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

Lin Mian said, "The house is leaking, and I want to spread out the waterproof sheet."

He Duoye looked up, then got up. Together with Lin Mian, he spread out the waterproof tarpaulin.

There were many nails on the walls of the log cabin. They tied ropes to the tarpaulin and then secured them to the nails, just enough to cover the air mattress underneath.

The rain was still heavy, and the rumble of thunder could be heard faintly, then gradually became clearer and more deafening. The heavy rain quickly turned into a violent thunderstorm, and the wind was strong, howling past and pouring into the house through the cracks in the walls.

The water droplets leaking from the roof began to form streams of water, which poured directly onto the waterproof fabric.

Lin Mian looked at the inflatable mattress submerged in the floodwater, worried that she and He Duoye would be washed away, while also thinking about things from the past.

When she and He Duoye were young, they also took shelter from the rain in his leaky house. Perhaps memories can fabricate some details, but Lin Mian remembered that the rain that day was even heavier than it is now.

But she didn't feel fear or oppression in the torrential rain and thunder. She only remembered the old house that leaked like a waterfall, the floor covered with a high layer of water, He Duoye's soaked clothes, and the boy's strong and slender figure.

And... the warmth of their bodies pressed together, He Duoye's lips as he leaned down to kiss them.

This memory is both thunderous and hazy, and recalling it feels damp and soft, like a heart pounding with thunder.

It feels completely different from how I feel now.

"We've taken shelter from the rain like this before," He Duoye suddenly said. His body temperature was still very high, and his breathing was hot as he spoke.

Lin Mian turned over and touched his forehead with her warm hand; it was still so hot, burning hot.

"But you didn't have a fever that day."

He Duoye pressed his forehead against Lin Mian's palm, rubbing it almost imperceptibly, like a wolfhound that had calmed down.

"Really?" He paused, then said, "I'm sorry."

Lin Mian pursed her lips, her palm holding He Duoye's burning forehead. He moved slightly, burying half his face in her palm, his eyelashes brushing against Lin Mian's hand.

Don't be angry.

Lin Mian: "..."

She moved her hands away, hugged He Duoye's neck, and buried her whole body in his arms.

"I just..."

I'm angry that you got hurt and didn't tell me, angry that you always stubbornly bear it all by yourself, angry that I'm so powerless... Lin Mian's mouth was slightly open, but she didn't know how to say these words.

"I know." He Duoye stroked her back, as if petting a cat. "You just love me too much, I know that, you don't need to prove it with your actions."

Lin Mian: "..."

Very well, all her sadness will be consumed by burning anger.

Since it was forbidden to beat the wounded and sick, Lin Mian angrily bit He Duoye's neck.

He Duoye hissed, but said, "You really do love me, you don't even mind that I'm dirty."

The two of them had been through wind, rain, and mud several times, their bodies covered in sweat, dust, and still damp from the rain.

Lin Mian: "..."

She really wanted to beat up the patient.

He Duoye anticipated this and held her hand: "Sleep with me for a while. Anyway, it's raining so hard, there's nothing else we can do but sleep."

But how can two people sleep in the middle of nowhere? What if they are attacked by some wild animal?

Lin Mian kept her eyes wide open, listening to He Duoye's breathing, waiting for him to fall asleep.

Outside, a relentless storm raged, the wind seeping in through the cracks causing the tarpaulin to ripple and sway, while rainwater cascaded from the roof onto the floor.

He Duoye closed his eyes and slowly recalled the stormy day he and Lin Mian spent together when he was a teenager.

The rain and wind were heavy that day, with thunder rumbling and lightning flashing across the gloomy sky, foreshadowing even greater storms to come.

He Duoye wasn't afraid of such extreme weather. He just felt a little annoyed because heavy rain meant leaks, which would bring him a lot of unnecessary but unavoidable troubles in his life.

He stood expressionless in the middle of the room when his phone suddenly vibrated. He had received a message from Lin Mian asking how things were at home.

She must be worried.

He Duoye thought about it, but deliberately didn't reply. He looked up at the water leaking from the roof and suddenly thought, why not just lift the roof and let the downpour destroy this dark house?

He made himself look like a homeless, pathetic wretch, then had a perfectly valid reason to move into Lin Mian's house, since she was home alone anyway. When her father came home, he hid in her bedroom closet like a lover having an affair.

It's so interesting to think about.

Just then, He Duoye heard Lin Mian calling his name faintly through the wind and rain. He opened the door and, not unexpectedly, saw Lin Mian coming in the rain.

Holding an umbrella that had been blown inside out, she was soaked to the bone by the heavy rain. The colors of the sky and earth were dim and blurry in the downpour, but her wet face was as white as a shining pearl.

Lin Mian was running too fast at that time and tripped and fell. He Duoye ran over and hugged her.

Her body was so slender that he pulled her into his arms, completely enveloping her as if he owned her entirely.

He Duoye always thought Lin Mian was like a kitten that was easy to fool.

Like a cat, she is both wary and curious. If you beckon her with your finger, she will lean in and sniff your fingertip while remaining alert. If you bully her at this time, she will scratch you.

But if he plays the victim while casually being nice to her, she will half-heartedly expose her soft belly for him to touch, and then hold his hand, trying to transfer her body heat to him as well.

The torrential rain that day flooded He Duoye's house, and water was leaking everywhere inside. Lin Mian stood in the house, soaked to the bone, looking as helpless as a little lamb.

So He Duoye thoughtfully picked her up, placed her on a high stool, and then gave her the only umbrella to shield her from the rain.

He himself was getting soaked in the rain while fixing the leaky house.

Later, he cleared out a leak-proof area, and he and Lin Mian sat there shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the storm to pass.

He Duoye looked at his dilapidated house, then at Lin Mian, whose skin was so white it seemed to glow, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Mian asked him angrily why he was laughing.

He said at the time that he laughed at Lin Mian for not staying at home properly and for insisting on coming over to get soaked in the rain with him.

He was adorably stupid—that was a thought he didn't say aloud.

She didn't even realize she'd been scammed. Foolishly, she ran over, willingly suffering alongside him, and in the end, she foolishly offered herself up for him to kiss.

In that dilapidated house, on that rainy day when it was leaky, drafty, and dark, he kissed her lips, licked her teeth, and tasted her tongue.

So silly, yet so cute.

Now, so many years have passed, yet she is still just as easily fooled.