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

Lin Mian didn't know how she fell asleep. She suddenly woke up with a start, opened her eyes, and found herself lying on He Duoye's chest, who was still sleeping soundly.

After a half-second pause, Lin Mian realized what was happening and quickly sat up.

He Duoye still has an injury on his back, don't crush it!

Lin Mian touched his shoulders and forehead; they were still very hot, but the temperature had dropped a little. It seemed he was getting better, and Lin Mian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The downpour turned into a drizzle, and the cabin was no longer leaking much, but the floor was still wet. I wondered if my backpack had gotten wet.

She glanced at He Duoye to make sure he hadn't been woken up before carefully sitting up to look at the backpack wrapped in her raincoat.

Neither the backpack nor its contents were wet. Lin Mian took out the first-aid kit. He Duoye didn't show her the wounds, but Lin Mian knew the situation must be bad.

Just then, Lin Mian caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of her eye. She looked up sharply and saw a green snake.

It was small in size, with a triangular head, and it squeezed through the crack in the door. Its dark eyes stared at Lin Mian, and it flicked out its black forked tongue again and again.

This snake looks venomous.

Lin Mian's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She gripped the first-aid kit tightly with one hand and felt around in her backpack with the other, finding the dagger on the side.

The green snake slowly crawled a few steps into the wooden house, raised its head, and continued to flick its tongue.

It didn't continue crawling in; it just stood there with its head up for a while, then turned and crawled away.

Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, the snake hadn't crawled in, otherwise she would have had to grab a knife and fight it hand-to-hand. If she were unlucky enough to get bitten, it would be terrible.

Lin Mian quickly pulled out another raincoat and stuffed it into the crack in the door to block it.

She was busy working quietly and quietly, unaware that He Duoye behind her had actually been awake for a while, and was watching the snake as it crawled in.

Fortunately, the snake wisely left in the end, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to continue pretending to be asleep.

Lin Mian blocked the door, then looked back at He Duoye, who was still asleep.

He must be weak from the injury; even in this state, he's still stubbornly insisting he's fine.

Holding the first-aid kit, she knelt beside the mattress, observing He Duoye's reaction while carefully and slowly lifting his clothes to examine the wound on his abdomen.

As expected, the gauze was stained red with blood again, and the dried blood had turned slightly black.

Lin Mian carefully removed the gauze. Because He Duoye was lying down, it was not easy to operate. She spent a lot of effort just to remove the gauze.

The wound inside doesn't look much different, but it's good that it hasn't worsened.

Lin Mian cleaned and disinfected the wound, then temporarily covered it with a large bandage. Next, he applied the gauze and bandage to the wound on the man's arm. As for the back, Lin Mian tentatively pushed the man up so that he was lying on his side.

He Duoye was probably too weak and didn't wake up the whole time.

It's better that he didn't wake up, so that when she's treating her wounds, she won't hear him saying those annoying things that deserve a beating, and then she'll start arguing with him.

After cleaning the wound on his back, Lin Miansheng started a fire to boil water while washing the removed gauze. There wasn't enough gauze, so he had to reuse it.

After washing, Lin Mian threw the gauze into boiling water to boil, and finally hung it up to dry over a fire.

She glanced at her watch and realized it was already afternoon.

The rain should have stopped completely by now; there's no sound of rain outside, only the occasional sound of wind.

Lin Mian tidied up the supplies in her backpack, took out two cans of meat, mixed them with compressed biscuits, and started cooking dinner. Once it was done, she woke He Duoye up.

"Eat first, then go to sleep," Lin Mian said.

It will get dark soon, and then it will be inconvenient to do anything.

He Duoye opened his eyes: "I don't have much strength."

After saying that, he looked at Lin and said, "You feed me."

Lin Mian: "..."

I strongly suspect he's faking it, but oh well, considering he's injured, I'll let it go this time.

She helped He Duoye up, let him lean on her shoulder, and then fed him.

After finishing dinner, Lin Mian re-bandaged He Duoye's wounds, quickly tidied up her things, and then, holding a dagger, opened the wooden door.

"Where are you going?" He Duoye's voice immediately followed.

"I'm going to the restroom," Lin Mian said, leaning against the door. "You get some rest."

She had only taken a couple of steps when the closed door was opened, and He Duoye followed her out, looking nothing like someone who was weak.

"..." Lin Mian was speechless. "Weren't you saying you were weak?"

He Duoye remained expressionless: "It will be available after we finish eating."

Lin Mian knew that this guy was just acting. Such a stubborn and strong-willed guy wouldn't let himself be exposed when he was really weak.

Lin Mian felt very unsafe going to the toilet alone, and it was good that He Duoye was with her, so she didn't refuse. She just asked He Duoye to go a little further away after they found a good place.

"Go wait for me by that tree over there."

He Duoye glanced at the tree a few meters away, puzzled: "Why go there? It's so far away. If a tiger comes to grab you, I won't even have time to snatch you back from its jaws."

Lin Mian certainly didn't want him to hear, but she didn't tell the truth. She just pushed his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it, just go over there."

He Duoye, however, saw right through her: "Are you afraid I'll hear or see?"

Lin Mian didn't speak, but just urged him on.

He Duoye followed her lead and walked forward, but he didn't stop talking. He said, "What are you afraid of? You're not exactly not on me..."

"Shut up!" Lin Mian covered his mouth, both angry and annoyed. "Get over there right now."

I should have just solved it myself quickly.

Having taken care of her physiological needs, Lin Mian fetched some water from a nearby stream, boiled it, and used it to wash her face and hands.

Because we didn't have any tools to fetch water, we made several trips back and forth. Before we knew it, it was getting dark.

Lin Mian blocked the door again, then sat down by the fire. He Duoye was arranged to sit on the inflatable mattress, and his gaze followed Lin Mian all the way.

"You should go to sleep first," Lin Mian said responsibly, poking at the firewood. "I'll keep watch."

He Duoye said, "It's fine inside the house, come and sleep with me."

Lin Mian was worried; after all, it was in the middle of nowhere, what if something happened?

Seeing that she didn't move, He Duoye got up directly, as if he was going to carry Lin Mian to bed, which startled Lin Mian so much that she quickly stood up on her own.

In the end, they lay down together on the air mattress.

It was already completely dark outside, and the rain started again, quickly turning from a light drizzle into a heavy downpour, pattering against the roof. The embers of the firewood in the corner flickered, and the howling wind, carrying damp moisture, blew in through the cracks in the walls.

Lin Mian leaned against He Duoye's chest, slightly raised her head, and looked at his closed-eye face. Suddenly, she felt a sense of mutual dependence.

She will never forget what happened these past few days.

Compared to the simple leaky roof she experienced when she was a teenager, the jungle chase and the perilous escape of the past two days, the repeated bleeding wounds on He Duoye's body, and the mutual reliance they shared at this moment were all so unforgettable that she could recall them clearly even when she was seventy or eighty years old.