Pure Love Imprisoned: My Ex-Boyfriend, Who Blamed Me, Imprisoned Me in Love

The SUV crashed into a small tree and lurched violently onto the highway. Lin Mian gripped the steering wheel tightly, her attention focused entirely on the road ahead.

She was afraid that if she stepped on the gas too hard, she would overshoot the mark and end up on the other side of the road.

While he was completely focused, He Duoye suddenly reached out, grabbed the steering wheel, and turned it to the other side, saying in a deep voice, "Don't let go of the accelerator."

For some reason, Lin Mian subconsciously stepped on the gas pedal, and the car crashed into the roadside trees one after another. It veered off course amidst the bumps and collisions, but He Duoye grabbed the steering wheel and turned it back.

In the chaos, a loud explosion rang out outside, as intense as the first explosion they had encountered. The flames were bright and raging, and the rear of the car veered sharply to the side, with only one wheel touching the ground.

Lin Mian's mind went completely blank, and her heart felt like it was suspended in mid-air, just like a car being jolted high in the air.

He Duoye gripped the steering wheel and swerved sharply to the other side. The wheels screeched against the ground, and the car bounced heavily as it landed back on the ground.

Because Lin Mian didn't release the accelerator, the car surged forward immediately after landing at a very high speed. There was a sudden bend ahead, and it looked like the car was about to fly off. He Duoye pulled the steering wheel, and the car flew past almost touching the side of the road.

Going downhill makes the car go even faster, speeding like a scene from a movie, and if you make a mistake, the car will fly off the cliff.

Lin Mian was completely overwhelmed at first, with the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears, and she relied entirely on He Duoye to keep her on the steering wheel.

After a moment, her heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and she gradually adapted to the lightning speed, able to turn the steering wheel when encountering curves.

Seeing this, He Duoye let go of Lin Mian's hand and watched her drive, only giving her a slight steer when necessary.

Lin Mian drove with complete concentration, while He Duoye stretched out his arm, grabbed the sniper rifle from the back seat, removed the magazine, and loaded it with bullets one by one.

Lin Mian's heart started racing again. She wanted to ask He Duoye what he was going to do, but she didn't dare to get distracted.

After the car finished going downhill, it entered a straight road with large groves of trees on both sides. From behind, not too far away, there were intermittent gunshots, interspersed with a deafening explosion.

He Duoye said it was a mortar. Luckily, the enemy's aim was poor and they were far away, otherwise, if it had hit the car, they would have committed suicide together.

Lin Mian had no time to complain to him; she just kept driving forward without daring to ease off the accelerator.

But this can't go on forever. In the darkness of the night, you can clearly see cars with their lights on even from two kilometers away.

They have a hard time shaking off the people chasing them.

He Duoye suddenly spoke up: "Pull over and stop the car."

Lin Mian slowly applied the brakes: "What are you doing?"

"Clean up the tail." He opened the sunroof, grabbed his sniper rifle, leaned out, and aimed at the car chasing behind.

Several vehicles were driving along the mountain road, their headlights shining brightly like targets, making them very conspicuous.

Lin Mian opened the car window, stuck her head out, and looked back.

In the silent night, the sound of a sniper rifle was deafening, spreading fiercely through the forest. Half a second after the shot rang out, the lead car on the opposite mountain road was hit, lost control, and overturned heavily.

The cars behind realized something was wrong, but it was too late to brake. Several cars collided with each other and quickly piled up together.

He Duoye aimed at the crowded cars. He would fire a shot whenever someone got out of a car. When no one dared to show their face, he would aim at the car windows and wheels and shoot. The continuous gunshots echoed until he emptied his magazine.

Lin Mian pulled her head back, intending to ask He Duoye if he needed her help finding the magazine, but then noticed a conspicuous bloodstain on the passenger seat.

She was stunned.

He Duoye put away his gun, sat down again, and saw Lin Mian staring blankly with a pale face. He smiled and said, "What's wrong? Were you scared?"

Lin Mian slowly raised her eyes to look at him.

He Duoye showed no sign of distress. He took out an empty magazine, loaded it with bullets, and said, "I'll drive later. Everything will be fine. It'll be over soon."

Lin Mian slowly spoke, asking, "Aren't you in pain?"

He Duoye stopped moving and looked at Lin Mian, seeing her eyes filled with both anger and heartache.

After putting down the bullet, He Duoye touched Lin Mian's face: "Don't look like I'm going to die. I'm fine now, and I don't feel much pain."

But his fingertips left a trail of blood mixed with gunpowder on Lin Mian's face.

He Duoye remained calm and silently wiped away the bloodstain.

"Where are you hurt?" Lin Mian asked.

He Duoye said, "It's my arm, it looks like I was grazed by a bullet."

Lin Mian grabbed his hand, wanting to see the wound. He Duoye showed it to her; there was indeed a laceration that had torn the skin and was still bleeding.

Lin Mian grabbed her backpack, took out the first-aid kit, and quickly treated He Duoye's wound. Such a deep wound would normally require stitches, but Lin Mian didn't know how, so she could only wrap it with gauze.

After treating his arm, she lifted He Duoye's clothes to look at his abdomen.

The wound indeed reopened, and a large amount of blood seeped out, even staining the T-shirt red.

Lin Mian looked at the blood-red gauze, then at her own fingers. She had only touched it a couple of times, and her fingers were already stained red.

There must have been a lot of blood loss.

Lin Mian sniffed. She rummaged through the first-aid kit for scissors but couldn't find any. Then she felt a warmth on the back of her hand and two water droplets fell. She roughly wiped her face and continued rummaging through the first-aid kit.

"Here it is." He Duoye handed over the scissors; he had already taken them out when he was bandaging his arm.

Lin Mian silently took the scissors, intending to cut open the gauze on He Duoye's abdomen, but her vision was blurry, so she had to rub her eyes to remove the liquid.

That bastard He Duoye actually laughed at this moment.

"When we argued and you told me you wanted to break up, you didn't cry."

Lin Mian: "..."

She raised her red eyes and stared at He Duoye, still holding the scissors in her hand.

His expression seemed to say: Believe it or not, I'll give you a taste of your own medicine.

He Duoye held her hand, lowered his head and kissed her wet eyelashes and eyes, tasting the bitterness of her tears.

"I'm really fine." He Duoye pressed her head against his chest, his chin resting against her temple. "But seeing you crying for me makes me very happy. So you really love me."

Lin Mian gripped the scissors tightly, but in the end she just hugged He Duoye's waist.

Then, when she hugged him, she felt his hands were covered in blood.