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

To prove she hadn't aged a bit and was still a youthful and beautiful girl, Lin Mian bit down hard on He Duoye's shoulder. She really bit down hard, feeling like she was about to bite a piece off He Duoye's trapezius muscle.

The next second, Lin Mian began to waver, afraid that she might have used too much force... But if she just let go like that, wouldn't she look cowardly?

Moreover, He Duoye is really annoying.

In recent years, he has not only become more muscular and sexy, but he has also become more shameless and powerful.

What if she bites him and makes him angry, and then he hangs her up and feeds her to the tiger?

As Lin Mian was struggling internally, she suddenly felt He Duoye's hand, still on the back of her head, rubbing her head.

She lay on top of He Duoye, and he just lay there with his other hand on her lower back.

The surroundings were quiet and the lights were bright. For a moment, Lin Mian seemed to have returned to the past.

She returned to those times when she and He Duoye would hug each other and space out after they finished arguing and fighting in bed.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her thoughts became jumbled. Lin Mian loosened her teeth, swallowed hard, and was about to say something when He Duoye suddenly turned to one side.

He held Lin Mian's slender body tightly in his arms, his hand moving downwards without any restraint.

"You need to get a checkup, ex-girlfriend."

Lin Mian: "..."

She's just too soft-hearted.

That bastard should be bitten to death!

Lin Mian wanted to run again, but it was too late.

She was not only examined, but also forced to examine her ex-boyfriend.

After being tormented for most of the night, she drifted off to sleep, only to have nightmares all night about being suffocated by snakes.

When Lin Mian woke up, He Duoye was no longer by her bedside.

She lay on the bed for a while, feeling even more exhausted. Not only did she have a sore back and headache, but she also felt weak all over and her legs were uncomfortable.

Lin Mian stared at the exquisite ceiling.

He Duoye, that guy, has had this urgency and ferocity these past two nights, like he hasn't eaten meat in a long time. It's a lot like... she just went to university, they were separated for a month, and then it happened to be her period.

Nearly forty days later, He Duoye was starving.

But how could that be?

He clearly keeps a pair of beautiful, sexy twins on his estate.

It's more likely just a passing fancy.

After all, their bodies have always been very compatible.

Lin Mian struggled to her feet, determined to leave this awful place as soon as possible and get rid of this damned ex-boyfriend.

Never think about it again.

Lin Mian struggled to put her legs on the ground. As soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy and her head ached.

She slumped onto the bed, belatedly realizing that she was sick.

I touched my forehead, and it was indeed burning hot.

No wonder she felt so weak; it wasn't just because she was physically exhausted...

After leaning against the bed for a while and regaining some strength, Lin Mian finally propped herself up and walked unsteadily to the door.

Fortunately, she ran into the cleaning maid as soon as she opened the door.

"I have a fever," Lin Mian said. "Could you please give me some water and..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Mian's vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The maid rushed over to help her up, while calling out for help.

After a flurry of activity, Lin Mian was quickly taken to the medical room for basic examinations. She had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing rapidly.

The family doctor guessed that the cause of her illness might be that she had been traveling and working hard recently, getting caught in the rain, being frightened, and being forced to move to a completely unfamiliar country. Her body couldn't handle it and she developed a fever.

It's also possible that she contracted some virus while traveling, which lay dormant for a few days before suddenly flaring up.

The family doctor gave her an IV drip of fever reducer and drew a vial of blood to take to the hospital for testing.

"Let's observe whether the fever goes down. If it does, then everything is fine... I'll bring the blood test results back this evening."

Uncle Jixiang, who had been following closely behind, said gently, "Okay, thank you for your help."

Seeing Lin Mian sleeping peacefully while receiving an IV drip, Uncle Jixiang went outside and took out his phone. Just then, he saw Meizhu walking over.

"Miss Meizhu," Uncle Jixiang said politely and respectfully.

Meizhu nodded slightly, walked past Uncle Jixiang into the room, and said in a cool and calm tone, "I've come to see her."

"Okay." After watching Meizhu go into the house, Uncle Jixiang picked up his phone again, walked to a corner, and dialed He Duoye's number.

"explain."

"Third Young Master, Miss Lin suddenly fainted just now and has a fever of 39 degrees Celsius. She is currently receiving intravenous fluids," Uncle Jixiang reported in detail.

"Miss Meizhu is visiting her right now. Would you like to come back and see her? We still don't know if her illness is caused by an infection, or if her fever will break today."

He Duoye chuckled, his tone lazy and arrogant, seemingly lacking sincerity.

"Of course I had to come back to see her. She's my beloved first love. You take good care of her for me. If she gets hurt or anything happens to her again, I'll hang you up, cut you into pieces, and use you as manure."

After saying that, the call was immediately disconnected.

Uncle Jixiang looked at his phone, his ever-kind and benevolent face now appearing somewhat cold.

At that moment, Meizhu came out of the room.

Uncle Jixiang looked up and resumed his usual smile: "Miss Meizhu."

Meizhu nodded slightly, then left directly, seemingly only having come to take a look.

*

Lin Mian fell into a deep sleep.

Occasionally, she would be briefly awakened due to discomfort, only to fall back into a deep sleep. Intermittently, she began to dream.

I dreamt about when I was sick in high school.

Lin Mian has always been in good health; she rarely even catches a cold. The only time she had a severe high fever was because of an outbreak of infectious influenza at school, and her deskmate was infected.

Because of her good health, she didn't pay attention at first, thinking that her excellent resistance would prevent her from getting sick.

As a result, I started to get a headache while doing my homework that night.

She initially thought she was just sleepy, so she propped her forehead up and forced herself to continue doing her homework. It was He Duoye, who was lying on the bed next to her playing video games, who first noticed that something was wrong with her.

He Duoye always had a high body temperature, and his palms were always warm.

But that time, when his palm touched her, Lin Mian actually felt a little cold.

"You have a fever," He Duoye said. "Don't do your homework."

He picked Lin Mian up like a chick, pinching her under the armpits, and carried her to the bed. He then touched her burning forehead and wrists, frowning as he asked, "Do you have any fever reducers at home?"

Lin Mian felt her head hurt even more, and her throat started to feel dry and painful.

"Downstairs, in that wooden cabinet."

He Duoye said, "Wait."

He had been visiting Lin Mian's house frequently during this period and was very familiar with its layout, so he immediately went downstairs.

Lin Mian lay there in a daze, and before long, He Duoye returned.

He first fed Lin Mian a cup of warm cold medicine.

"Didn't you know that all the fever reducers in your house have expired?" He Duoye frowned, his already fierce face looking even more unapproachable, as if he was very angry.

"You stay at home, I'll go find you some medicine."

Perhaps being sick really does make people more vulnerable. Even though He Duoye looked terrible at the moment, Lin Mian still grabbed him when she saw him about to leave.

"I don't want to be home alone."

Her house was so empty and quiet.

When she first arrived here, she would sometimes have paranoid thoughts when she couldn't sleep at night. She worried that if she accidentally died at home because she lived alone, people would probably only find out when she started to decompose.

At that time, she will immediately become the focus of everyone's attention.

But now that she's really sick, all she wants is to avoid dying alone and miserable at home.

A home alone feels so empty, so quiet, and so dark, as if the whole world has abandoned it in a corner.

He Duoye tucked her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear.

"You've become clingy since you got sick," he said, still with that unhappy look on his face. "Fine, I'll reluctantly carry you on my back."