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

He Duoye is a beast, a pervert, and a complete scumbag!

Lin Mian looked at the altered bathroom. There were many handrails on the walls that she didn't understand the purpose of, but she knew that these handrails and supports were definitely not for helping the elderly take a bath.

She walked out of the bathroom, looked up, and stared at the ceiling behind the foot of the bed. There was a new thing there, something she couldn't name, that looked like a hook.

It can be raised and lowered.

Lin Mian was called out of her room by Mei Li at noon. Mei Li called a home beautician and had Lin Mian do a full-body treatment with her.

After they went to the Pearl Building together last time, Mei Li's attitude towards her improved a lot, and she no longer looked down at her with an arrogant chin.

It seemed as if he had opened his heart and accepted her as his new wife, the third wife.

During the skin care session, Meili sincerely advised her to take good care of her skin, pay attention to sun protection, and avoid getting acne, so that she could improve her skin condition.

At that moment, looking at the marks on Lin Mian's wrist that resembled strangulation marks and the hickeys on her neck, she said meaningfully, "These marks look better."

Lin Mian felt extremely uncomfortable listening to this.

Meili seemed to have a lot of experience and insights into this, and talked about it at length.

The beautician was giving her an oil back treatment. She lay face down, relaxed, her eyes half-closed, and said somewhat sleepily, "Neither my sister nor I expected that Third Master would have this kind of..."

She stopped abruptly, as if instantly snapping to attention, and shut her mouth.

Lin Mian had heard clearly, and she asked incredulously, "Didn't He Duoye have... been with you?"

Mei turned her face to the other side, snorted, and said arrogantly, "Don't show off in front of me, I won't be jealous of you."

Lin Mian: "..."

She finished her skincare routine while lost in thought.

When she returned to her bedroom, she found that the room had been renovated.

Now, as Lin Mian stared at the strange hook, He Duoye walked over with a tablet. He put his arm around Lin Mian from behind and showed her the page on the tablet.

It was all rope, in all sorts of materials, colors, and patterns.

"Choose a few," he said.

Lin Mian had a very bad feeling. She asked warily, "What are you going to do?"

Are they really going to tie her up and whip her?

She really is going to stab him to death!

He Duoye embraced her from behind, holding her slender body in his arms. This position gave him a strong sense of control, and He Duoye had always liked it.

"Tie you up." He cupped Lin Mian's chin in his hand, making her look up at the hooks on the ceiling. "Then hang me up."

Lin Mian: "...I'll fight you to the death!"

She snatched the tablet and swung it back at He Duoye.

He grabbed her wrist, quickly subduing her and holding her captive in his arms, asking, "Don't you like it?"

Lin Mian went berserk: "If you like, I can tie you up."

He Duoye chuckled, but his phone rang at that moment, interrupting his pleasant mood.

He took his phone and went to the terrace to answer it.

Lin Mian threw the tablet on the sofa, then looked at the ceiling, finding it terrifying no matter how she looked at it.

He Duoye was on the phone, and Lin Mian took out her phone to text Li Mingshao: "Where's the knife you said you'd send me?"

She really wanted to stab He Duoye to death.

Tonight, when he hangs her up, she'll die with him!

Li Mingshao replied quickly: "Didn't you receive it?"

Lin Mian: "?"

After a short while, Li Ming replied, "I'll ask around for you. It's possible that the person who handed it over had a problem."

Then he sent another message: "Why are you suddenly in such a hurry to need a knife? You're not really going to assassinate someone, are you?"

Lin Mian almost couldn't help but tell him her grand plan to stab He Duoye to death.

She stared at the terrace.

He Duoye leaned on the railing with his arms, his body slightly bent, but he was still very tall and upright, especially his legs, which were incredibly long.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, but it wasn't lit.

After Lin Mian told him not to smoke in her room, he never smoked in front of her again.

Suddenly, Lin Mian remembered that he had quit smoking because of her.

He Duoye hung up the phone and said to Lin Mian, "I have to go out for a bit. I'll come find you again tonight."

Lin Mian was glaring at him, but upon hearing those words, her eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze instantly cleared, revealing the secret joy that her scoundrel was finally gone.

"oh."

He Duoye curled his lips and smiled.

He waved his hand, then finally turned and left.

*

Lin Mian hoped that He Duoye wouldn't come back for the next few days, but God didn't pity this unlucky girl.

When Lin Mian was half asleep in the middle of the night, He Duoye picked her up from the bed.

Her mind was still foggy from just opening her eyes. She instinctively clung to He Duoye's shoulders, forgetting her awful actions during the day, and groggily asked, "You're back?"

He Duoye seemed to kiss the top of her head.

The light from the wall lamp shone on her, and Lin Mian instantly woke up: "What are you going to do?"

He Duoye carried her to the small living room outside: "Let's continue what we did during the day."

He bounced Lin Mian's bottom to show her a white box on the coffee table, then looked at Lin Mian's slightly flushed face and said, "The rope has arrived, Mianmian."

Lin Mian: "!"

"No!" She struggled to sit up, too flustered to notice the wicked look on He Duoye's face. "No...you, you haven't showered yet!"

In a panic, Lin Mian thought of an excuse to delay: "You smell of smoke, it's awful."

While he was taking a shower, she went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and killed him.

"Yes, we need to take a shower first." He steadily supported Lin Mian with his strong arms and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

It looks like they're going to wash it together.

Lin Mian grabbed his shoulders and struggled, twisting her waist: "I've already washed."

He Duoye lowered his head and sniffed her in a perverted way. Lin Mian's neck went numb, and she couldn't help but dodge. Then she was kissed again.

The nightgown she wore tonight had a long skirt but thin straps.

He Duoye's kiss landed on her shoulder skin, clear and hot. He carried Lin Mian into the bathroom, placed her on the washbasin, and stroked her waist with his palm through the cool, thin fabric, kissing her.

In a daze, Lin Mian suddenly thought of a way to solve the rope crisis.