Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

The little rabbit brought him quite a surprise today.

well.

great.

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes to look at the gun barrel pressed against him, his eyes showing no sign of tension from being threatened, but rather a hint of interest slowly rising up.

The gun was his, and he taught her the proper grip. Even the slight downward angle of her wrist when she held the gun was corrected by him personally.

The little girl learned quickly; she turned around and pointed the gun at the teacher.

Shi Luyu gripped the gun tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the effort. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up inside, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She was actually terrified.

That fear was hidden in her slightly trembling eyelashes, in her rising and falling breaths; she pressed her lips together until they turned white. But she refused to back down, like a small animal cornered in a corner, its fur standing on end, still reaching out its tender claws to scratch him.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her, his gaze behind the mask growing increasingly profound.

He was very pleased with her appearance. She hated him, feared him, yet dared to defy him. Even though she was so frightened she was almost in tears, she still gritted her teeth and asked for an answer.

"Who...are you?"

The stage was so quiet that only the sound of the wind passing through the tattered curtain could be heard.

Moonlight streamed through a hole in the theater roof, falling on the black eagle mask on the man's face, making it appear cold, sharp, sinister, and eerie.

Jia Ye half-squatted in front of her, the gun barrel almost touching her, but he slowly smiled.

The laughter escaped softly from behind the mask, as light as a breeze, yet it sent a chill down one's spine for no apparent reason.

Beneath the mask, the man's thin, pale red lips curved into a lazy smile, his voice languid: "If you're sure you can handle it..."

He paused intentionally at this point, then raised his hand, his long, slender, pale fingers touching the black eagle mask on his face, his palm gripping the edge.

Shi Luyu's breathing suddenly stopped.

She stared intently at the man in front of her.

All the sounds around seemed to have been sucked out.

The man's movements were slow and deliberate, even carrying a kind of nasty composure.

He knew she was afraid, knew she was being pushed to the brink of collapse, yet he deliberately dragged out the process, leaving all her fears, doubts, and expectations hanging in the air.

She was the one pointing a gun at him, yet he acted like the dealer at a card table, dictating the wins and losses.

The man's eyes were slightly droopy, his posture was casual, yet he exuded a sense of superiority, as if he had complete control over the situation.

Shi Luyu's hands trembled even more violently.

However, just a second before the mask was to be lifted—

"Lulu!" A hurried voice suddenly broke the dead silence of the theater.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled thud came from the doorway.

The tall guard was suddenly shoved aside, staggering back several steps, his shoulder hitting the mottled wall and shaking off a layer of dust.

Xu Jia rushed in.

He had clearly run all the way here; his white shirt was a little disheveled, and his usually gentle and refined face was now pale and tense, with anxiety in his eyes.

His gaze swept quickly across the stage, and when he saw her slumped to the ground, still clutching a gun, his expression instantly changed.

Shi Luyu turned her head sharply, "Assistant Xu?"

She was stunned; the teaching assistant Xu she knew was never someone who lost control like this.

"What are you doing—"

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Jia rushed onto the stage, grabbed her wrist, and gave her almost no time to react.

"Come with me, Lulu."

"We can't stay here."

Shi Luyu's mind was completely blank.

She was just waiting for Jia Ye to take off his mask, waiting for the answer she feared most to fall. But Xu Jia suddenly appeared, like a stone thrown into water, stirring up everything that was about to surface.

Xu Jia dragged her outside.

Her skirt brushed against the dusty stage, and before she could even put down the gun in her hand, she staggered and followed him out of the abandoned theater.

As she ran down the dance steps, she even glanced back.

On the stage, Jia Ye was still squatting there.

His fingers were still gripping the edge of the mask. Moonlight fell on his shoulders, casting a somber and eerie glow on his black robe.

He didn't order anyone to stop them, and slowly raised his eyes to look in the direction the two had left.

The look in his eyes behind the mask grew colder and colder.

……

The two ran all the way to the courtyard outside the abandoned theater.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, a half-collapsed stone lion was piled up in the corner, and several old street lamps had long since broken. Only the faint neon lights from the distant street corner slanted in.

Shi Luyu stopped breathing, her heart still pounding.

She grabbed onto a rusty iron railing, trying to steady her breathing. The cold, rough touch of her palm against the rust finally gave her a sense of reality.

The night breeze swept through the courtyard, ruffling her disheveled hair.

The suffocating feeling of being on the verge of the truth still lingered in her chest; for a moment, she couldn't even tell if she had escaped. Instinctively, she asked:

"Teaching Assistant Xu, what brings you here?"

Xu Jia's tense expression relaxed slightly after confirming that she was not obviously injured.

He still frowned, but tried to keep his tone as soft as possible, "Someone sent me an anonymous message."

Shi Luyu was stunned: "An anonymous message?"

"Hmm." Xu Jia took out his phone, and on the screen was a text message from an unknown number.

Shi Luyu was taken to an abandoned theater in the old town by Master Jia's men. If it got any later, she wouldn't be able to get out.

The positioning is attached below.

Xu Jia said in a low voice, "I don't know who posted it, or if it's true or false. But I know what kind of person Master Jia is, and I can't just watch you get into trouble."

Shi Luyu looked at the text message and felt a chill creep down her spine.

Who is it?

Who knew she was coming to see Master Jia tonight?

Many possibilities flashed through her mind, but she couldn't grasp any of them.

Xu Jia saw that she was still holding a gun, his expression changed, and he immediately reached out and took the gun from her hand.

"Lulu." His voice was unusually serious.

"Never act impulsively under any circumstances."

Shi Luyu was as if she had been dragged awake from a dream. She looked down at her empty hand and remembered that she had actually pointed a gun at Master Jia just now. She had even almost pulled the trigger.

A wave of fear surged up from the soles of her feet. Her fingertips were icy cold, and she froze, her voice becoming soft.

"I just..." she couldn't finish her sentence.

If Master Jia really wanted to kill her, even if she had a gun, it might not be of any use.

Xu Jia put away his gun and stood in front of her.

He didn't blame her, but simply said in a low voice, "Let's leave here first."

"They won't let you go any later."

……

Inside the theater.

Xu Yuanjia slowly stood up. His hand hung down from the edge of the mask, and the hem of his black robe swayed gently with the movement.

The moonlight in the old theater was cold, and when it fell on him, it seemed to be dimmed by the gloom.

He did indeed intend to remove his mask.

He was pleased with the little rabbit today.

They dared to steal guns, dared to use what he taught them to turn the tables on him, and dared to question him with tears in their eyes about who he was.

At this point in the game, it didn't matter to him whether the cards were revealed or not.

Xu Yuanjia was even somewhat looking forward to seeing her expression when she saw his face.

Whether it's fear or collapse.

It doesn't matter what you feel—hatred, resentment, tears, or condemnation.

They were all very interesting.

The more the little rabbit cried and struggled, the more cornered she became, the more he wanted to take her back into his arms, coax her inch by inch, and then break her little by little.

But Xu Jia barged in.

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes, the smile on his lips cold and mocking.

It's such an eyesore.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against the edge of the mask, a sinister yet exhilarating killing intent flashing in his eyes.