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

When Lin Mian's fever subsided to 38 degrees Celsius, she woke up for a while.

A female nurse was sitting by the bed. When she saw that she had woken up, she asked her in a heavily accented voice if she wanted to eat something.

Lin Mian's eyelids were burning and painful from the fever. She rolled her swollen eyes and looked around.

She was in an unfamiliar room, like a private hospital room, with some basic equipment, but nothing else.

Lin Mian drank some water, ate a bowl of porridge, and then went to the bathroom.

She lay back down, her head still throbbing, feeling groggy. The curtains were half-open, letting in a sliver of light at the foot of the bed.

Lin Mian could see a glimpse of the outside through the window: a dense forest with a road running across it.

Occasionally, a vehicle will speed by on the road.

Lin Mian stared at it for a while, then, with a persistent headache, closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

She didn't want to dream about the past anymore.

Lin Mian slept very lightly. Many things flashed through her mind, but they were all blurry. Her body felt hot and cold intermittently.

In her half-awake state, she seemed to sense someone coming to her bedside.

The man placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

Lin Mian was suddenly awakened from her dream. She opened her eyes and saw a somewhat familiar face—it was her family doctor.

He smiled at Lin Mian and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Lin Mian lowered her gaze and felt around. Her body felt sticky, but her head didn't hurt as much anymore.

"You still have a slight fever. Your blood test results are in, and it's not the flu... You got sick this time because you were too tired, and your body couldn't handle it. You need to rest more in the next few days."

The doctor asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like some food?"

Lin Mian nodded.

Her illness came on quickly and went away just as fast. Her fever subsided by the second day, but she felt weak and listless afterward.

She lay in the medical room until evening. After dinner, Uncle Jixiang took her back to his bedroom to rest.

The villa was so big that Lin Mian wasn't even familiar with the way back. As she was looking at the oil paintings on the wall, Uncle Jixiang said, "When you were sick and receiving an IV drip, I called the young master, and he promised to come back to see you."

Lin Mian paused, recalling her hazy memories, and asked casually, "Oh, did he come back?"

Uncle Jixiang shook his head: "Although the young master agreed, he may be too busy... But he cares about you. He said you are his beloved first love."

Lin Mian listened without any expression.

Uncle Jixiang suddenly turned around, looked at Lin Mian, and asked, "You seem to disagree with this."

Lin Mian said, "In his list of favorites, I can only rank third."

Uncle Jixiang smiled and said, "But to him, you're different from everyone else, aren't you?"

Will it happen?

Lin Mian didn't know.

She didn't want to continue the conversation, so she asked, "Hasn't he come back yet?"

Uncle Jixiang paused for two seconds before saying, "I'm back. I'm with Miss Meizhu."

Lin Mian: Ha, men.

Lin Mian returned to her room and took a shower. Her head was a little dizzy, and even after taking a shower, she felt tired.

I slept all day again today, I don't know if I'll be able to fall asleep later.

After putting on comfortable pajamas, Lin Mian slowly dried her hair and then began to examine the dazzling array of skincare products on the washstand.

All of these are high-end brands that she couldn't afford on her own; this pile alone would probably cost six figures.

"Why not use it?" Lin Mian wiped her face and neck, then applied body lotion as well.

She opened the bathroom door, smelling wonderful, but as soon as she stepped out, she stopped abruptly.

An uninvited guest was lying in her bed.

He Duoye, dressed in a black bathrobe, his long, powerful legs crossed, his muscular chest half-exposed, was playing on his phone, lying on the bed with such arrogance and naturalness.

"You're sick and you're taking such a long bath?" He Duoye looked up at her, his expression seemingly sarcastic. "You don't take care of your body at all. If you get sick again, it'll be my loss."

Lin Mian felt miserable, having to endure her hateful scumbag ex-boyfriend while she was sick.

"Weren't you in Meizhu's room? What are you doing here?"

Surely you wouldn't want to sleep with one person and then want to sleep with a second one?

It's really annoying.

He Duoye leaned against the headboard and beckoned to her: "Come here."

Lin Mian didn't move, showing no desire to get closer.

He Duoye looked at her for two seconds, then smiled and slowly sat up, his long legs stepping on the carpet. He must have been working out his muscles over the years; the muscles in his calves and thighs were clearly defined and exuded a fierce, explosive power.

Her bathrobe was slightly open, and her pose was both sassy and seductive.

He looked at Lin Mian. Because of his prominent bone structure, deep and sharp eyebrows and eyes, his ambiguous smile gave people an unfathomable sense of danger.

"Do you want me to come and arrest you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lin Mian knew he was really capable of doing it, but she still took a step and walked over.

She stopped in front of He Duoye, who grabbed her wrist and pulled her between his legs.

He raised his hand and touched Lin Mian's forehead, as if to check her temperature.

Lin Mian lowered her eyes and saw He Duoye looking into her eyes; their gazes met.

It is said that eye contact is a spiritual communication that transcends language; it can penetrate language and physical distance, creating an intimate illusion of soul merging.

It seemed that at this moment, in this quiet space, his eyes were only on her.

He Duoye's large palm rested on half of Lin Mian's face, his slender fingers tracing across her soft earlobe, as if supporting her head.

He tilted his head back and kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, Lin Mian snapped out of her daze and turned her head away.

"Don't kiss me with the lips you just kissed someone else."

He Duoye's fingers brushed against Lin Mian's earlobe: "How do you know I've kissed someone else? Did you see it?"

Lin Mian: "...Didn't you just go to your master bedroom?"

He Duoye smiled and said, "First wife, you're quite good at naming things."

Lin Mian glared at him.

This scumbag is so annoying. Is this the time to be agonizing over names like "first wife," "second wife," and "third wife"?

"I went to her room." He Duoye played with Lin Mian's hair. "Are you jealous?"

I wouldn't call it jealousy, because it felt like I'd eaten... well, never mind, I won't use that word to describe myself.

Lin Mian went straight to the point: "Your condition for taking me home is that I sleep with you, right?"

He Duoye looked at her without saying a word.

Lin Mian said, "I don't know how long you want me to stay with you, but I hope that during this time you won't have any relationships with other women."

He Duoye remained unmoved: "Trying to negotiate with me? What are your conditions?"

Lin Mian was speechless.

Yes, how could she forget?

She and he are no longer in a relationship as they were four years ago.

They're now in a relationship between a bastard mob boss and a weak victim; she should just obey.

The thought of He Duoye going back and forth between several women is truly disgusting.

Lin Mian was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you want?"

He Duoye stroked Lin Mian's neck, and asked in a possessive and ambiguous tone, "What do you have now, Mianmian?"