Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Xu Yuanjia's voice drifted softly into the dark room, like a damp, cold mist.

Shi Luyu was trembling all over. She heard his words clearly, her pupils suddenly contracted as if pierced by something, and even her breath caught in her throat.

A sense of shame belatedly rose up, burning from her tailbone all the way to the top of her head, making every nerve in her body curl up in agony.

She almost forced a gasp from her throat, her voice high-pitched and thin, trembling with disbelief.

"But, but that won't do, Xu Yuanjia..." Her hands were still on his shoulders, unable to push him away or grab him.

She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, reflecting the slowly changing color of the mirror on the ceiling, her voice filled with helplessness and panic.

"I told you, I'm still here..." She couldn't bring herself to say the rest.

Xu Yuanjia lifted his head from her waist, his whole body backlit.

He looked at her, a faint smile slowly curving his lips. His eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, yet they also carried a tenderness that sent chills down one's spine.

"The baby is trying to say that you're still bleeding, right?"

He spoke casually, his tone as if he were saying that it had rained a little today and he hadn't brought an umbrella.

Shi Luyu blushed and forced herself to nod.

Xu Yuanjia smiled again. He raised his hand, hooked the thin silver chain with his fingertips, and gently shook it.

The bell emitted an extremely faint and fragmented sound.

"Don't worry, your brother won't hurt you." He coaxed her like he was coaxing a child.

But those eyes were fixed on her without blinking, and something dark and terrifying, more terrifying than desire, was churning within them.

Shi Luyu's body understood what it was before her consciousness did.

She knew that Xu Yuanjia would never do anything to truly harm her, but it was precisely because of this "non-harm" that she was even more afraid.

He always knew how to navigate the borders and how to drive people crazy in the gentlest way.

"Liar, I don't believe you—"

Her voice suddenly faltered at the end.

The world shattered into a room full of light in that instant.

Pale yellow, orange, and red light surged in from all directions above her head, engulfing her eyes, her throat, and all her thoughts of escaping.

She didn't know when it started, nor did she know when it would end.

It was as if they wanted to reach the place where all her stubbornness and pretense were hidden.

The mirror on the ceiling began to change color.

Shi Luyu didn't dare to look at first. She turned her face to the side and closed her eyes tightly.

But the light still fell through her eyelids, changing from yellow to orange, and from orange to red.

No matter how tightly she closed her eyes, the color would still shine through her thin eyelids, as if someone had set fire to her face.

Xu Yuanjia's voice came from very close by, as if it were speaking into her very soul:

"Babies are actually lonelier during their periods, right?"

A sob escaped Shi Luyu's throat.

Xu Yuanjia looked down for a while, then chuckled softly, "Your brother understands you best, little darling."

Xu Yuanjia's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an almost cruel tenderness.

Shi Luyu opened her eyes, her face already covered in tears.

She saw the mirror on the ceiling. The yellow light was slowly receding from the edge of the mirror, like the receding tide.

Before it could completely fade away, orange caught up, hotter and brighter than yellow, like molten copper seeping from a mirror.

The light fell, soaking her slender and voluptuous figure, casting her shadow and Xu Yuanjia's shadow together, distorted and ambiguous.

She saw herself in the mirror.

Her body was enveloped in white velvet, bathed in orange light, making her look like a melting snowman.

The orange light continued to deepen.

At first, it was just a thin layer, spreading silently along the edge of the mirror. Later, the color gradually became richer, like a silent fire, immersing the entire dark room in an almost distorted warm color.

Shi Luyu stared blankly at the ceiling.

She suddenly couldn't tell whether what she saw in the mirror was reality or an absurd illusion distorted by the light.

The mirror is too big.

So large that no matter where she looked away, their overlapping shadows were always visible in her peripheral vision.

The more she tried to escape, the clearer the image became.

Shi Luyu's breathing quickened, and her fingers, which were resting on Xu Yuanjia's shoulders, tightened unconsciously. Her grip on his white shirt created several messy wrinkles, a stark contrast to the man's overly composed and composed demeanor.

But Xu Yuanjia kept looking at her.

It's not about looking in a mirror.

It's to see her.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, his thick, dark eyelashes casting a deep shadow in the orange light.

He acted like an detached observer, quietly capturing her every dodge, every tremor, even not missing the sudden contraction of her pupils due to shame.

That kind of focus is more unsettling than any form of coercion.

It was as if all the emotions she refused to acknowledge were laid bare in those eyes.

Shi Luyu finally couldn't take it anymore and hastily looked away.

Xu Yuanjia, however, showed no sign of dishevelment. His white shirt was neat and tidy, like that of a gentleman, and his eyes held a playful smile.

"Baby, look up." Xu Yuanjia's voice came from the light, like a snake crawling into her ear.

"The mirror has given you a confession."