Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

"Okay... alright," she said.

Shi Luyu was dazed when he held her in his arms, turned her around, and pressed her back against his chest.

The warehouse lights were dim, and moonlight leaked in through the vents, the two lights overlapping on her closed eyelids, flickering uncertainly.

His fingers fell down, Shi Luyu's body tensed, and then a slow, irresistible invasion began.

"Well……"

Consciousness became very light in that instant.

It was as if he was floating in mid-air, looking down at the two intertwined figures in the warehouse.

Moonlight, dust, the rusty seams of the tin roof. Her breath was being pulled by something, sometimes rapid, sometimes stagnant.

She heard her own voice coming from afar, damp and incredibly soft: "Brother...no more..."

That hand didn't stop.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, and he said something she couldn't hear; the words were shattered by her rapid breathing.

Like a wet garment being slowly wrung out, water droplets seep through the gaps in the fibers.

She tried to push him away, placing her fingers on his wrist, but she couldn't muster any strength.

It's not that I don't want to, it's just that the moon tonight has been teased by the wind for too long, and the warm waters of the Chao Phraya River have rippled outwards, making even the ripples soft for him.

Who can push it away?

Who would be willing to push it away?

In the end, he didn't even have the strength to clench his fist, and could only let the wind and moon blow the river.

From the monitor screen, Xu Yuanjia's figure completely blocked Shi Luyu's view.

Only his back was visible, the black fabric of his clothes and the outline of his shoulder blades. Her fingers hung down from his shoulders, their fingertips gleaming white like moonlight. He was impeccably dressed, showing no signs of anything amiss.

Only occasionally, a short, broken sob could be heard from the direction of her face, which was buried in the shadows.

Shi Luyu didn't know what was wrong with her.

A day is too long... The gun barrel in the abandoned theater, Xu Chenglin's provocation, Lin Wanqing's revelation, Jia Ye's mask, the choice between two options, and that kiss that just made her breathless.

All the nerves that had been strained all day were now being loosened, loosened, loosened one by one by his fingers.

When a string that has been stretched for too long suddenly snaps, there is no pain; instead, it gives her an extreme weightless fall, like bungee jumping.

Exciting and dangerous

Consciousness shattered into dust during that long adventure.

Xu Yuanjia smiled and wiped his hands on the hem of her dress.

Shi Luyu leaned against him, her eyes half-closed, her eyelashes wet, her voice soft and muffled, a mixture of drowsiness and shame: "Brother... don't wipe it on my clothes..."

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the top of her head, his voice soft and gentle, as if soothing a sleepless little one:

"Whose is it? You think it's dirty?"

Shi Luyu buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled by his clothes: "Dislike..."

Xu Yuanjia smiled, the rhythm of his chest vibrations reaching her ears. "I know, brother will help my little darling with the laundry."

She wanted to ask if the door was open and if they could get out.

But her eyelids were too heavy; she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth. Her consciousness sank to the last syllable of "washing clothes," sinking into a dreamless darkness.

……

When she opened her eyes again, all she saw was the ceiling.

The room was white and tall, with warm yellow spotlights embedded in it; the light was bright but not glaring. The sheets beneath me were silk, cool and soft against my skin, and the blankets were fluffy, like a cloud.

She realized that she was not wearing anything.

Shi Luyu sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping off her shoulders and revealing a large expanse of bare skin. In a panic, she pulled the blanket up to cover her chest and looked around.

This is an unfamiliar hotel suite. The floor-to-ceiling windows are drawn with sheer curtains, and the sunlight streaming in makes the whole room warm and bright.

The bathroom door was open, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

Xu Yuanjia stood in front of the sink, shirtless, his pants hanging loosely on his hips, revealing the edge of his black CK underwear.

His muscles narrowed from his shoulders to his waist, and in his hand, he was rubbing a small piece of white fabric with delicate lace trim.

...It's her underwear?!

His expression was focused and serious, as if he were handling a precious work of art, and there was even a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

"Ah!!" Shi Luyu screamed.

Xu Yuanjia looked up and glanced at her in the mirror, her hands continuing their work. The water flowed over the small piece of fabric, creating fine bubbles.

Shi Luyu's face flushed crimson, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the blanket. She opened her mouth, her voice shrill and urgent, "Brother! What's going on! Have we come out yet?"

"Okay, sweetie. You're out."

His voice was casual and languid, mixed with an air of nonchalance that made one's teeth itch, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Xu Yuanjia wrung out the cloth in his hand, shook it, and draped it over the towel rack next to the sink. He turned around, leaned against the edge of the sink, crossed his arms, and tilted his head to look at her.

Her bare upper body was clearly defined in the morning light, and there was still a little water droplet clinging to her collarbone.

He said, "My brother is very comfortable."

Shi Luyu averted her gaze in a panic: "Then how come we're staying at a hotel together?"

"Isn't it normal for us to stay at a hotel together?"

He moved closer, kneeling on the mattress and leaning down to whisper, "Want to review what happened with your brother last night?"