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

When Lin Mian opened her eyes the next day, it was already noon. The other side of the bed was empty, and she didn't know if He Duoye had stayed at her place the night before.

After waking up for two seconds, Lin Mian first reached out and touched her buttocks. Fortunately, they felt normal.

However, there were more red marks on her wrists. The handcuffs would always rub against her skin when she struggled. Lin Mian pressed the marks, and they didn't hurt, but they looked serious.

Exhausted after most of the night, she was hungry and thirsty, but felt weak all over. Her lower body felt numb, which was a clear sign of kidney deficiency.

Lin Mian felt too tired to get out of bed. She took out her phone to check the time and was surprised to see an unread message from WeChat amidst the screen full of notifications.

After she got the new phone, no one sent her any messages; it was all random push notifications.

I opened the message; it was from He Duoye: "Are you awake?"

Lin Mian immediately felt grumpy upon waking up: "You've drained me dry, you scumbag."

He Duoye replied instantly: "Then I'm really awesome."

Lin Mian: "..."

She angrily threw a choking emoji at him.

He Duoye didn't reply. Lin Mian threw away her phone, fumed for a while, and was about to get up when the door clicked open.

The radiant, scumbag-like man pushed open the door and came in.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lin Mian's resentful face, and actually smiled, asking her, "Are you hungry?"

Lin Mian could hardly believe it: "I'm already like this, do you want me to die in your bed?"

He Duoye laughed heartily: "I was asking if you're hungry?"

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye first poured Lin Mian a glass of warm water, helped her up, and let her lean against him to drink. He had fed Lin Mian water like this last night, otherwise she would have been completely drained.

After drinking the water, he patiently asked Lin Mian what she wanted for breakfast, like a caring male servant.

This scene looks just like it used to be.

He Duoye also took good care of her. He seemed like an impatient and difficult person, but in reality, he was surprisingly patient. No matter how much Lin Mian bothered or ordered around, he wouldn't get angry, even though he often said hurtful things.

Lin Mian looked up at him, into his eyes. As their eyes met, Lin Mian had a fleeting, dreamlike feeling that they were still in love.

But that's not actually the case at all.

Lin Mian thought of the beautiful twins and suppressed the illusion in her heart.

"Don't be fooled by scumbags," she warned herself.

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He Duoye seemed to have started a vacation; he spent the whole day there and even slept in Lin Mian's room at night.

Fortunately, he didn't continue to torment Lin Mian that night.

After a good night's sleep, when Lin Mian woke up again, a heavy arm was pressing on her waist, and her back was warm; she was being held by He Duoye.

The arm that was pressing down on her waist was wrapped in white gauze.

Lin Mian glanced at it twice. He Duoye had been so annoying these past two days that it was hard to spare any kindness to care about his wounds.

He Duoye seems to have always been like this, completely indifferent to his own body. Whether he's sick or injured, he doesn't care or even bother to deal with it.

He seemed content just to be alive.

In the past, when Lin Mian was in charge of him, he would hand his injured parts to her and ask her to treat them.

Pulling He Duoye's hand away, Lin Mian got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

There are many skincare products on the washstand, and two neat rows of expensive face masks.

Lin Mian pulled her hair back, washed her face, and looked at face masks for a while. Many of them were brands she didn't recognize and had foreign languages. She was struggling to decide which one to choose when she heard her phone vibrate on the bedside table.

It was He Duoye calling.

Lin Mian heard him say a single word in a hoarse and impatient voice: "Speak."

Lin Mian casually tore open a face mask, surprised to find it was black. Without hesitation, she carefully applied it to her face. He Duoye's call was brief; he didn't say much, but Lin Mian heard him say in a deep voice, "I understand."

The outside quieted down, and then Lin Mian heard the click of a lighter, followed by a strong smell of smoke wafting over.

He Duoye sat on the edge of the bed smoking. He hadn't slept well these past few days and had a headache.

He was smoking irritably when two pale feet came into view in his lowered gaze.

"No smoking in my bedroom."

He Duoye looked up and saw Lin Mian's dark face, with only the area around her eyes, nose and mouth being white. When she spoke, the mask and her lips moved up and down together.

Like a funny, bumbling robber.

He Duoye suddenly laughed and said lazily, "What are you doing? Are you trying to rape me?"

He casually stubbed out his cigarette on the bedside table, leaving a black burn mark on the milky-white surface.

Lin Mian instantly flew into a rage, grabbed a pillow, and slammed it against He Duoye's head: "Don't you have any sense of public decency? You owe me my bedside table!"

He Duoye grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

"Okay, I'll get you a new one." He Duoye rested his chin on Lin Mian's shoulder, stared at her black face mask for a couple of seconds, and said, "I want to put on a face mask too."

These words instantly reminded Lin Mian of things from the past.

One day, Lin Mian bought a face mask that didn't work well. While she was applying the mask, she saw He Duoye lounging on the sofa playing on his phone, so she applied one for him as well.

He Duoye was too lazy to move, so he just lay there and let Lin Mian do whatever she wanted.

Lin Mian knelt on him like a beauty salon attendant, holding his head and applying a face mask to him.

It was the first time Lin Mian had done something like this, and she found it quite fun. She carefully smoothed out the edges of the face mask.

She stared at it for a while, then suddenly realized, "I didn't expect you to have such a small face."

Lin Mian curiously touched his warm face, then looked up to see He Duoye raising an eyebrow and staring at her: "Trying to take advantage of me?"

"Do you still have any advantage for me to take?" Lin Mian cupped his face and shook it from side to side. "You're worthless now."

He Duoye grabbed her waist and pressed her into his arms. Lin Mian was afraid that her face mask would fall off, so she struggled.

In the end, Lin Mian sat in his lap, and while waiting for the face mask to finish, they played a mini-game together.

After that, every time He Duoye saw Lin Mian applying a face mask, he would want to join her, but his skin was too thick and it didn't help. So Lin Mian bought him a bunch of cheap face masks, which caused him to break out in a huge pimple.

now--

Lin Mian tore off the face mask and held it in both hands.

He Duoye sat on the edge of the bed like a lord, wearing a slightly disheveled bathrobe, his two muscular thighs spread apart, with Lin Mian standing in the middle.

He tilted his head back, waiting for Lin Mian to put the face mask on for him.

Lin Mian lowered her eyelashes, cupped He Duoye's face, and carefully applied the face mask to his eyes. When she reached his eyebrow area, she noticed that He Duoye had dark circles under his eyes.

They both went to bed early last night.

Lin Mian's fingertip stopped below his eye socket, and with a slight lift of her eyes, she met his gaze.

He Duoye's features were deep and sharp, but his gaze was gentle at this moment, and he even smiled the instant he met Lin Mian's eyes.

Lin Mian curled her fingertips, looked away, and that illusion returned.

As she lowered her eyelashes, hesitating whether to ask something, He Duoye pulled her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap, his warm chest enveloping her.

He Duoye rubbed his face, which was covered by a face mask, against Lin Mian's neck, annoyingly smearing the essence from the mask on her, and then said something even more annoying.

"I'm hard."

Lin Mian: "..."

She hardened up too, and her fists hardened.