Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu looked down at herself, a huge sense of shame exploding in her chest.

She turned her back to him, her movement so sudden that the chair slid backward. She gripped her collar tightly with both hands to cover the bruises, but her hands were trembling and she couldn't hold on properly.

"Brother, don't look..." Her voice trembled, choked with sobs, "And don't ask me anymore..."

Xu Yuanjia stood up from his chair.

He took two steps closer, reached out his arm, and wrapped it around her from behind, his hand landing on her waist. His fingers slightly closed, pulling her into his embrace.

Her back pressed against his chest, and the warmth of his body emanated from her through the thin fabric of her clothes.

His chin rested on the crook of her shoulder, his voice coming from behind her ear—deep, gentle, and with an irresistible patience:

"You hate these things?"

Shi Luyu's tears flowed again. She bit her lip, her voice breaking into fragments: "I...I even hate myself now."

As she said this, images flashed through her mind... a cage in the dark, the panting of a wild beast, the burning body of that man pressing down on her.

If Jiajia hadn't suddenly appeared, she might have even considered just dying.

Xu Yuanjia tightened his arms a little, and his five fingers gripping her waist exerted a slight pressure.

"It's okay." His voice was very soft, as if he were speaking sweet nothings only to her. "Don't be afraid, don't hate yourself."

He paused.

"Brother will help you cover up these... traces you hate."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and placed his thin lips directly on the bright red kiss mark on her shoulder.

Shi Luyu was stunned.

She felt his lips, soft and slightly cool, pressed against her bruised skin.

The touch was so light, like a feather falling on the water, but the places he touched felt like they were on fire.

Her pale, bloodless lips parted slightly, her moth-like eyelashes trembled involuntarily, and she uttered a barely audible murmur: "Brother...you..."

Xu Yuanjia remained silent.

His lips moved slowly from her shoulder, kissing the edge of the teeth mark on her collarbone, and then up the curve of her neck.

Shi Luyu couldn't see his expression.

If she could see, she would find there was no tenderness in those eyes.

His dark pupils were filled with a strong sense of mockery.

Like a snake lurking in the shadows, slowly flicking its tongue, watching its prey stretch out its body defenselessly under its gaze.

His damp, maliciously amused gaze contrasted sharply with his gentle movements, creating a chilling effect.

However, the stone-like jade is not visible.

She was a little dazed from his kiss.

My mind is a complete mess.

From the day she arrived in Taimai, everything spiraled out of control, like a train derailing. But every time it went off track, it was Jiajia's brother who pulled her back.

And now? She's locked in a secret room, her body covered in marks left by another man, so wretched that she despises herself.

But then he came. He somehow found this underground passage and appeared before her when she was at her lowest point.

Like a beam of light.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in a place in her heart that had always been tightly closed.

A burning emotion, making one want to both cry and laugh, surged through that crack.

But just as the gap widened to the point of engulfing her, another memory surged in.

Darkness, scorching heat, a heavy weight. The stinging pain in my knees as I knelt on the carpet, the man's body pressing down on me, my torn clothes.

Her body had been touched by another person, and more than once.

She's dirty.

Shi Luyu suddenly awoke from her daze and pushed against his chest with both hands. Her strength was not great, it could not even be called a struggle, it was just an instinctive attempt to create some distance.

"Brother, don't kiss me..." Her voice trembled. "I'm dirty..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Yuanjia's arm tightened suddenly, pulling her back. He cupped her face in one hand, his thumb pressing against the edge of her chin, applying slight pressure to force her to look up at him.

The eyebrows are slightly raised.

"Lulu isn't dirty."

He said this with such certainty that it was unbelievable, as if he were stating a fact that didn't need any proof.

Then he lowered his head.

Shi Luyu felt his tongue lick the beginning of the winding bloodstain on her collarbone, slowly and carefully swirling the bloodstains into his mouth, following the path of the blood droplets.

Her fingers gripped his sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white. She tried to push him away, but the hand that was cupping her face remained motionless.

Her body trembled as he let his tongue trace every inch of the scars on her collarbone, licking away the marks that belonged to "another person"—in reality, his own—until they were completely clean.

Finally, he straightened up.

There was still a trace of her blood on his lips, which he casually wiped away with his thumb.

Then he bent down and picked her up from the ground. Shi Luyu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, curling up in his embrace, as light as a leaf blown away by the wind.

He carried her to the sofa and sat down.

The sofa was a single-seater, and he already took up most of the space when he sat down. He pulled her to sit sideways on his lap, one hand firmly around her waist, the other reaching for the ointment on the table.

Shi Luyu sat on his lap, completely exhausted. After a whole night of tossing and turning, her nerves had been stretched for too long, and now she suddenly relaxed, overwhelmed by a wave of drowsiness.

She snuggled closer to him, her eyes half-closed, her voice muffled and languid: "Brother Jiajia... you're hurt, sit here."

As she spoke, she began to slide off his lap.

Xu Yuanjia did not loosen his grip on her waist.

"Don't move," he said, applying slight pressure to press her back onto his lap. "Let me hold you for a while."

His chin rested on her head, and he squeezed ointment onto his fingertips, groping to apply it to the bruises on her arm. The cool ointment touched her skin, and Shi Luyu hissed softly, but did not flinch.

She leaned against his chest and heard his steady, strong heartbeat.

Xu Yuanjia looked down at the person curled up in his arms, slowly rubbing the ointment between his fingertips onto the bruises on her arm.

"Once you've recovered," he said, his voice low but steady as a wedge driven into a wall, "I'll take you away."

The room fell silent.

Their breaths mingled, and Shi Luyu stared wide-eyed at his perfect jawline, wide awake.

"Can't sleep?" he asked.

Shi Luyu nodded and gave a muffled "hmm".

Xu Yuanjia held her with one arm, and with the other hand reached for the remote control on the table next to him, casually turning on the TV on the wall:

"Let's watch TV together for a while."

The moment the screen lit up, the silence in the room was shattered by a series of rapid breaths. The two people on the screen were entangled together, their actions so intense and undisguised.

Shi Luyu's blood rushed to her head, her face flushing red from her neck to her ears, burning hot enough to fry an egg. Startled, she looked down, her forehead bumping into his chest: "Brother! What is this?!"

Xu Yuanjia's hand holding the remote control froze in mid-air.

The couple on the screen continued their performance, their voices rising and falling. His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even turn off the TV immediately.

He mentally scrutinized Zhou Ji's name three times.

That kid really wants to die.