Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Xu Yuanjia returned just as the sun was setting.

The western side of the seaside villa was bathed in twilight. The sun had already set near the horizon, and the intense gold gradually faded, while the clouds were tinged with layers of varying shades of orange-red.

Shi Luyu sat in the glass greenhouse peeling a pomelo.

In fact, Southeast Asia has no shortage of fruit. The region is hot and humid year-round with plenty of sunshine, and the markets are overflowing with a dazzling array of fruits.

Durian, mangosteen, rambutan, and mango are so cheap during peak season that they are almost everywhere.

But Shi Luyu still likes pomelos the most, she has liked them since she was a child.

She prefers the light, subtle sweetness of grapefruit to the rich, sweet flavors of tropical fruits.

The flesh is crisp and tender, and the juice is plentiful. It has a slight sourness at first, and then a clean sweetness slowly emerges as you chew.

Her preferences always seem to be the same. They've rarely changed over the years.

Perhaps, at her core, she was just a kind girl.

Kind people are usually thoughtful and sentimental.

People tend to remember the kindness others have shown them and are prone to nostalgia. Even after being hurt many times, it's difficult for them to completely sever all ties with the tenderness of the past.

Therefore, although her feelings for Xu Yuanjia should have been exhausted long ago, there are still some inexplicable remnants.

Like embers buried deep in the ashes after a fire has burned out. It looks extinguished, but occasionally a gust of wind will faintly revive it with a touch of red.

She had hated him, feared him, and thought countless times that she would go anywhere as long as she could leave this person.

But she couldn't deny that the feelings of attraction, dependence, and affection that had truly existed didn't simply vanish into thin air the moment the truth was revealed.

They were simply suppressed by everything that followed. Entangled in resentment and disappointment, they became the hardest things to clear away.

That's precisely why she's gotten to where she is today. She's not decisive enough, not ruthless enough, and certainly not cold-blooded enough.

With her eyes lowered, Shi Luyu gently peeled the last layer of white fascia off the pomelo flesh.

But it had to end eventually.

In any case, all of this should finally come to an end.

……

A separate glass conservatory was built on the seaside of the villa, a very well-chosen location.

It is not completely embedded in the main building, but extends outward along the side of the garden closest to the coast, with three sides open and no tall trees blocking the view in front.

Sitting inside, your gaze can travel over the garden, the pool, and the low shrubs, all the way down to the distant horizon.

In the early morning, you can see the sun rise over the water from the east, and in the evening, you can see a long sunset from the west.

It's as if a section of the entire villa was specially carved out to capture the sunrises and sunsets over the sea.

When Xu Yuanjia returned from outside, he saw her from a distance, and the man paused slightly in his tracks.

The glass greenhouse is bathed in the twilight.

Large expanses of transparent glass reflect the sky and the sea. From a distance, the building's outline is blurred by the sunset glow, leaving only a slender metal frame that divides the orange-pink sky into transparent panels of varying sizes.

Shi Luyu was sitting among them.

She wore a light blue dress today.

Like the sky after the rain has just cleared, or like a touch of misty blue diluted with milk.

The sleeveless, fitted waist design is clean and neat, with the waistline perfectly cinched, and then naturally flares out into a loose and beautiful A-line skirt, making the already slender figure appear even more elongated.

The skirt hem fell below her calves.

She sat there, her legs mostly hidden by the tabletop, only a slender calf and the soft folds of her skirt visible.

Her exposed arms were slender and long. Her shoulders and neck had delicate and beautiful lines; she had thin shoulders, a slender frame, and exceptionally fair skin.

The milky blue color suppressed her originally soft and sweet temperament, instead adding a touch of aloofness.

Her long, jet-black hair was half-up and half-down from the back of her head. The upper part was loosely tied up, while the lower part cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends of which reached past her waist. Occasionally, a few strands were gently blown by the breeze flowing through the greenhouse, brushing against her slender arms.

Xu Yuanjia stood in the twilight watching her without saying a word.

The sun had already touched the sea, and the whole sky looked like a sunset rose slowly blooming.

The area closest to the sun is a deep orange-red, gradually merging into coral pink, peach orange, and finally transitioning into a very pale purple.

The rosy light shone through the gleaming glass, showering the stone jade without obstruction.

So even her silhouette seemed to be outlined with a warm glow.

Her profile, nose bridge, delicate shoulder line, and jet-black hair falling behind her waist, even her eyelashes were tinged with a light golden brown by the setting sun.

Like a doll displayed in a glass case. Exquisite, quiet, yet with a fragile quality that seems untouchable.

Xu Yuanjia narrowed his eyes. For some reason, he suddenly felt that she was very suitable for this place.

It would even be suitable to keep it here forever. Like a revered object.

The greenhouse is filled with her favorite plants, which are pruned and replaced daily, and the temperature is always kept within the most comfortable range.

All she needs to do is wear a pretty dress and sit in the sunset eating fruit.

You don't have to think about anything, you don't have to care about anything, you are pampered in a meticulous, attentive, and airtight manner.

The thought only lingered in Xu Yuanjia's mind for a moment before a lazy smile appeared on his lips.

The people in the greenhouse knew nothing about this.

Shi Luyu is intently peeling a pomelo.

On the table sat a grapefruit that had already been opened. The thick, pale yellow peel had been completely removed, revealing the soft, white flesh inside.

She doesn't like to eat it directly. She always peels it clean bit by bit, her slender fingers reaching in along the seam between the segments to gently separate them.

"Smack."

The plump petal was then removed.

She held it in her palm, her fingernails gently prying open the thin, transparent fascia at the tip.

First, tear a small opening, then slowly work down along the edge, and the translucent skin will gradually separate from the fruit flesh.

The pale pinkish-white fruit granules gradually emerge, glistening and plump, each one tightly packed together.

Sometimes the fascia is tightly adhered, but she's not in a hurry.

With eyes lowered, gently rub the pulp with your fingertips, then carefully pick off any remaining white veins on the surface of the fruit with your fingernails.

Finally, she peeled off a whole, clean petal, then broke off a small piece and put it in her mouth with satisfaction, her cheeks moving very gently.

After swallowing, peel off another petal, slowly and meticulously, almost with patience.

Xu Yuanjia watched for a while before finally stepping over.

The leather shoes trod lightly across the stone path outside the greenhouse.

The glass door was pushed open. The evening breeze rushed in along with the man, bringing with it a hint of the damp, salty smell of the sea.

Shi Luyu did not turn around immediately.

There was a whole glass wall in front of her. The transparent glass reflected the glow of the sunset over the sea, and also faintly reflected the tall figure that was gradually approaching behind her.

The man had just returned from outside. The long journey seemed to have left few traces on him; his figure remained tall and relaxed, and he walked with one hand casually in his pocket as he drew closer.

Shi Luyu saw him through the glass, paused for a moment, and then quickly continued peeling away the thin layer of fascia.

"Xu Yuanjia." She didn't turn around.

The voice was carried softly by the evening sea breeze, "You're back."

Xu Yuanjia paused, his eyebrows slowly rising.

I probably didn't expect that after not seeing her for a few days, her first words would be so well-behaved.

A hint of pleasure quickly surfaced in the man's eyes. "Hmm."

He walked slowly toward her. "It's been a few days."

The last syllable of her voice trailed off lazily, "Lulu, do you miss your brother?"

Shi Luyu didn't answer. She simply placed a freshly peeled segment of pomelo in her palm and examined it.

There was still a little white vein, which she carefully picked out.

Xu Yuanjia had already walked up behind her, but he wasn't annoyed that she ignored him.

Instead, he chuckled softly, "You've managed to turn a pomelo into a work of art."

Shi Luyu also smiled, raised her hand, and beckoned to him, "Come here."

To be precise, the three words should be "commanding".

But this caused the smile in Xu Yuanjia's eyes to pause slightly.

Then the smile on his lips deepened.

He certainly doesn't dislike being ordered around by his wife, it's just that...

I found it strange.

He was away for a few days, and when he came back, the girl not only took the initiative to talk to him, but also waved him over without any sign of rejection.

It was as if time had suddenly rewound to when they were still just lovers.

Xu Yuanjia certainly had no reason to refuse.

He walked behind her, his tall figure descending, almost instantly obscuring a large portion of the sunset behind her.

He then leaned slightly forward, casually resting one hand on the edge of the glass table in front of her, and placed the other hand on the back of the chair behind her.

Without actually touching her, he naturally formed a semi-closed area, completely encircling the girl sitting in the chair between his own bodies.

A masculine scent drew near.

Shi Luyu remained motionless, and the scene was reflected in the glass in front of the two of them.

She was sitting, and he was standing behind her, leaning closer.

One is slender, the other is tall.

In the distance, the setting sun had already sunk halfway into the sea, and the intense afterglow stretched their shadows long.

The light slanted across the ground and onto the glass, eventually overlapping so that it was impossible to tell which was covering which.

The plants in the greenhouse swayed gently in the evening breeze.

The whole world seemed to be bathed in a gentle, thick orange-red light.

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes, wondering what she had called him over for in such a mysterious way.

The next second, Shi Luyu suddenly raised her hand.

She held a freshly peeled pomelo segment between her fingers; the pale pink flesh was glistening and plump.

She turned her face and looked up at him.

The last glimmer of rosy light from the sunset fell into those dark, bright eyes, shimmering with soft, delicate light.

The two were very close, so close that Xu Yuanjia could see her long eyelashes clearly.

Shi Luyu held up the pomelo segment and slowly brought it to his lips.

Then, her eyes crinkled slightly, and she asked softly:

"Do you eat grapefruit, brother?"