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

Lin Mian didn't want to pull the trigger, but He Duoye didn't give her any room to refuse. She looked at Uncle Jixiang in front of her.

Stripped of his usual pretense, the old man now exuded a gloomy and ruthless aura, even his wrinkles betraying his true intentions. He stared directly at Lin Mian, like an old wolf sitting cross-legged on a distant mountaintop, silent and patient, yet plotting in his mind how to secretly strike.

Strangely enough, Lin Mian suddenly calmed down.

Her hands were still trembling a little, so she stretched out her other hand, gripped the gun with both hands, and looked through the sights.

There were dark green plants and Uncle Jixiang's arms hanging down.

But she still couldn't stop being afraid, what if...

He Duoye's hand suddenly enveloped Lin Mian's hand and the muzzle of the gun, steadily stopping Lin Mian's slight trembling.

"Don't be afraid," He Duoye said, his voice as steady as his hand. "You aimed very well."

Lin Mian swallowed hard. Her heart was still pounding, but her thoughts and vision became strangely clear for a moment.

She decided to fire the shot.

He Duoye tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Lin Mian's face.

Watching her thick eyelashes slowly stop trembling, seeing her calmer eyes, and her carefully pursed lips, I noticed her expression quickly shift from hesitation and unease to determination.

She's always like this; though she hesitates, wavers, and feels uneasy during the process, once she makes a decision, she becomes incredibly firm and strong.

She always manages to quickly figure out what she truly wants, and then resolutely moves towards it. She seems never to be lost, never to lose her direction or a place to belong.

"She'll shoot," He Duoye thought.

He will fire this shot very steadily and accurately.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

He Duoye didn't look at the result; he kept staring at Lin Mian's face.

Watch her eyebrows slowly rise and her thick eyelashes, watch her relax and become happy and bright in her eyes, watch her expression become vivid and excited in an instant.

She almost jumped up in He Duoye's arms.

When she looked back at him, her eyes shone like twinkling stars.

He Duoye raised his arm, paused for a moment, and then simply put his hand on Lin Mian's shoulder, praising, "Great job."

Lin Mian was happy that she had succeeded in not hurting anyone, while controlling herself and shaking off He Duoye's hand.

Even though the outcome was good, she was still a little angry.

Qi Heduoye was half-forced and half-taught to let her fire the gun, of course, there was also the anger from last night and this morning, and the anger towards his scumbag ex-boyfriend.

*

After taking a shower, Lin Mian saw He Duoye sitting in a single chair by the bed, one hand supporting his forehead and the other hand resting on the armrest, with an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

He wore silver-black rings on his index and middle fingers, and the knuckles of his fingers, holding a cigarette, were clearly defined and strong, exuding an inexplicable tension.

Lin Mian looked at him.

His black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing most of his collarbone and a section of his chest. The varying shades of light from the floor lamp accentuated his bone structure.

Lin Mian tried hard to look away from the scumbag's appearance.

He Duoye put down his wine glass, offering no explanation for his actions that evening. He simply said two words: "Come here."

Lin Mian really wanted to beat him up, then grab his hair and warn him: Don't call me like a kitten or puppy anymore!

But considering her current status, she held back.

"What are you doing?"

He Duoye simply looked at Lin Mian. The room was not bright enough, and his cold brown eyes appeared very deep and intrusive.

Lin Mian had no choice but to go over there.

She's learned her lesson now and won't wear a nightgown to bed anymore. Instead, she wears a very conservative nightgown with long pajama pants, her hair is loose and hangs down in front of her chest, and her face is small with a slight redness from the hot water.

She appeared very gentle and harmless.

He Duoye took her hand and made her sit on his lap, which was soft and smelled of shower gel.

He buried his face in Lin Mian's neck, smelled it, and kissed her.

"Open this box," he said, pointing to the coffee table.

It was that black box in the trunk earlier, containing a gun and bullets. But actually, the box had two layers; there was another layer hidden underneath. Once you opened it, there were still guns and bullets underneath.

But the gun was very small, only about half the size of Lin Mian's palm, and looked like a decorative craft.

Lin Mian picked it up and found it surprisingly heavy. She immediately realized that this was not a work of art.

"A Browning micro pistol," He Duoye said, hugging her. "Small, isn't it?"

Lin Mian nodded.

He Duoye grabbed Lin Mian's hand and turned it slightly to expose the side of the gun: "Unlike other guns, its safety is here. You can pry it open when you fire."

"The range is only twelve or fifteen meters, so when shooting someone, you need to aim for the head at close range, and the neck is even better."

Lin Mian made a note of it. She looked at the miniature pistol in her hand, then at the box on the table and the other half of the pistol.

"What you really want to give me is this gun, isn't it?"

Because it's so small, Lin Mian could easily hide the gun in her bag, pocket, or waistband.

She's thin and has a small waist, so no one would notice if she had this extra thing.

This gun could become her life-saving weapon in times of crisis.

He Duoye admitted it, saying, "Yes, so you have to hide this thing well and not let anyone know that you have a secret weapon."

Lin Mian gripped the gun in her hand, and those doubts resurfaced.

She turned to look at He Duoye, but in the end, she didn't ask anything.

*

Lin Mian pretended to be asleep as she listened to He Duoye come out after taking a shower.

She was facing away from him, her slender body curled up in the blankets, trying to pretend that she was completely asleep.

She heard He Duoye's footsteps stop beside the bed. He didn't get into bed immediately; he just stood there, seemingly doing nothing. After a while, Lin Mian heard him put down his phone.

He was looking at his phone.

He Duoye got into bed, and the mattress sank slightly as he tugged at the blanket covering Lin Mian.

Startled, Lin Mian quickly grabbed a corner of the blanket.

She didn't want to do anything with He Duoye tonight, and she didn't want to be tormented by him. Although it might not be of any use, she was still holding a grudge.

The room gradually quieted down.

He Duoye didn't suddenly reach out to grab her; he seemed to be asleep.

Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief, but also harbored a grudge.

She closed her eyes and told herself that she didn't care about the jerk anymore.

Calm down... Suddenly an arm came across her waist, encircled Lin Mian, and pulled her into a hug.

Before Lin Mian could struggle for long, both of her hands were grabbed and handcuffed behind her back.

She struggled in protest, about to bite He Duoye, when the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

He Duoye held Lin Mian with one arm and picked up his phone with the other.

Because they were so close, Lin Mian heard the voice on the other end of the phone: "Boss, something's happened at the casino."

"I understand." He Duoye hung up the phone and looked down at Lin Mian in his arms.

Lin Mian stopped struggling and waited for He Duoye, who had something urgent to attend to, to release her.

But He Duoye didn't. He got up, opened the wardrobe to change his clothes, and even went to the bathroom to fix his hair. After coming out, he picked up his phone and left.

Lin Mian: "..."

That bastard is being a jerk again.