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

Lin Mian: "..."

She was truly angry with He Duoye now.

Lin Mian said, "He said that after we broke up, he found that he still loved me very much, couldn't forget me, and missed me terribly every day, so he proposed to me, crying and begging my uncle and aunt to let them marry me to him."

He Duoye chuckled softly, "He really knows how to daydream. Didn't you tell him that I'm the one you love most?"

Lin Mian: "..."

I'm so angry.

She said, "Then I'll ask him out for dinner now."

He Duoye said, "Next time, when we get married, we'll invite him to sit at the head table."

Lin Mian: "..."

I'm so angry, she's completely lost her temper.

Lin Mian fell silent, loudly packing her things with the sound of ping-pong balls. He Duoye spoke up: "I heard that when you went to see him, you brought eight other men with you."

"..." Lin Mian was not surprised at all that he knew so much; he must be monitoring her in some way.

"What else have you heard?"

"I also heard you're not in a good mood," He Duoye asked. "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Lin Mian held a figurine in her hand, looking at the smiling face on the exquisite little figure, and said, "I'm not in a bad mood, I'm just... worried about you."

He Duoye chuckled: "What are you worried about me for? If you're worried about me getting into trouble, then there's no need for that. I won't get into trouble. If you really want to put my mind at ease, then if any male ghost asks you out in the future, you should let me know in advance."

Lin Mian retorted angrily, "Why should I tell you?"

He didn't tell her anything.

She knew that He Duoye didn't tell her because he didn't want her to worry, and now she wasn't telling him for the same reason. She didn't want He Duoye to worry either, and then be distracted by these trivial matters.

She's capable of handling it herself, just like He Duoye's attitude and thoughts.

"Because I'm worried about you too."

Lin Mian threw her words back at him: "What are you worried about me for? If you're worried about me getting into trouble, then there's no need for that, because I'll hire eight strong men."

He Duoye chuckled, then sighed softly.

But his worries were far greater than Lin Mian's. He was constantly worried and fearful, afraid that something might suddenly happen to Lin Mian without his knowledge.

Only by keeping Lin Mian under his own nose and watching her personally could he get rid of his fear and anxiety and feel at peace.

"You still say you're not angry?" He Duoye said, "You don't look angry at all, you're about to scratch me."

Lin Mian said, "I'm not angry."

He Duoye: "Then kiss me."

Lin Mian: "..."

"See, you still say you're not angry." He Duoye seemed to have caught evidence.

Lin Mian said angrily, "I don't want to do this kind of thing over a phone."

He Duoye asked, "What can I do?"

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye: "Can I see your legs?"

She angrily hung up the phone. A perfectly normal argument had escalated to this point; she was speechless.

However, after the argument, she felt less upset than before.

After putting down her phone, Lin Mian carefully packed her things in the box. Not long after, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that He Duoye had sent her a photo.

Unlike the previous photos of the wound examination, the gauze on his abdomen had been removed, and only a square bandage was applied to the wound.

His abs were fully exposed, his shirt was pulled up high, revealing just one large pectoral muscle. He was wearing gray sweatpants, the waistband loose and unbelted, hanging there, vaguely visible.

He Duoye: "Your turn."

Lin Mian, who had just seen the photos, said: "...I didn't promise to send you any photos."

Just as he was about to silently save the photo, He Duoye retracted it: "Then I sent it to the wrong person."

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye: "Go to bed early tonight, goodnight baby."

Lin Mian returned his polite smile.

After packing her things out of the suitcase, Lin Mian tidied her wardrobe. On one side of the wardrobe were clothes she had bought before, mostly casual and loose-fitting styles that weren't too flashy and were suitable for work.

On the other side hung the clothes she had brought back from the manor, half of which were beautiful dresses.

Lin Mian was carrying one of the black slip dresses. The shoulder straps were made of two thin lines with a small bow at the bottom. The small V-neck was slightly sexy.

She was staring at the dress when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

Meili stood at the door and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'm going to cook for myself."

Lin Mian asked curiously, "Why?"

She and Meili had been living together for almost half a month. Meili never went into the kitchen; she always hired a housekeeper to do all the housework. Since Meili came along, Lin Mian didn't have to mop the floor anymore. The only chore she had to do when she got home was order takeout.

Meili said, "I'll do it if I want to, what reason do I need? Besides, I've been cooking since I was little, I just don't cook much usually."

Dinner was indeed white food made by Mei Li, thankfully, it was edible.

By the time Lin Mian took out that black slip dress again, it was already the following weekend.

This week, the company sent Lin Mian on fieldwork. She followed her superiors and colleagues, running around all day, and didn't get home until seven or eight o'clock at night. But every day, Mei Li drove her to and from work.

Sometimes Meili would bring her meals, always healthy and delicious.

Finally, the weekend arrived, and Lin Mian and Mei Li made plans to go to a popular restaurant and visit some tourist attractions.

After taking a shower that evening, Lin Mian opened her wardrobe, took out the black slip dress, and tried it on. The dress was more fitted than it looked, with a tight waist that made her waistline appear even slimmer. The hemline just covered her thighs, revealing Lin Mian's fair and slender legs.

The shoulder straps are thin, exposing the entire shoulder and half of the chest.

After watching for a while, Lin Mian let her hair down, turned off the bright chandelier, leaving only the dim, hazy bedside lamp. Leaning against the cabinet, Lin Mian raised her phone, covered her face, and took a picture in the mirror.

The dim bedside lamp acted like a natural, hazy filter, making Lin Mian's skin appear delicate and soft.

She stared at the photo for a long time before finally closing her eyes and sending it.

After changing out of her dress, Lin Mian lay down on the bed and waited for several minutes, but He Duoye did not reply.

She lay on the bed, opened the chat window and looked at it for a while, then couldn't help but wonder again if something had happened to He Duoye. But usually, He Duoye wouldn't reply to messages instantly; when he was busy, he might reply the next day.

Lin Mian had been nervous before because He Duoye was late in replying to her messages, but it turned out that she was just overthinking it.

But Lin Mian couldn't resist. She got out of bed and knocked on Mei Li's door.

She and Meili agreed not to lock the door at night in case of an accident and being unable to get into the house.

"How are you feeling right now?" Lin Mian asked.

Meili knew she was asking about Meizhu's condition. After a moment's observation, Meili said, "She seems perfectly normal... What's wrong?"

Lin Mian shook her head: "Maybe I'm overthinking it."