Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu felt as if she had been hit in the chest with a heavy hammer.

Shame, anger, fear, and something deeper were all mixed together, burning her with fever.

Her face flushed, and her eyes reddened. She longed to rush up and shut him up, but her body remained frozen in place, unable to move.

Xu Yuanjia's smile deepened as he looked at her, but it also grew colder.

"Lulu really knows how to be clever," he said, raising his hand.

Shi Luyu subconsciously shrank her neck.

A flicker of fear flashed across her eyes, her pupils contracted slightly, as she thought he was about to strangle her again.

It wasn't unheard of. When he was angry, he would always grab her chin or her neck, forcing her to look up at him.

This time, however, Xu Yuanjia merely glanced at her and gave a lazy, indifferent chuckle.

The hand suddenly landed on the top of her head.

Shi Luyu was stunned.

His palms were dry and warm; he placed them on the top of her head and gently massaged it twice.

Like comforting a kitten that has done something wrong.

The force was incredibly light, creating a stark contrast with the sinister emotion in his eyes at that moment.

It only makes people more terrified.

"Should we lock Lulu in the house and use some methods, brother?"

He gently stroked her hair as he spoke slowly, his tone as intimate as if he were whispering sweet nothings, "Only then will my baby learn to be good?"

Shi Luyu felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't want to listen to his crazy ramblings anymore, and she was fed up with his unpredictable behavior.

She gritted her teeth, raised her arm, and tried to block his hand from above her head.

She gripped his wrist with her fingers and pushed him forcefully to the side.

But Xu Yuanjia's wrist remained completely still.

He even maintained the same force as when he ruffled her hair, as if all her efforts were in vain.

Shi Luyu was both angry and anxious. She used both hands, her face turning red, but she couldn't even budge one of his fingers.

"Xu Yuanjia, let go..." She hadn't finished speaking.

Xu Yuanjia suddenly exerted force with his hand, grabbed her head, and forcefully pressed her down.

Before Shi Luyu could even gasp, her lips were already sealed.

His lips pressed against hers, completely enveloping hers. As he spoke, his thin lips rubbed against hers, as if trying to force the words into her mouth through the kiss.

"For example, the older brother shouldn't pity his younger sister; he should spend the whole night..."

He paused here, then chuckled very softly.

埋。

inside.

Shi Luyu heard it clearly in that instant.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, and her body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Shame and fear surged up at the same time; her ears turned bright red, and her eyes stung with tears. She tried to push him away, but the hand on the back of her head felt like it was made of iron, and she couldn't even turn her head slightly.

Xu Yuanjia did not continue kissing her.

He released her lips, his hot breath traveling down her chin, neck, and collarbone.

The blue LED strip lights on the display case were still flickering, while punk neon lights swirled and refracted into large patches of mottled light in the dimly lit room—scarlet, indigo, and deep blue, dripping all over the floor.

A dazzling light, like a flowing electronic tide, slowly swept across Xu Yuanjia's sculpted upper body.

Half of her shoulders and back were submerged in a thick, dark hue, while the other half of her profile was sharply defined by the cold, neon lights. Her sharp brow bone, high nose bridge, and pale skin were depicted in turn by light and shadow, but the depths of her eye sockets remained obscure.

Like a beautiful, yet unreal, mind thief in a cyberpunk movie.

The man's breath was hot and intense, and wherever it passed, her skin involuntarily trembled slightly, as if it had been splashed by sparks, sending a faint electric current through her.

His breathing was still labored, and Shi Luyu's body was trembling.

She didn't know what he was going to do, so she could only stare wide-eyed at the colorful light swirling on the mirror on the ceiling—green, blue, red—as if it wanted to pull her in.

Until that breath fell into her knees.

Xu Yuanjia stopped there.

He tilted his head slightly, his high nose bridge touching the ground, then closed his eyes and took a deep, slow sniff.

At that very moment, the light and shadow shifted from blue to red.

The man's thin lips curved slightly upward. "I can smell it."

He spoke, his voice low and almost a whisper, sickly yet joyful, as if suppressing a pleasure that had reached its peak and was almost overflowing from his very bones.

Shi Luyu's hair stood on end.

She heard him chuckle softly, a low, hoarse sound carrying a chilling satisfaction.

Baby's.

Bloody smell.