Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu thought he would make a fuss for a while longer, but soon she heard even breathing behind her. His arm was still on her waist, heavy with weight, and his breathing brushed past her ear, gradually becoming long and steady.

She really fell asleep.

Her tense body slowly relaxed, she closed her eyes, found a comfortable position in his arms, and drifted off to sleep in a daze.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daylight.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin golden line on the floor.

The spot next to her was empty; the blanket was partially lifted, still warm. Shi Luyu reached out and touched the sheet.

She suddenly heard the sound of water. The bathroom door was ajar, and light was leaking through the crack.

Shi Luyu sat up, her hair disheveled, her eyes not fully open. She glanced groggily at the head of the bed, where Xu Yuanjia's clothes lay scattered. She instinctively picked them up and threw them into the washing machine.

The sound of water stopped.

The bathroom door opened, and a rush of hot air poured out, the white steam swirling around the doorway a few times before dissipating.

Xu Yuanjia came out.

He was only wearing a bath towel, which hung just around his waist, revealing a large area of ​​skin that was slightly red from being steamed by the hot water.

Her hair was still dripping wet, water droplets sliding down the ends, along her collarbone, and down the muscle lines of her chest. Her shoulders were broad, her waist narrow, and the lines of her abdominal muscles were clearly defined; her V-line tucked diagonally into the edge of the towel from her waist.

Shi Luyu looked up and froze.

She was still clutching his T-shirt in her hand, her mouth agape, her eyes wide open, and her face flushed red from the base of her neck to her forehead.

Xu Yuanjia dried his hair with a towel, glanced at her, and asked with an innocent and natural expression, "What are you looking at, sweetie?"

Shi Luyu suddenly raised her hand to cover her eyes, her voice trembling: "Why didn't you wear any clothes when you came out!"

Xu Yuanjia glanced down at himself and said matter-of-factly, "I wore it."

"That's not called wearing clothes!"

He approached step by step, his bare feet making almost no sound on the floor, yet Shi Luyu could see his shadow getting closer and closer through her fingers. He stopped in front of her, looking down at her, the water droplets from his hair dripping onto the back of her hand, cool and refreshing.

"Then get it for me," he said.

Shi Luyu, with her eyes closed, frantically rummaged through the chair next to her. She grabbed a neatly folded piece of clothing and shoved it into his arms. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was her own oversized T-shirt, off-white, with a cartoon rabbit printed on the chest, its ears drooping, and its expression blank.

Xu Yuanjia picked up the garment, held it up to his eyes, and slowly curved his lips into a smile:

"You want to see your brother wear this?"

His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a knowing smile. Shi Luyu snatched her clothes back, her ears burning red. As she looked down, her gaze inadvertently swept over his body…

He has many scars on his body.

So many scars.

Below the collarbone is a long, diagonal old wound, now a thin white line, but its length and location indicate that the injury was quite severe. There are several wounds of varying sizes on the side of the ribs; some are neat cuts made by a sharp instrument, while others are irregular lacerations.

There was a palm-sized patch of skin on the shoulder blade that was noticeably lighter in color than the surrounding skin, as if it had been extensively burned by something.

Xu Yuanjia noticed her gaze, glanced down at the scars on his body, and said casually, "Doing business here, you're bound to run into some trouble. I was attacked a couple of years ago, but I was lucky to survive."

Shi Luyu remained silent.

She remembered Xu Chenglin's words. She remembered him saying, "Xu Yuanjia even treated his own younger brother—"

The unfinished sentence. She stared at the longest scar on his rib, feeling as if a needle had been gently pricked in her heart.

She wanted to examine the scars closely, to see the shape and location of each wound. As she reached out, her fingertips almost touching the thin white line below his collarbone, Xu Yuanjia covered her eyes with his hand.

"Little pervert." His voice, tinged with laughter, descended deeply from above her head, "Staring at your brother's body so early in the morning?"

He pushed and spun Shi Luyu into the bathroom.

The door closed behind her, and she heard him say through the door, "Take a good shower and don't think about anything else."

She stood in the bathroom, hot water cascading from the showerhead, steam rising again. She looked down at the bruises on her wrist left by Xu Chenglin, her mind filled with the scars she had just seen.

Were those injuries really just from an attack while doing business?

……

When Shi Luyu came out after taking a shower, Xu Yuanjia had already changed his clothes.

He was wearing a T-shirt and pants, and the bandage on his right leg had been changed; everything was dry and clean, showing no signs of anything amiss. He stood on the balcony, leaning against the doorframe, drinking water from her glass, his posture as relaxed as if he were in his own home.

Her freshly washed clothes were hanging on the balcony. A white shirt, a light-colored skirt, and a few small pieces of underwear were hanging on the innermost clothes rack, covered by other clothes, but still visible.

Shi Luyu walked out, drying her hair, and followed his gaze.

Her face turned bright red instantly.

She rushed over, grabbed the few small pieces of clothing at the very back, tore them off the clothes rack, crumpled them up, and hid them behind her back. Her movements were so fast that the clothes rack fell to the ground and bounced twice, making a crisp sound.

Xu Yuanjia tilted his head to look at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "What are you hiding?"

Shi Luyu put the hand behind her back and glared at him: "Brother, you're not allowed to look."

Xu Yuanjia took a sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing, and spoke in a flat tone as if he were saying that the sun had risen in the east that day: "I've already seen it."

"Xu Yuanjia!"

"I won't call you brother anymore." He tilted his head, his gaze slowly moving from her flushed face to the hand she was hiding behind her back, then back again. "Pretty cute."

Enraged, Shi Luyu grabbed a clothes hanger from the nearby rack and swung it at him. The plastic hanger arced through the air, but before it could touch his shoulder, he caught it. Holding the other end of the hanger, he gently pulled, dragging both the hanger and Shi Luyu into his arms.

She bumped into his chest, looked up, and his face was right in front of her.

"It's time to go to class." He lowered his voice, so low that only she could hear him. "I'll help you get dressed."

Shi Luyu's eyes widened: "What?"

Before he finished speaking, his hand had already reached her waist and pinched the hem of her nightgown.

The air was cool to the skin on her waist, and she cried out in surprise, pressing her hand tightly against his.

But her strength was no match for his.

His fingertips pressed against the edge of the button, slowly moving it in half an inch, his tone smiling, yet leaving no room for argument.

"Sweetie, don't move, let me change you."