Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Xu Yuanjia turned on the light.

The warm white light in the dressing room poured down from above, casting long shadows of the two people.

Shi Luyu squatted on the ground, looking up at Xu Yuanjia standing in front of her. He was only wearing a bath towel around his waist, and the water droplets had not yet dried, the trails of water outlining his sexy abs.

The man's nose was red from where she had bumped into him.

But the dangerous glint in those eyes was even more captivating.

She suddenly realized that this man was different from usual.

Jiajia, the brother who could act cute, play the victim, and pout while saying "Brother is sad," seems to have disappeared.

Xu Yuanjia sat down on the small sofa in the center of the dressing room. His long legs were crossed, the hem of a bath towel hanging to one side, revealing his knees and part of his thigh.

He sank into the sofa, leaning lazily against the backrest.

Raise your hand, bring your index and middle fingers together, and beckon them towards her:

"come over."

Shi Luyu squatted beside the cabinet, not moving. He didn't urge her, his fingertips slowly lowered, resting on the sofa armrest, tapping it lightly.

The walk-in closet was so quiet that only the sound of his fingertips tapping on the leather could be heard, dull and rhythmic, like a countdown.

"Have I not said," his voice was like nails, piercing the air one by one, "that I hate being ambushed?"

Shi Luyu shrank her neck.

"However, I'm magnanimous." A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, his eyes narrowing, the smile lingering on his lips, neither fully expressed nor suppressed.

"You choose one. Either let your brother punish you, or you take the initiative to coax your brother until he's satisfied."

Even the way he spoke felt vaguely familiar to her.

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...

He didn't say anything more. The man on the sofa fell silent, his gaze fixed on her face, making her skin burn.

The edge of the bath towel hung below his knees, swaying gently in the cool air from the dressing room's air conditioner.

Her back pressed against the bottom of the wardrobe, the coolness seeping in through her clothes.

After hesitating for a moment, she moved closer, reached out, and her fingertips touched a corner of the towel hanging below his knees, then gently lifted it.

The gunshot scar on the man's thigh was revealed; the new skin was light pink with jagged edges, like a centipede crawling on his pale skin.

Her finger hovered over the scar, not saying what she would choose, but her actions had already made their decision.

"Brother," she said softly, her voice clearing slightly as the drunkenness subsided, "it was because of me that he was injured."

She lowered her head and pressed her lips to the scar.

It started with a light, fleeting touch, then covered her entire soft lips with it, lingering for a few seconds.

Her tongue swept from the beginning of the scar, slowly and carefully moving along the pink, raised lines of the scar.

His fingers ran through her hair, not with force, but out of a desire to control.

She heard his breathing change rhythm, from steady to slow and heavy.

The fingers that were touching her hair were tightening slightly, as if they were enduring something, as if they were confirming something.

"I also feel sorry for my brother." Her voice was muffled beside his leg, soft as a ball of cotton.

He lowered his head, the edge of the towel brushing against her cheek. He pulled his fingers out of her hair, cupped her chin, and lifted her face.

She saw his Adam's apple bob, and the redness in his eyes spread from the corners of his eyes to the depths of his pupils, like a burning sea of ​​fire.

"That's enough." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

She suddenly felt like she had won.

She said "I feel sorry for you," and he gave in.

Xu Yuanjia pulled her up from the ground. "Go to sleep," he said, his eyes still red. "You have class tomorrow."

……

The following afternoon, the documentary post-production course was held at the School of Media.

The curtains in the multimedia classroom were half-drawn, and the projector light shone on the screen, bathing the entire room in a cool, blue-white light.

Xu Jia stood behind the podium, wearing a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, holding a laser pointer in her hand.

He speaks at a moderate pace, a gentle manner that calms people down.

"Today we're talking about the reality and editing deception in documentary footage." He pressed a laser pointer, and a series of cases appeared on the screen. "The same footage, edited in different orders, will lead viewers to completely opposite conclusions."

Shi Luyu sat in the third row by the window, with a notebook open in front of her, the pen tip resting on the paper, not moving.

She stared at the images on the screen that had been disassembled, reassembled, and rearranged in reverse order.

Xu Jia turned to the next page.

Two contrasting videos appeared on the screen: the same interviewee, the same answer. In the first edited version, the person's answer was firm and decisive; in the second full version, the same statement had its meaning completely reversed by the context.

A low murmur arose in the classroom; some were taking notes, while others were whispering to each other.

Shi Luyu didn't move. She stared at the two videos, her fingers slowly tightening around the pen.

Xu Jia's voice came from the direction of the podium.

Sometimes, the camera doesn't lie. What lies is the person behind the camera who decides what you see.

Shi Luyu looked up at Xu Jia. His gaze fell directly on her, devoid of any other emotion.

But his words were like a needle piercing her ear.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, but a chill ran down her spine, as if a hand had reached out from the shadows and was resting on the back of her neck, feeling cool and tingling.

After class, the students gradually left the classroom.

Shi Luyu was putting away her notebooks when Xu Jia walked over from behind the podium, holding a small USB drive. He placed the USB drive on her desk, tapped the surface of the drive lightly with his fingertip, and then pushed it next to her notebooks.

"Here are some publicly available video clips of the area outside the theaters in the old town." His voice wasn't loud, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "You can watch them yourself."

Shi Luyu looked at the USB drive but didn't pick it up immediately. "Teaching Assistant Xu, I was relieved to see you were alright after we parted ways last time. But is there something you need from me? Why did you give me this?"

Xu Jia sat down on the chair next to him, rested his hand on the edge of the table, and remained silent for a few seconds.

His gaze fell on the palm trees in the distance outside the window. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering into golden fragments on the ground.

He didn't dare to before.

Xu Yuanjia threatened him with the lives of his parents and sister, a gamble he couldn't afford. But now, news of his grandmother's serious illness had arrived, and his parents had urgently returned to China to care for her, and wouldn't be back anytime soon.

My sister's study abroad application is complete, and she's already in the UK. She hasn't told anyone her address, and the bodyguards around her are family members.

His weakness has temporarily moved out of Xu Yuanjia's control.

Looking for Lulu isn't about stealing a woman.

He never intended to steal it; he just wanted Lulu to at least know that the person beside her had been lying to her from beginning to end.

He turned to look at Shi Luyu, his tone heavy as if he were talking about something that had been weighing on his mind for a long time: "I just hope you believe your own eyes."

Footsteps came from the doorway.

Xu Yuanjia appeared behind them, wearing a thin black jacket with the collar open, and carrying her red polka-dot headband—the one she had forgotten in the entryway when she left home that morning.

He smiled, glanced at Xu Jia, then at the USB drive on the table, bent down, reached out, picked up the small silver object from her notebook, and held it up to his eyes, turning it around.

"Teaching Assistant Xu is quite concerned about my girlfriend." His voice was tinged with laughter, and his tone was as polite as if he were greeting an old friend.