Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

The entire warehouse fell silent suddenly, and a series of suppressed gasps could be heard from all around.

Zhou Ji's gaze narrowed slightly, and Chai Ye's eyebrows immediately rose.

Sheng Kun's eyes widened, almost forgetting that his hands and feet were still bound.

Even Kunsa, who had been cursing non-stop, was caught in his throat, the words he hadn't finished uttering stuck there.

Everyone saw that Shi Luyu was holding Xu Yuanjia's face in her hands.

Her wrists still bore the red marks from the friction of the ropes, and her fingertips trembled slightly, yet she still forcefully pulled the man who instilled fear in everyone back in front of her.

Xu Yuanjia really didn't look at Kunsha anymore. His face was held in her hands, his chin slightly raised, letting her control his gaze.

Those deep black eyes were fixed on her face, and the emotion in them gradually changed from initial surprise to a kind of novel interest.

Exceptionally obedient, exceptionally compliant, and exceptionally submissive.

—It looks like some kind of large dog that comes running at its owner's beckoning.

Shi Luyu didn't think too much about it; she just felt that she could save as many as she could.

Kunsa was a scoundrel, rude, and he did indeed kidnap her.

But his crime doesn't warrant death. Besides, this man is foolish, vain, and easily provoked, so he might not be entirely useless. If he can be spared today, he might become the second Sheng Kun in the future.

She has begun to learn not only to look at the present, but also to try to put everyone into a longer-term game.

Shi Luyu tightened her grip a little more, cupping Xu Yuanjia's face in her hands, forcing him to look only at her.

"I told you," she said calmly, with the assertiveness she had just learned from him.

"You are not allowed to kill anyone in front of me."

Zhou Ji glanced at Chai Ye, but only for a very brief moment.

Chai immediately understood. He looked around, casually tore off an oil-stained work glove from a nearby wooden box, crumpled it up, and strode over to Kunsha.

Kunsa recoiled warily: "You want to do this—ugh!"

Chai also grabbed his chin and shoved the glove into his mouth without any politeness.

The world is finally quiet.

Kunsa was blocked and could only let out angry whimpers.

Xu Yuanjia, however, never looked away, gazing at Shi Luyu with great interest.

He let her cup his face.

After a few seconds, he chuckled softly, "Okay."

The word "simple" implies a complete lack of restraint.

Shi Luyu was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But before she could retract her hand, Xu Yuanjia suddenly changed the subject, "But, goodness."

He raised an eyebrow, and the smile on his lips became even more playful. "I want to know."

His gaze slowly swept over the corners of her slightly reddened eyes, past the tip of her nose, and finally settled on her lips, which she had pursed slightly due to nervousness.

A cryptic smile flickered in his eyes, and he raised an eyebrow, as if enjoying the prey's reaction after being exposed.

"When did you get a younger sister?"

He paused deliberately for a moment, his gaze fixed on her, the corners of his lips slowly curving upwards as he asked deliberately:

"Hmm? When did your 'sister'... die at my hands?"

Shi Luyu's expression froze instantly.

She was so engrossed in making the story just now, trying to save her life.

What do you mean by "younger sister"? What do you mean by "three years younger than her"? What do you mean by "she was played to death by Xu Yuanjia"?

He even praised himself from head to toe in front of Kunsa.

The lie was exposed by the person involved, and a wave of shame belatedly washed over her, instantly turning her ears red.

She recoiled as if electrocuted, stammering, "I..."

Shi Luyu stammered for a long time, unable to give a complete explanation.

He grabbed the side of the chair and got up to run.

However, just as she put her legs up, a hand gently pressed down on her shoulder.

Xu Yuanjia was much faster than her. He didn't even get up, but simply put his hand on her shoulder and pressed down on her gently.

Shi Luyu slumped back into her chair.

The man chuckled softly, the smirk emanating from his throat, undisguisedly wicked: "Why are you running?"

His palm was still pressing on her shoulder, his long, slender fingers slowly closing, firmly pressing her back into place.

Then, Xu Yuanjia slowly stood up in front of her.

His body, which was originally half-squatting, gradually rose higher.

His slender and upright figure blocked out all the light falling from above the warehouse, casting a huge shadow over Shi Luyu.

He had broad shoulders and long legs, and the black leather jacket accentuated his sharp, angular frame. As the distance suddenly closed, the familiar cedar wood hue enveloped him completely.

It was crisp and cool, yet deep inside lay a hint of intensely aggressive body temperature and aura.

Shi Luyu sat there, and all that could be seen was his leather jacket, collarbone, chin, and half-hanging, jet-black hair.

What I smelled was him.

The surrounding warehouses, guns, sea breeze, and voices seemed to be shut out by that tall figure.

What she sees, smells, and feels at this moment.

They are all Xu Yuanjia.

The man slowly leaned down, and the distance between them instantly closed. Shi Luyu could almost see his lowered eyelashes and the stray hairs falling across his forehead.

Her breath hitched, and she instinctively stepped back half an inch.

Xu Yuanjia merely tilted his head slightly, his thin lips resting beside her ear, his warm breath gently brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and lazy, carrying a hint of nonchalant amusement.

"These past few days apart." He paused, his voice trailing off.

"My brother saved a lot."

He chuckled softly, his gaze remaining fixed on her flushed earlobes, telling her:

"tonight."

"Give them all to my sweetie, okay?"