luyu shook her head softly, as if she were whimpering: "It's not that I don't believe it..."

She didn't dare.

She was afraid of dragging him down with her, afraid he would offend those local bullies, afraid he would act tough for her sake and end up in an even worse situation.

Little did she know that her "Brother Jiajia" was actually the snake.

Xu Yuanjia understood the unspoken worry in her voice, and his tone softened slightly: "I understand."

He glanced at her sideways, then changed the subject, casually picking out another thorn in her heart.

"You're still angry with me because of what happened today, aren't you?" After saying that, he suddenly bent down and squatted down, placing her steadily in his arms, and looked up at her.

The streetlights shone into his eyes, making them appear as clear and bright as glass, almost unnaturally beautiful. Yet, the tone of his voice was excessively frank:

"It's my fault, I apologize."

Shi Luyu was stunned: "What happened today...?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized he was referring to the person outside the stadium... that overly forceful and completely unreasonable person who had forcibly kissed her.

Her face flushed instantly, and the rest of her sentence stuck in her throat, impossible to utter.

"You remembered?" Xu Yuanjia smiled, amused by her reaction. "I was too hasty. I shouldn't have been so disrespectful to you."

He lowered his voice further, as if to show weakness:

"From now on, I'll ask for your opinion before I do anything, okay?"

This sounds like someone is genuinely trying to comfort you.

But a fleeting, dark glint flashed in his eyes, a secret, curious excitement silently sinking into the abyss, only to be perfectly suppressed by his gentleness.

Shi Luyu did not see it.

She only remembered the humiliation and fear of being tormented to the point of suffocation by nightmares, and the despair brought by the masked man. In contrast, Xu Yuanjia squatted in front of her, looked up, and sincerely apologized, saying, "I will ask for your opinion first in the future."

Like an untimely but life-saving ray of light.

Her heart softened immediately.

She raised her hand to hug his neck, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and made a very soft "mmm" sound.

Xu Yuanjia's lips curved into a satisfied smile.

We caught a rabbit!

"Good girl." He raised his hand and patted her back, his voice softening. "Brother will take you home."

He carried her to the car.

A sharply styled supercar was parked by the roadside, its doors rising silently like a pair of black wings slowly unfolding. Xu Yuanjia bent down, placed her in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt, gently pressing his fingertips on the buckle, his movements as delicate as if he were taking care of a child.

After the car started moving, he turned to her and asked, "Have you eaten? What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

Shi Luyu leaned back in her chair, her eyes still a little red and her nose stinging. She hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"I want to eat the fried rice my brother makes for me."

She looked up at him, her eyes carrying a hint of long-lost dependence.

"Like when we were kids."

The car was silent for a few seconds.

Xu Yuanjia's fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

He can shoot, he can go off-road, he can calculate the most complex models, and he can dismantle and crush people's hearts in the most chaotic situations; he is familiar with power, the life and death of those who lick blood from the blade, and he is familiar with every gap between interests and rules.

But he can't cook.

He never wasted time on pots and pans.

Shi Luyu looked at him with a hopeful gaze, like a little rabbit waiting for a promise that "brother will grant your wish."

Xu Yuanjia glanced at her, his tongue slowly pressing against the roof of his mouth. For the first time in his life, this man experienced the feeling of being forced to endure.

—Who told him to replace Xu Jia and play the damned childhood sweetheart brother?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine."

"I'll make it for you, brother."