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

"I haven't decided on a safe keyword yet!"

Alphabet games are not entirely without rules; they have limitations and conventions to prevent one party from going too far and causing harm.

Lin Mian pushed He Duoye away. Her eyes lit up when she thought of a solution. Her clear black and white pupils were bright and sparkling as she looked at him.

"I need to set a safe word for myself first." Fearing He Duoye wouldn't agree, Lin Mian said bravely, "Otherwise, you can kill me and I won't play anymore."

He Duoye braced his arms against the washbasin, his broad body forming a semi-circle that completely enclosed Lin Mian within the range of his arms.

He tilted his head slightly, and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, giving off an air of menacing wickedness.

His expression seemed to suggest that Lin Mian was naive.

"You're on my turf. If I want to tie you up, you'll have no choice but to let me tie you up." His rough knuckles brushed against Lin Mian's soft cheek. "Whether you play or not isn't up to you, Mianmian."

Lin Mian gripped the cold sink, her lips, moistened from the kiss, pressed tightly together.

She had completely forgotten that the He Duoye of today was no longer the boyfriend she could throw tantrums at more than four years ago.

The person in front of me is my ex-boyfriend (in parentheses, the super scumbag and perverted version).

"However," He Duoye touched her face, raising the corners of his eyes, his cold brown pupils revealing a glassy, ​​transparent quality, "I can go along with you because you're my first love and ex-girlfriend."

He said, "Tell me, what's your safe word?"

Three words flashed through Lin Mian's mind, but she dared not say them.

He Duoye didn't wait. He walked out of the bathroom and came back with handcuffs in his hand.

Lin Mian suddenly remembered the fear of being handcuffed, with nowhere to escape, and being forced to rub against He Duoye in despair.

She tried to dodge, but He Duoye grabbed her wrist and cuffed one hand with a click.

Lin Mian originally dared not use those three words, but now she had no hesitation at all.

She bravely uttered those three words: "You are a dog."

He Duoye paused, then slowly raised his eyes and brows: "Are you a dog?"

Looking at the lingering marks on her wrist, and thinking about the rope outside and the hook on the ceiling, Lin Mian, in a fit of desperation, suddenly became bolder: "Yes, you're a dog."

None of the things they did were humane; what else could they be but a dog?

She was already being lenient by not calling him a scumbag.

"Okay." He Duoye nodded, surprisingly accepting. He then handcuffed Lin Mian's other hand as well. "I'm a dog."

After saying that, he suddenly turned away and walked out of the bathroom.

Lin Mian was sitting on the washbasin, one of the shoulder straps of her robe had fallen off, revealing her snow-white and slender shoulder. She was trying to jump off the washbasin when He Duoye returned, holding a white lace ribbon in his hand.

He blindfolded Lin Mian.

"What are you doing?" The lace ribbon was only slightly translucent, and she could only see a blurry shadow.

He Duoye was tall and dressed in black. In Lin Mian's blurry world, he was like an unmissable shadow. She instinctively focused all her attention on this shadow.

The white lace ribbon was pure and beautiful, covering Lin Mian's small face. She looked up at He Duoye with her small face, her expression just like the ribbon on her eyebrows.

Soft, pure, and beautiful.

But she was only wearing a thin nightgown, revealing her shoulders and a section of her fair chest. The fabric of the nightgown was soft, and the perky curves of her breasts were faintly visible.

This posture was so decadent, chaotic, and alluring.

He Duoye's breathing became heavy.

He picked up Lin Mian, then sat on the edge of the bathtub, and let Lin Mian sit on his lap.

The skirt was loose, easily concealing He Duoye's hands.

Lin Mian was blindfolded and handcuffed, unable to break free or hide, and could only tremble in He Duoye's arms.

He Duoye lowered his eyes, clearly and distinctly observing every expression on Lin Mian's face.

Vibrant and fragrant.

So cute.

Lin Mian was trembling, the handcuffs jingling. She unconsciously shrank into He Duoye's arms, both cursing him and wanting to end this quickly: "You're a dog."

He Duoye lowered his head and kissed her, his heavy, hot breath falling clearly into Lin Mian's ear.

"I know, didn't you already curse me twice?"

Lin Mian was both angry and trembling, and she was about to cry.

"I meant, safe words."

He Duoye's voice was hoarse and filled with desire, yet the words he uttered were incredibly infuriating.

"Oh, that was a safe word. I thought you were insulting me," he said considerately. "That doesn't count. You should choose a safe word again."

Without hesitation, Lin Mian cried and cursed him, "You're a dog!"

With her skirt swaying, He Duoye said, "Words used to insult me ​​cannot be considered safe."

Lin Mian pressed her forehead tightly against He Duoye's shoulder and neck, her mind blank for a long while. After a few seconds, she came to her senses, and after a moment of slow, deliberate thought, she came up with the second word.

It also consists of three characters.

"Ex-boyfriend." Lin Mian's second word.

She leaned against He Duoye's chest, her body still trembling, her consciousness both dizzy and clear.

She tilted her head slightly, her vision blurred by the blindfold, only able to vaguely make out He Duoye's outline.

He suddenly stopped moving, and even his breathing stopped.

Lin Mian really wanted to see his expression at this moment, but his wrists were tightly handcuffed, and could only make a crisp, soft sound.

"No way," He Duoye said, his tone so normal it was as if the previous pause was just an illusion. "You have so many ex-boyfriends, how would I know which one you're talking about?"

Lin Mian: "..."

It actually hit its own foot.

Lin Mian began to struggle in his arms, banging her head against his shoulder, and at the same time, she broke down and yelled, "You're a pig!"

"You're a dog, you're a bastard, a scumbag, you...you..." Lin Mian's vocabulary of insults was severely lacking; she only managed a few words before getting stuck. "You're no good!"

She struggled so violently that she almost knocked He Duoye into the bathtub. He held Lin Mian firmly and suddenly chuckled softly.

Lin Mian was even more agitated: "What are you laughing at?"

He Duoye lowered his head and leaned intimately against the top of Lin Mian's head, his tone relaxed and casual, his voice husky: "I laughed at how good you are at cursing people, you even made me weak with your words."

Lin Mian's face remained expressionless.

Haha, you're good at making excuses even though you're not good at it.

Serves him right!

I hope you keep up the good work and recover your stomach soon.

After giving her a good scolding, Lin Mian calmed down. She temporarily skipped the safety words and said the most important thing: "Anyway, I don't accept ropes, especially being suspended."

He Duoye was probably appeased by her scolding and didn't continue to annoy people.

He agreed: "Is there anything else?"

Lin Mian thought about the whips, miscellaneous paddles, and all sorts of toys in the cabinet.

"I don't like whips, clappers, candles, or any of those tools."

He Duoye asked, "Then what's left?"

Lin Mian: "..."

She had no choice but to compromise a little: "You can do it like tonight, and also..."

She paused, then said in a very soft voice, "Your hand... you can hit me..."