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

The little black dress with a cinched waist makes her already slender waist look even thinner from behind.

The television screen went black at some point, turning into a blurry mirror that reflected two blurry, swaying shadows.

Lin Mian knelt on the sofa, her knees slightly red. The hem of her black skirt clung to her thighs, revealing her fair skin, which was clearly visible even through the blurry television screen.

This is the second time I've been carried upstairs to the bedroom.

As Lin Mian sat there, trembling as she bent over, she saw He Duoye staring intently into her eyes. He looked at her, then cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers to kiss her.

Lin Mian kissed him with her eyes closed.

She thought, this kind of sport is so deceptive, it always gives people the illusion that they are the closest people in the world.

It seems that He Duoye is very infatuated with her.

The skirt was only taken off after entering the bathroom. Lin Mian was exhausted, but she still couldn't rest.

The hot water from the rain splashed onto the ground, leaving a blurry layer of condensation on the glass. Lin Mian's palm then left marks on the glass, before covering it with another, even larger hand.

The glass was blurry, and the overlapping shadows were indistinct.

Lin Mian was finally able to rest as dawn approached.

She was only wearing He Duoye's pajamas, her slender body curled up in the black quilt, her freshly dried hair was a little messy, and her cheeks still had a layer of lingering redness.

He Duoye sat on the edge of the bed and brushed the stray hairs from her cheeks.

He didn't go to sleep; instead, he went out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He recalled some things from long ago.

His mother smoked, and she told He Duoye that cigarettes were a good thing, and that everyone in this place loved them. In his childhood world, his mother was indeed only calm when she smoked.

So He Duoye started secretly smoking when he was very young, because he wanted to know how good this stuff was.

But the first puff was bitter and choking, like swallowing a mouthful of hot, gray smoke. It took him quite a while to finally learn to smoke, and like his mother, he would light a cigarette when he felt anxious, irritable, angry, or powerless.

Then, under strong psychological suggestion, one briefly returns to a state of calm.

He smoked intermittently until Lin Mian discovered it.

The girl frowned and told him that cigarettes were no good.

She listed a whole host of the downsides of smoking, and finally told him that he only thought cigarettes were a good thing because others had brainwashed him.

She persuaded He Duoye to quit smoking, and he did so.

Now, He Duoye watched the smoke slowly burning in his fingertips. The sparks burned brightly and dimly in the night wind, and pale gray mist rose from the edge of the sparks and quickly dispersed into the air.

It has an unpleasant smell.

He Duoye took a self-destructive puff; the cigarette, still warm from the embers, was bitter and scorching, leaving a burning sting in his mouth.

It's like a silent and subtle reminder.

*

After being tossed and turned for most of the night, and having to get up early the next day, Lin Mian could barely keep her eyes open while getting her hair done at the beauty salon.

After she finished getting ready and changed into the green fishtail dress, she discovered that there were several bite marks on the back of her shoulder.

The thin shoulder straps couldn't hide those obvious marks at all.

"..."

Lin Mian tried to cover it up with foundation, but it was no use. Fortunately, her hair could cover it up when it was down, but she had to be careful all the time to avoid accidentally revealing it.

As she was fixing her hair, the door to her room was pushed open. Lin Mian turned around and saw He Duoye.

So she turned her face back.

He Duoye approached and stood behind Lin Mian. She was sitting on a stool, and He Duoye rested his arm on the dressing table, looking down at the person he was half-embracing.

She wore makeup, her eyes were styled, and her long eyelashes looked very lively, like the eyes of a small animal.

He Duoye found that any color suited her, including green, which had a vibrant life force. Especially when she glared at him, she looked like an angry puppy that wanted to bite him.

"What are you angry about now?" he asked, reaching out to touch Lin Mian's hair, but she turned her head away.

"What are you angry about now?" That's infuriating!

Lin Mian couldn't take it anymore: "Did you bite me last night?"

He Duoye seemed to be just finding out about this: "Really? Where?"

Lin Mian immediately brushed her hair aside, revealing layers upon layers of bite marks on her shoulders: "They're all over here! You bit me so many times!"

He Duoye looked down at it, his fingertips tracing its surface. There was no shame or apology on his face, only admiration for his masterpiece: "I have really good teeth."

Ugh! That scumbag!

Lin Mian grabbed his arm and bit down hard. Knowing that He Duoye was tough, she didn't hold back this time and bit down hard.

It must have hurt He Duoye too, because he started to struggle, shaking his arm and trying to pull it away.

Just as Lin Mian was about to be magnanimous and let him off the hook, she heard him say, "Let go, Chihuahua."

"?"

"????"

Lin Mian let go and grabbed He Duoye's hair to punch him.

"You're the Chihuahua! You'll be a Chihuahua in your past life, your next life, and your life after that!"

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted the fierce battle inside. Lin Mian turned around, sat back on the stool, and fixed her hair.

Li Mingshao walked in, leaning on his cane, carrying a rather large jewelry box.

The atmosphere in the room was unusually quiet, with an indescribable strangeness. Li Ming glanced at Lin Mian, then at He Duoye standing beside him, and was immediately stunned.

The third young master of the He family had a very wild hairstyle at this moment, with the hair on both sides of his head sticking up as if it had been pulled by both hands.

He was completely unaware of it, looking at his arm with a lazy and somewhat pleased expression.

Li Mingshao could only vaguely see what looked like a mark on his arm. The sleeve was quickly pulled down to cover the unusual mark.

"Brother Ye, your custom-made necklace and bracelet have arrived." Li Mingshao came to deliver them.

He couldn't help but glance at He Duoye's hair again.

He Duoye noticed it, and the makeup mirror clearly reflected his beautiful hairstyle.

"..." He calmly ignored the hairstyle, took the box, and said, "You can leave now."

Li Mingshao glanced at the hairstyle again, then turned and left.

He closed the door, and as he walked forward with his cane, he recalled the scene he had just witnessed, shaking his head and sighing.

Judging from their appearance, they must have been fighting, or at least flirting.

It's true that when it comes to love, even a god would lose his mind.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Li Mingshao stepped inside. He felt a slight sense of weightlessness as he descended, and he leaned on his cane, clicking his tongue in surprise.

It seems we need to get rid of them quickly.