Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Xu Chenglin glanced at the woman on the ground, still wiping his gun. "What are you doing here?"

Shi Luyu tried to stand up, but her arms were weak and she fell back halfway up. She gritted her teeth and tried again, finally managing to kneel up, albeit unsteadily.

Xu Chenglin snorted sarcastically, put down his gun, stood up, and walked towards her, while drawing a gleaming military knife from his waist.

He crouched down and examined the woman closely for the first time: "Could she be deliberately seeking death?"

As he spoke, the sharp tip of the knife flipped between the man's fingers.

Shi Luyu's breathing became increasingly rapid, a heat rising from her chest and burning down to her eyes, making them red. She raised her eyes to glare at Xu Chenglin, her lips trembling, and suddenly she uttered a hoarse curse:

"You bastard...you don't even deserve to be called a man!"

Xu Chenglin was stunned by her scolding.

He clearly hadn't expected that the girl, who was so weak from the drugs that she could barely stand, would still have the energy to curse.

He immediately flew into a rage: "What did you say?!"

Shi Luyu, supporting herself on the ammunition box beside her, stood up despite her trembling legs.

The girl stood ramrod straight, her voice weak yet stubborn and resolute: "You bastard, arresting people arbitrarily, treating human life like a game—"

Halfway through her sentence, Xu Chenglin impatiently moved closer to her.

But surprisingly, he patiently calmed down, raised the knife, and pressed the back of the blade against her cheek. The cool metal brushed against her burning skin, causing Shi Luyu to instinctively flinch.

The blade slowly slid down, grazing her flushed face, and stopped.

Xu Chenglin used the tip of the knife to lift the girl's chin, forcing her to raise her head. Then, with a slight twist of his wrist, the tip of the knife was aimed at her throat.

"You really have a sharp tongue." His tone was a mixture of disdain and curiosity. "My brother actually likes a woman like you?"

The blade pressed against my throat, icy cold.

However, Shi Luyu's mind was clouded by the drug, which made her forget her fear and also forget that the knife could have slit her throat if it had been pushed forward just one more inch.

Her eyes were hazy and her gaze unfocused, but she kept talking.

"You're not allowed to talk about Jiajia-gege like that..." the girl's voice was weak and breathless, "He's a good person, good-looking, excellent in his studies, and approachable..."

Xu Chenglin stopped wielding his knife.

He stared at her, his arrogant expression freezing.

"A good person? Approachable?" His eyelashes widened dramatically as he repeated each word slowly and deliberately, his tone filled with genuine and unpretentious confusion. "Who? Who are you talking about? Xu Yuanjia?"

"Of course it's Brother Jiajia." Shi Luyu felt her eyelids getting heavy, and her body unconsciously leaned forward.

So her fingers instinctively grabbed Xu Chenglin's sleeve, "He would never do this to me..."

The voice grew softer and softer.

It was because, as she was saying these words, images of the hospital suddenly flooded into her mind.

Xu Yuanjia grabbed her by the neck and pressed her onto the hospital bed. His kiss was heavy and urgent, with a tyranny she had never seen before. He said to her, "Who gave you the right to act on your own?" His eyes were so fierce it looked like he wanted to devour her.

And her last words.

I hate you.

Shi Luyu's eyes suddenly reddened. Tears welled up without warning, streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto Xu Chenglin's military knife.

Perhaps she only now understands a little why Xu Yuanjia yelled at her – was it because he was worried he almost died?

Could it be because... that he kissed her so passionately?

He is afraid.

But she herself said she hated him.

How could she say she hates him?

In this world, surrounded by all danger and the unknown, only he appeared before her time and time again...

And she said such harsh words to him.

What to do...

I miss Jiajia so much...

I wonder if I'll ever see him again...

Xu Chenglin looked at the woman in front of him who suddenly started crying and trembling, and felt extremely annoyed.

"What's wrong?" His voice carried a sardonic sarcasm. "Don't you even believe these things yourself?"

Shi Luyu raised her hand and wiped away her tears fiercely. She looked up and glared at him, her eyes red and her nose red as well.

But the stubbornness in her eyes hadn't diminished at all: "No way! You play with women, you're no good! You're nowhere near as good as Jiajia... Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was lifted into the air in the next instant.

Xu Chenglin cursed. He then bent down, put one arm around her waist, and hoisted her onto his shoulder with the other.

"What are you doing! Let me go... you bastard!" Shi Luyu's head was down, blood rushed to her brain, and her already confused consciousness became even more chaotic.

"Let me go!" She pounded on his back, but her fists landed softly on his strong shoulder blades, without any strength.

Xu Chenglin strode to the bed deep inside the tent and threw her down.

Shi Luyu landed on the hard mattress, bounced, and hit the back of her head on the bed frame, the pain making her vision go black. Before she could turn over, Xu Chenglin had already leaned down on her, grabbing her chin with one hand and forcing her to look up at him.

His expression was even more ferocious and furious, his eyes burning with fire, his pupils turning red.

"Do you know what drug you were given?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Shi Luyu was unable to speak because he was gripping her chin; she could only let out muffled sobs.

Xu Chenglin lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe. His breath was hot and heavy, carrying undisguised anger, and some other indescribable emotion:

"Do you know why she let you in?"

He released her chin, straightened up, and looked down at her. She lay on the cot, her long hair spread out on the wrinkled sheets, her face covered in tears, her collar askew from the struggle, revealing a section of her snow-white collarbone.

Xu Chenglin did not give her a chance to answer.

He ripped off his combat slings, leaned down, and his lips landed repeatedly on the side of her neck.

His teeth bit into the thin skin on the side of her neck, sucking hard, venting his anger on her with an almost vengeful force.

"It hurts..." Shi Luyu screamed and pushed his shoulder hard, but he didn't budge. His lips slid from her neck to her collarbone and he bit her again.

"Get away! Don't touch me!" Shi Luyu's voice was shrill and fragmented.

Xu Chenglin looked up at her disheveled state and suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with excitement.

"Didn't you say your brother Jiajia is very capable?"

"Sizzle—"

The sound of fabric being torn exploded in the narrow space, piercing the eardrums.

A cool breeze instantly rushed in, spreading along her skin, and the rough, hot palms made her shudder violently.

The man leaned down and pressed down on her, holding her down with a frighteningly strong grip that left no room for escape.

She tried to back away, but he easily trapped her in place.

He lowered his head, his annoyed voice close to her ear, each word cold and barbed.

"Then I'll let you experience it for yourself right here, with your brother Jiajia."

"Who is more powerful?"