Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu quickly turned her face back to the corner of the wall.

The bathroom quieted down, with only the sounds of two showerheads alternating, one fast and one slow, like two pieces of music with different rhythms overlapping.

The steam grew thicker, and a layer of white mist clung to the glass of the partition, blurring his figure. Shi Luyu's heartbeat gradually calmed down amidst the sound of the water.

"Good boy/girl."

She ignored him.

"Honey, is there enough shower gel?"

Still no response.

"Stone Dew Jade".

She took a deep breath and turned around. The white mist on the partition blocked most of her view; she could only see his blurry outline, the lines of his shoulders, and his arms hanging at his sides. She didn't approach; the mist actually made her feel less nervous.

"That's enough," she said.

"Where's the shampoo?"

That's enough.

"towel?"

"Brother!" Shi Luyu stomped her foot, splashing water that soaked her calves. "Are you going to wash or not?"

Xu Yuanjia laughed from behind the mist. His laughter was deep and husky, revealing a thrilling pleasure. "Go ahead and wash," he said, "but sweetie, you haven't scrubbed my back yet."

"You rub it yourself!"

"Can't reach it."

Shi Luyu clenched the bath towel in her hand, hesitated for a few seconds, but still didn't move. Xu Yuanjia didn't urge her either. The sound of the shower continued, the two of them separated by a fogged-up glass, one on the left and one on the right.

After a long time, his voice came again from behind the fog, much softer than before.

"When we were little, we all washed together like this." His tone was casual, as if he were truly recalling something from a long time ago.

"You sat in the bathtub playing with your little rubber duck while I washed your hair. Your mom even said that your brother Jiajia washed it cleaner than she did."

Shi Luyu was stunned.

She vaguely remembered those scenes... herself as a child sitting in the bathtub, the water reaching her chest, with several plastic ducks floating in front of her.

A young man, not much older than her, stood outside the bathtub, running his fingers through her hair and creating white foam.

She couldn't remember the person's face, but she remembered their hands—the knuckles were distinct, and their movements were very gentle.

"That was when we were kids, at most a pure friendship," she retorted softly.

"Hmm." Xu Yuanjia's voice came from behind the fog, "You know perfectly well that my feelings for you aren't pure right now."

Shi Luyu didn't dare to answer. She turned off the shower, wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel, and stepped out of the bathroom onto the wet floor tiles.

As she passed him, she walked quickly with her head down, like a gentle breeze. A soft laugh came from behind her, and the sound of water continued.

……

Xu Yuanjia came out of the bathroom, his hair dripping wet. Water droplets trickled down his collarbone, leaving a wet trail on his chest, and seeped into the loosely wrapped bath towel around his waist.

As he walked, drying his hair, he saw Shi Luyu sitting cross-legged on the sofa looking at her phone, wearing one of his light blue cotton bathrobes with the collar tied tightly.

He walked over, bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other around her back, and lifted her off the sofa.

Shi Luyu screamed, and her phone slipped from her hand, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, the oversized collar of her nightgown loosening as he moved and slipping down his shoulder.

"Brother! What are you doing now...?"

He took it for granted, saying, "Go to sleep." He placed her in the middle of the bed in the master bedroom and lay down himself.

His arm slipped behind her waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace. Her chest pressed against his, through a thin, loose fabric—

No, she looked down and saw that the ties of her robe had come undone, the neckline was wide open, and the fabric was askew, barely covering anything.

She reached for the blanket, but he pulled it aside first.

"It's cold," she whispered.

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest, their bodies pressed tightly together: "This way you won't be cold."

She pushed his shoulder, pressing her fingers against his bare skin—wet, cool, and carrying the bitter orange scent of shower gel.

She pulled her hand back as if she had been burned.

"What's there to be shy about?" he said. "My brother isn't wearing any clothes either."

Shi Luyu's eyes widened.

He felt the towel that should have been wrapped around his waist inside the blanket had slipped off and disappeared somewhere.

Instead, it is... a straightforward, honest, and uncompromising masculine touch.

The feeling was too... too obvious. She didn't dare look down, her gaze fixed on his collarbone and above.

His eyelashes still had water droplets clinging to them; with a blink, the droplets shattered in her sight.

She struggled to turn her back, but his chest pressed against hers, then against her back, fitting her perfectly.

She curled up, and he wrapped her completely in his arms, like a taut net catching a slippery fish.

Her toes touched his calf, felt cold, and flinched, then touched it again, and flinched again. He relentlessly pursued her like this, not letting her escape.

"Brother, you said you would respect me." Her voice was muffled by the pillow.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you." His voice came from behind her ear, low and languid, as if he had just taken a shower. "Just for a little while."

The back of her head pressed against his collarbone, and she could feel the rhythm of his Adam's apple bobbing.

Her tense body gradually softened in his warmth, like a piece of chocolate placed next to a radiator, melting from the edges until it lost its shape.

"Good boy/girl."

"..."

"Good boy/girl."

"……what."

"Your heart is beating so fast."

She reached up and covered her chest; through the fabric of her robe, her heart pounded back in her palm, thumping loudly. He placed his hand on top of hers, pressing it back into place.

"My brother's is fast too," he said.

She felt his heartbeat pulsating down her back, steady and strong, much slower than hers. Her fingers curled slightly beneath the back of his hand, her nails gently scraping against it. He didn't flinch; instead, he tightened his grip on her hand.

"When we were little," he said, deliberately softening his breathing, "we slept like this too."

The night breeze squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains, feeling cool and refreshing.

A long time passed, so long that her consciousness began to fade, and she heard his soft laughter:

"Good boy/girl."

"Um……"

"I really only hugged him for a little while, and he praised me, huh?"

She muttered, "You said you'd only hug me for a little while."

He said softly, "I was just kidding you."

But now, just holding him like this, my heart finds peace and tranquility.

He has lived to this day and can't recall any moments of such peace in his life.

His hand gently patted her, and she drifted into a warm dream...

She was asleep. Xu Yuanjia's phone vibrated for the third time on the bedside table before he reached for it.

The screen's brightness was blinding, so he turned to the side, shielding himself from the light source, and held the phone close to his ear without speaking.

Zhou Ji reported the matter in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing something that shouldn't be disturbed: "Master, the old master sent someone to see you and asked you to go back. He said that Miss Lin Wanqing's family has caused trouble, and he wants you to go back to be punished and give the Lin family an explanation."

Xu Yuanjia yawned, so bored he didn't even cover his mouth: "I have no interest in explaining operations to useless people. If you report this kind of thing again, don't bother doing it again."

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, then spoke again with an unusual hesitation: "This time is different, sir."

"The old man sent someone to deliver a message saying that if you don't come back, he will send someone... to kill the young girl next to you."

Xu Yuanjia looked down at Shi Luyu, who was sleeping in his arms. Her eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow in the moonlight, her lips were slightly parted, her breathing was light and slow, and she was sleeping without any guard.

His fingers moved from her waist to the back of her head, gently pressing down, his palm covering half of her ear, afraid that the sound from the phone would disturb her dreams.

Then, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"The old man's tired of living, let him take over."

"Perfect, I'll bury him too."