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

Lin Mian has nothing now.

He Duoye seemed very kind: "How about I provide one for you? Tell me about your ten ex-boyfriends, and I'll agree."

Lin Mian: "..."

She was prepared to write it in a hard style.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke: "The first one is a senior from university..."

He Duoye interrupted her: "Oh, when did you start dating?"

"Anyway, it was after we broke up."

He Duoye stared at her, then asked, "What's his name?"

Lin Mian casually made up a name, but He Duoye didn't follow up by asking how old the person was. Instead, he asked about her second ex-boyfriend. Lin Mian continued making up names... but when she got to the fifth one, she couldn't make any more.

He Duoye looked at her and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Continue."

Seeing his expression, Lin Mian knew he had already guessed she was lying.

This whole thing was just a prank on her, just like her previous awful personality.

But Lin Mian still didn't want to admit that she was lying, and didn't want to be outdone by He Duoye, so she simply said, "There are too many people, I can't remember them all. I'll make a list for you tomorrow."

He Duoye smiled immediately and nodded, "Okay, I'll be waiting."

Since the topic has come to this, Lin Mian asked, "Zhang Zhiwen...did you really lock him up with the wolfhounds?"

He Duoye's smile slowly faded, revealing a cold sharpness that Lin Mian was unfamiliar with, like a wolf suddenly on guard. But soon he revealed that unfathomable smile again.

"You want to plead for him?"

Lin Mian didn't reply immediately.

She wasn't having a blissful breakdown; she was simply willing to say a few words to ensure Zhang Zhiwen's safe return home. After all, it was just a matter of a few words.

"Okay," He Duoye said. "Since you want to save him, go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow, I'll let you see him."

He placed his entire palm against Lin Mian's slender nape, a gesture of great control. With just a slight exertion, Lin Mian had no choice but to obediently bend down and lower her head.

She instinctively placed her hand on He Duoye's shoulder.

He Duoye kissed her, held her lips in his mouth, and bit her again, making Lin Mian feel a little pain.

"Get well soon, I don't like you being sick." He said this with his nose close to Lin Mian's, sounding like a lover's tender concern.

But Lin Mian knew that wasn't the case.

I don't like her being sick; it's more likely that it will affect her sleeping with me.

But the thought of He Duoye sleeping with other people and then sleeping with her made her feel disgusted.

Seeing her furrowed brow, He Duoye suddenly asked, "Are you going to check up on me?"

Lin Mian was taken aback.

Checking on someone is something He Duoye personally taught Lin Mian.

That happened during Lin Mian's second semester of freshman year.

She and He Duoye's school were not in the same district, so they could only spend time together on weekends and holidays. The house they rented was in the residential area behind Linmian School.

Initially, He Duoye would come over whenever he had free time, and the first thing he would do upon arriving was to drag Lin Mian onto the bed.

Lin Mian was very dissatisfied, feeling that He Duoye had only come to see her for a purpose and did not love her at all.

Of course, that wasn't the original quote. Lin Mian doesn't remember exactly what was said, but that last sentence was definitely not included.

贺夺野这个狗逼，嘴硬又欠揍，林眠才不会跟他说谁爱谁的事呢。

So the next time He Duoye came over, he just took Lin Mian grocery shopping, cooking, playing games and watching TV together, and occasionally supervised Lin Mian's homework. He didn't mention the adult world at all, and they didn't even kiss.

His sudden change of attitude made Lin Mian wonder if he had been having sex outside.

Lin Mian was so angry that she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. In the pitch black of the night, she sat up and stared at He Duoye's profile with a deep, unsettling gaze.

My mind is filled with thoughts like, "You despicable scumbag, how can you sleep like this?"

She stared at He Duoye, torn between checking his phone and directly wielding a knife against him.

He Duoye laughed at this moment. He hadn't fallen asleep at all; he had been listening to the opera with his eyes closed.

He pulled Lin Mian into his arms, lowered his head to kiss her, and wasn't angry at being bitten so hard; instead, he was overjoyed. Then, in a very lewd and shameless manner, he placed his hand on Lin Mian's buttocks and patted it.

I asked her, "You don't trust me? Why don't you check up on me?"

Lin Mian, her face cold, threw He Duoye's hand away and pinched him hard. Just as she was about to say that she didn't care to look at her phone, He Duoye grabbed Lin Mian's hand and placed it somewhere.

"Check if I've done anything to betray you these past few days."

……

He Duoye picked up Lin Mian and took her to the bathroom to wash her hands.

The cool water washed over their intertwined fingers. Lin Mian looked at his hands, which were more mature and larger than before, and then looked up at him and her embracing in the mirror. She suddenly felt a little dazed.

He Duoye rested his chin intimately on her shoulder, his bangs falling down, a look she recognized.

"He Duoye," Lin Mian said.

He Duoye lazily hummed in agreement, playfully rubbing Lin Mian's fingers.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" she asked.

He Duoye didn't even look up, continuing to pinch Lin Mian's fingertips: "What did you say?"

Lin Mian opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He Duoye turned off the tap and dried Lin Mian's hands: "You should go to sleep early, baby. You'll have better dreams when you're asleep."

Lin Mian: "..."

You should just die, you scumbag!

He Duoye picked up Lin Mian, tucked her into the blanket, patted her a couple of times perfunctorily as if coaxing a child, and then got up and left.

They had their fun and left immediately.

Lin Mian was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night.

The next morning, she did not see He Duoye. According to Uncle Jixiang, He Duoye had urgent business to attend to and left the manor in the middle of the night.

In the evening, Uncle Jixiang led Lin Mian out of the bedroom.

Lin Mian finally stepped out of the villa and saw the vast scenery of the manor, which was comparable to a garden.

They entered through another side door of the villa.

Lin Mian looked up and could see the tiger enclosure in the distance, with the platform where she had once been suspended standing right next to it. The faint scent of the "zoo" that she remembered so vividly wafted through the air.

A male servant drove up in a small sightseeing vehicle and carried Lin Mian and Uncle Jixiang across the grassland where tigers were kept.

Halfway there, several tiger roars suddenly came from afar, startling Lin Mian so much that she couldn't help but turn around and look.

The weather isn't good today. The sky is overcast, and the air is humid and stuffy, looking like it's going to rain.

Lin Mian looked at the sky, feeling uneasy, and asked Uncle Jixiang, "Where are you taking me?"

Uncle Jixiang said, "It should be taking you hunting."

"Hunting?" Lin Mian asked, puzzled. "Hunting what?"

Uncle Jixiang looked at Lin Mian with a complicated expression, seemingly hesitant about whether to tell her the truth. His expression made Lin Mian even more uneasy.

The sightseeing bus began to slow down and was about to stop.

Uncle Jixiang said softly, "Not long ago, the young master had someone bring out your blind date."

Lin Mian was taken aback.

So, is she hunting down potential blind dates?

The sightseeing bus stopped.

This is a large, ordinary open space. A few dozen meters ahead, there is a forest that gradually grows from sparse to dense. Next to it is a fairly large artificial pond, with a stilted house standing by the water and two henchmen standing at the door.

Lin Mian was led by one of them up the side stairs to the second floor of the stilted building. They pushed open a door to a spacious terrace.

He Duoye was already there, standing with his back to Lin Mian beside a large wooden table.

On the table, there was a neat row of guns.

Lin Mian stopped in her tracks.

He Duoye turned to the side, looked at Lin Mian's nervous and uneasy appearance, smiled, and beckoned: "What are you afraid of? Come here."

Lin Mian carefully walked over, but He Duoye grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the table, gesturing for her to "pick a handgun."

"What are we going to do?" Looking at so many guns and ammunition up close, and feeling as if she could smell the cold stench of firearms, Lin Mian became even more nervous.

"Let me show you how to play games," He Duoye said, picking up a small gun.

He deftly removed the magazine, checked the bullets, and then cocked it with a click. The black gun twirled in his long, strong fingers, the grip pointing towards Lin Mian.

"Take it, try firing a shot."

Lin Mian curled her fingers, feeling both curious and afraid of the guns.

This should have been something far removed from her world.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Mian gripped the gun. It felt heavy in her hand, the grip was hard and a little cool. She imitated the scene from television, holding the gun as she did.

Below the terrace is an open space the size of a playground, and in the distance, at the far end, is a dense grove of small trees.

The open ground was uneven, with sparse weeds and stones. Lin Mian pointed his gun at a clump of weeds.

At this moment, He Duoye walked behind Lin Mian. His tall body easily enveloped Lin Mian's slender body, and his hot chest was faintly touching her back.

Lin Mian's hand trembled slightly, but He Duoye grabbed it again.

His warm, large hand enveloped Lin Mian's hand, allowing her to grip the gun firmly and straighten her arm.

He asked Lin Mian, "Where are you looking?"

Lin Mian said awkwardly, "That clump of weeds."

There were several patches of wild grass in the open space, but He Duoye immediately knew which one Lin Mian was aiming at.

He took Lin Mian's hand, slightly adjusted its position, and pressed his rough fingertips against Lin Mian's index finger, then pulled the trigger with a "click".

The deafening gunshots and the powerful recoil struck simultaneously.

Lin Mian instinctively closed her eyes for a moment. Her arm was firmly supported by He Duoye, and the recoil only made her shoulder move slightly.

The bullet hit the weeds with pinpoint accuracy, kicking up a cloud of dust.

But this accuracy was brought by He Duoye; Lin Mian had never used a gun before, so she couldn't possibly hit it herself.

He Duoye's sudden decision to take her shooting with a pistol was definitely not for fun, but for hunting.

As for the target of her hunt... it's probably her blind date.

He Duoye lowered his eyes and glanced at Lin Mian's face. He didn't see the fear and tension he had just shown. He said, "Don't get distracted. Continue."