Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu shook her head desperately, trying to turn her face away. But the hand on the back of her neck pressed down firmly, forcing her to tilt her head back, her gaze meeting directly in front of the mirror.

The center of the mirror has been swallowed up by orange.

The color seemed to have a life of its own, spreading outwards from the center and swallowing her reflection in concentric circles.

She saw her face becoming increasingly blurry and distorted in the mirror, like a painting wet with rain. Strangely, the blurrier it became, the more she felt that the person was herself.

She was Shi Luyu, the stubborn, lying, and desperately trying to hide her true feelings, yet she could never truly conceal them.

"The yellow light in the mirror means you've started to cry."

Xu Yuanjia's voice fell into her ear, as soft as if he were telling a secret.

"The orange light is your cry."

Shi Luyu's crying sound was stuck in her throat, as if someone was gripping her throat.

She wanted to argue, to say that she hadn't cried out, but the girl in the mirror clearly had her mouth open, and the tears on her face were illuminated by the light to a dazzling orange.

"Red is..." Xu Yuanjia paused, then chuckled softly.

"After the baby couldn't take it anymore, he begged me for mercy."

His voice trailed off onto her earlobe, like a scalding breath, mingling with the ringing of bells and seeping into her skull.

Shi Luyu cried very hard.

This time, she couldn't hold back. The sound burst from her throat, like a small animal finally dug out of the snow, both desperate and helpless.

The orange on the mirror surface reacted to the sound and suddenly leaped towards red.

The orange-red light, as if burned through, burst out from the center of the mirror.

"Baby, tell me, what color is the mirror now?"

Xu Yuanjia's voice suddenly became clear, as if it had been pulled back from a great distance, pressed against her lips, and imprinted each word into her mouth.

Shi Luyu was speechless. She could only shake her head, tears streaming down her face, landing on the back of his hand, burning hot.

"Every time you call out, you're warming it up, sweetie."

Xu Yuanjia's voice became lighter, even carrying a hint of lazy laughter.

But his hands didn't stop moving. On the contrary, as if stimulated by her crying, they moved even slower, harder, and with more patience.

The mirror's color grew darker and darker.

Shi Luyu felt as if she was being burned through by that color.

Orange-red light poured down from the ceiling, like boiling oil, onto her. Her shadow was projected into the mirror, intertwining with Xu Yuanjia's shadow, like two fish writhing in molten red lava.

At its most disastrous moment, countless tiny orange spots of light appeared on the mirror.

They emerge from the mirror like fireflies, or like tear stains, slowly sliding down the mirror's surface.

Those spots of light briefly fell on her face, forehead, collarbone, and all over her body, as if they had been marked.

Shi Luyu opened her eyes wide and saw the light spots resting on her skin, slightly warm, like some living thing kissing her.

She turned her face away, but the mirror on the ceiling reflected it clearly.

The orange light suddenly turned red.

She saw herself in the mirror, her mouth slightly open, her eyes red, and tears sliding down her cheeks.

The red light fell on her face, as if she had been splashed with evidence of her crimes.

She saw her reflection shattering bit by bit in the mirror.

Like a wall of ice, slowly melting in the red heat. All the reason, innocence, and resistance that were desperately maintained were burned to ashes by that light.

"Don't hold back, it can hear you."

Xu Yuanjia chuckled, his voice unusually low.

Shi Luyu's vision blurred. All the light mingled together, like a colorful river, flowing into her eyes and washing away all her stubbornness.

"Now. Let your brother see an even redder color, okay?"

Xu Yuanjia's voice sounded like it was coming from across the river.

Shi Luyu wanted to shake her head and say no, but her head only moved slightly before she could no longer muster the strength.

She didn't know what her voice had become, but she heard the girl in the mirror suddenly scream, short and urgent, as if something had pierced her throat.

Then, an even richer, deeper red finally arrived.

It wasn't a gradual transition, but rather like a slap in the face, suddenly pouring water all over the entire mirror.

The entire room was red.

Shi Luyu's face, neck, collarbone, and lower abdomen were all soaked in that red.

She felt as if she were lying in a grand, red dream from which she would never awaken.

Xu Yuanjia is the only real thing in this dream.

His breath hovered near her lips, carrying a smile and an almost frenzied satisfaction.

Shi Luyu closed her eyes; she was too tired.

Everything that followed was blurry.

She remembered the red on the mirror slowly darkening, turning orange, then back to yellow, and finally fading into darkness.

She remembers feeling as if her body had been disassembled and then put back together, every joint was soft, and every nerve was still trembling slightly in the afterglow.

She remembered Xu Yuanjia's whispered coaxing in her ear, and the last sound of the bell, like a drop of water falling into a deep pool.

After everything calmed down, a faint orange tinge remained on the mirror.

Like dusk, like embers.

Xu Yuanjia held her as he bathed her, very gently, even carefully.

Warm water dripped from the showerhead. She was so tired that she could barely open her eyes. She could only vaguely feel his fingers running through her hair, washing it and drying it.

Then, he helped her put on her overnight pants himself.

Just like before, in that dark room where I was kidnapped.

That was something Shi Luyu didn't know after she fell into a deep sleep.

While Xu Yuanjia was still impersonating Xu Jia, Zhou Ji was arranged to pretend to kidnap the two of them and take her into a secret room.

The girl was also menstruating at the time and was asleep. Xu Yuanjia squatted in front of her, opened a sanitary napkin, and personally changed it for her.

At that time, she didn't know he was Xu Yuanjia, and she didn't know that he had been lying to her from beginning to end.

Of course, you wouldn't feel his movements at the time either; they were unhurried, even a little clumsy in their earnestness.

It's like taking care of something fragile.

It is still the same now.

Shi Luyu's eyelashes fluttered, as if she wanted to say something, but her throat felt like it had been rubbed with coarse sandpaper, burning with pain. She only managed to utter a very soft breath.

Xu Yuanjia heard this, looked down at her, and slightly curled up the corners of his lips.

Without saying a word, he simply pulled down her nightgown, then picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom.

The sheets had been changed. They were white, dry, and carried a slightly unfamiliar detergent scent.

Shi Luyu felt completely absorbed, as if she had fallen into a cloud.

She curled up, shrinking herself into a small ball, too weak to even move a finger.

Xu Yuanjia didn't come up immediately. She heard his footsteps fade into the distance, and then she heard the sound of water coming from another bathroom. He had gone to take a shower.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, Shi Luyu listened to the sound of water, and as she listened, her eyes closed.

After an unknown amount of time, the mattress beside me sank in.

Xu Yuanjia returned. He leaned against the headboard, reached out in the dim light, and pulled the girl, who was exhausted and limp, out of the covers and into his arms.

The man still carried the fresh scent of water and mint from his shower, making him seem both exceptionally gentle and exceptionally dangerous on this night.

Shi Luyu was too weak to move, so she leaned softly against his chest, her eyelids half-closed, like a kitten that had been tormented.

At this moment, Xu Yuanjia took out his phone and lazily swiped the screen.

Soon, the mirror's voiceprint record was retrieved.

Xu Yuanjia stared at it for a long time.

The faint light from the screen reflected on his face, highlighting his jawline and illuminating the darkness in his eyes.

The recorded voiceprint curves, high and low, like undulating mountain ranges, rested quietly on his fingertips.

He looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said:

The loudest cry you uttered today was when you begged me to slow down.

Shi Luyu's eyes snapped open.

She looked up, glared at him angrily, opened her mouth as if to curse, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was already hoarse.

"I'll have someone take this piece of junk apart tomorrow!"

She roared fiercely, but her voice was rough and hoarse, with a sobbing tone, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. It had no intimidating power at all, and instead made Xu Yuanjia chuckle softly.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. "No."

His voice was very low, deliberately softened, with a hint of roguishness, and like a child whining, completely different from the gloomy, crazy critic he had just spoken to.

Shi Luyu was taken aback by his two words and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Shi Luyu buried her face in his chest and let out a muffled groan.

She is so tired.

I'm so tired that I don't have the energy to think, so tired that I don't have the energy to be afraid, so tired that even hating him has become weak.

Xu Yuanjia tossed his phone aside, lay down, and wrapped his other arm around her tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head as his voice languidly fell:

"This mirror is much more honest than Little Darling."