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

She locked her phone with a click, pretended she hadn't done anything, and grabbed her pillow to go to sleep.

He Duoye reached out and pulled Lin Mian into his arms.

He said lazily, "Want to chat with me?"

Lin Mian: "..."

After a two-second silence, she made the compromise.

"Hmm, do you want to chat?"

"Let's chat." He Duoye pressed his stiff chin against Lin Mian's head, hugging her tightly, almost clinging to her. "Then let's start by talking about your ten ex-boyfriends and blind date partners."

He asked, "Have you finished filling out the form for your ex-boyfriends?"

Lin Mian: "..."

She made that up, but now she's in a bind.

If she admits it's fabricated, she'll lose to her ex-boyfriend; but if she doesn't, the conversation simply won't go on.

Lin Mian was caught in a fierce internal struggle.

Finally, she made up her mind and admitted in a low voice, "Actually, I didn't have ten ex-boyfriends. I made it up..."

After she finished speaking, there was no response from behind.

That bastard He Duoye, he's actually asleep!!!

Ahhhhh!

Lin Mian was furious. She turned over and kicked He Duoye hard, waking him up.

He Duoye grabbed Lin Mian's ankle and pulled her down to his feet with a little force.

His voice was so clear that it didn't sound like someone who had ever been asleep: "Since you're still so energetic, let's do some nighttime exercise."

Who wants to exercise with you?! You damn scumbag!

In the end, it was still done.

Her struggling wrists were grabbed by He Duoye's hand and pressed above her head, leaving her no choice but to be completely possessed by him.

After finishing, Lin Mian lay exhausted on her stomach.

He Duoye pulled out a pair of handcuffs from somewhere, cuffed her hands behind her back, then picked her up and pinned her against the wall.

She could only drift along, leaning against He Duoye's chest, tears streaming down her face.

The babbling water soaked the pillow completely.

She didn't know how she eventually fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, she was woken up by her phone ringing. She barely opened her eyes and saw He Duoye already up, shirtless, sitting on the edge of the bed answering the phone.

Lin Mian slowly regained consciousness and stared at He Duoye's back.

The room was lit by a bright, soft bedside lamp, the light clearly illuminating the scars on He Duoye's back. They were mostly small, fragmented scars of varying lengths, as if he had rolled through a sea of ​​knives and fire.

Besides his left scapula, near his spine, there was a very noticeable circular scar. Although he had never seen anything like it before, Lin Mian could recognize it at a glance as a gunshot wound.

His right arm was wrapped in a bandage of snow-white gauze, and it seemed that the wound inside was not just a "scratch" as Li Mingshao had said.

She was in a daze when He Duoye, who had already hung up the phone, noticed that Lin Mian was awake and touched her face.

His tone and actions were very affectionate: "Want to sleep a little longer?"

Lin Mian was not fully awake yet, staring blankly at He Duoye.

He Duoye pinched her cheek: "Remember that safe in your room?"

Lin Mian nodded, then asked, bewildered, "What's inside?"

He Duoye suddenly laughed: "Password 1314520, go back and check it yourself... If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be back tomorrow night."

He stroked Lin Mian's chin with his fingertips, his smile revealing a lack of pretense.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing how you do."

Lin Mian: "...?"

*

The next day, Lin Mian returned to the manor with Mei Zhu.

Meizhu picked her up from the room. While taking the elevator, Lin Mian encountered several strangers and felt that their gazes were subtly fixed on her wrist.

Lin Mian looked down; on her fair and slender wrists, there were marks from the handcuffs she had worn the night before.

It's quite obvious; it looks like it's just been abused.

She quietly hid her wrist behind her back.

Meizhu's personality is completely different from Meili's. She looks aloof, but she is also very gentle and tolerant, and she is very polite and courteous to Lin Mian.

After the two got into the car, she asked Lin Mian about the injury on her face with concern, and also told Lin Mian some things to pay attention to in the future at the club.

The club was a mixed bag of people, and one could easily get into trouble if one wasn't careful. She told Lin Mian to remember to bring a bodyguard with her next time, or to stay with her and Mei Li, and not to be alone.

Lin Mian wrote it all down.

Remembering Uncle Kang Nuo and Uncle Ji Xiang who had helped bring her out, she asked curiously, "Sister Mei Zhu, isn't Uncle Ji Xiang... one of He Duoye's men?"

Meizhu nodded, a look of disgust appearing on her usually cool and gentle face: "He was sent by Third Master's father to take care of Third Master's daily life, but while he was indeed taking care of him, he was also indeed monitoring him."

He Duoye knew this, but it was difficult to handle, because even if they sent Uncle Jixiang away, there would be another Uncle Laifu. It was better to keep this one who was visible on the surface.

Lin Mian understood; it seemed He Duoye really did not have a good relationship with his family. Because Meizhu was gentle, patient, and easy to talk to, Lin Mian couldn't help but ask again.

Have you met He Duoye's mother?

Meizhu turned to look at Lin Mian, but asked in return, "Have you seen him before?"

Lin Mian shook her head, thought for a moment, and then said to Meizhu, "He rarely mentions his past."

Meizhu understood. She said, "When you're with him, all you need to do is obey."

Lin Mian leaned against the car window, feeling somewhat dejected. Outside, the scenery was unfamiliar, oppressive, and gloomy. She looked up and felt that all the street scenes were blurry and distant.

Back at the manor, Uncle Jixiang and the maids were already waiting in front of the main gate.

After Lin Mian and Mei Zhu got out of the car, he walked over kindly and asked if they needed anything.

Lin Mian was preoccupied with the mysterious safe, so she shook her head and walked into the room.

Back in her room, she closed the door, went straight to the safe, and entered the password He Duoye had given her. During this time, several possible items popped into Lin Mian's mind, and she even considered jokes like "wrong password," after all, He Duoye had a "long history" of teasing her.

"Beep—" Password correct.

The tightly closed cabinet door automatically popped open a crack.

Lin Mian gripped the handle, a surge of tension welling up inside her. Holding her breath, she slowly opened the door, and then she saw a cabinet full of—"surprises".

Inside was a cabinet full of alphabet tools, all in a soft pink color.

The first thing you see is a row of handcuffs, whips, clappers shaped like cat paws, and ribbons.

The items below were so varied and dazzling that they were almost unbearable to look at.

Lin Mian was stunned for several seconds. After she came to her senses, her face turned red with anger, and her anger seemed to be turning into a jet of steam from the top of her head.

She slammed the cabinet door shut.

He turned around, took out his phone, and sent He Duoye a series of angry question marks.

He Duoye did not reply.

Lin Mian then sent him a row of knives, a row of bombs, a row of cursing emoticons, and finally a row of "You're dead" friendly smiles and a row of shit.

Once her anger subsided, Lin Mian remembered He Duoye's earlier words about looking forward to her performance.

She jumped up suddenly, feeling like the sky was about to fall.

My ex-boyfriend, who has evolved into a pervert after our breakup, is about to start acting pervertedly towards her!