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

It's been raining for the past few days.

By the time it ended, the rain that had been falling for most of the night had just stopped.

Lin Mian curled up in the blanket, feeling a surge of anger at the thought of the slap mark on her buttocks.

. .

I've been tormenting her every day these past few days, especially tonight.

. . .

Lin Mian didn't have the strength to curse him, nor did she dare to curse him under these circumstances, because he said that cursing one's master would be punished. Lin Mian buried her head in He Duoye's shoulder, and in order not to fall off, she could only try to press herself against him.

But she still lacked strength, so she could only beg He Duoye not to let her fall.

By the time it finally ended, Lin Mian was almost asleep. She only managed to regain some energy while taking a shower.

He Duoye is currently in the bathroom.

Lin Mian propped herself up, her body aching, and reached under her pillow. There were new marks on her fair, slender wrists, but they were much lighter than before and would disappear completely after a good night's sleep.

Because He Duoye changed his handcuffs.

The new handcuffs are covered with a layer of soft cashmere, so they won't chafe your skin.

The previous pair of handcuffs had been hidden by Lin Mian, who planned to use them to kill He Duoye. Lin Mian felt under the pillow to make sure the handcuffs were still there.

She continued to lie there pretending to be asleep.

Tonight she's going to get revenge on He Duoye.

Not long after, He Duoye came out. As usual, he stood by the bed, checking and processing the messages on his phone. He had spent most of his time at the manor these past few days, but the number of messages on his phone seemed to have increased.

I'm always looking at my phone.

Lin Mian closed her eyes and felt He Duoye get into bed, then reach out and pull Lin Mian into his arms, finally kissing the top of her head or the back of her neck.

It felt like petting a cat before bed.

Lin Mian remained unmoved and pretended to be asleep.

The bedside lamp was turned off, leaving only a dim nightlight. The room gradually quieted down, and the sound of rain outside drifted in in a hazy, indistinct way.

Lin Mian had her eyes closed and almost fell asleep when she suddenly woke up and listened to the sounds behind her.

He Duoye's breathing was deep and steady, so he must have fallen asleep.

Lin Mian waited cautiously for a few more minutes before slowly turning around. He Duoye had his eyes closed, his expression serene; he was probably still having a sweet dream.

You beast, how can you sleep so soundly?

Lin Mian stretched out a finger and poked He Duoye's face. Seeing that he didn't react, she was sure he was fast asleep. She took out the handcuffs from under the pillow, propped herself up, and slowly reached for He Duoye's hand.

She was going to handcuff him, kick him off the bed, and then throw the key into the toilet, leaving He Duoye to figure out how to retrieve it himself.

She gently grasped He Duoye's wrist. He was tall and strong, and his wrist was not only thick but also heavy. Under the dim night light, the veins on his arm were clearly visible, showing that he was very powerful and could knock her over with one punch.

I wonder if the handcuffs can hold him...

Lost in her thoughts, Lin Mian was completely unaware that a certain beast had already opened his eyes and was watching her like she was watching a show.

Just as the handcuffs were put around He Duoye's arms, Lin Mian suddenly heard voices.

"Sneaking around," Lin Mian was startled, and hurriedly looked up, only to hear He Duoye's slow, deliberate reply, "Trying to mess with me?"

"..."

She reacted quickly, wanting to handcuff herself first, but the next second He Duoye grabbed her wrist and pinned her down.

Lin Mian's hand was grabbed and pressed against the pillow, the handcuffs still in her hand.

He Duoye leaned down, staring at her very closely, a smile in his eyes: "No wonder you pretended to be asleep, I didn't expect you to want to do this to me."

Lin Mian struggled: "What did I do? I didn't do anything. Let me go, I want to sleep."

He Duoye glanced at her and took the handcuffs from Lin Mian's hands.

He released Lin Mian, and the very next second she relaxed, he grabbed her wrist and handcuffed her.

Overwhelmed by a sense of crisis, Lin Mian struggled frantically on the bed, crying, "No, I can't come here, I'm going to die."

He Duoye was amused by her cocoon-like appearance. Seeing that Lin Mian was almost rolling off the bed, he scooped her up and hugged her.

He Duoye hugged her and kept laughing.

Lin Mian: "..."

She wanted to headbutt him, but was afraid of exciting him. She pretended to be dead and stayed quiet until He Duoye finished laughing before saying, "Can the handcuffs be removed? I want to sleep."

"Hmm," He Duoye responded, then asked, "Where's the key?"

Lin Mian could only mutter, "Under the pillow."

He Duoye found the key and placed it in Lin Mian's hand: "Unlock it yourself."

Lin Mian: "..."

She angrily kicked him, but He Duoye grabbed her leg. Lin Mian struggled and kicked him repeatedly. The two of them fought so hard that the blankets and pillows were scattered all over the floor, and the bedside table was almost overturned.

The story ends with Lin Mian lying alone on the bed.

He Duoye was kicked off the bed by her. He calmly and composedly retied his torn robe, did not get back on the bed, and sat on the single chair by the wall, watching Lin Mian unlock her handcuffs herself.

Lin Mian really finds him annoying.

She pushed off the headboard with her feet, rolled over, and turned her back to the object of her gaze.

Just as she was about to calm down and untie it herself, she suddenly heard He Duoye chuckle in a low voice behind her.

"..."

She really was going to stab He Duoye to death in a moment.

Having learned from experience, this time the key went into the handcuff lock much faster than last time.

But Lin Mian didn't untie it immediately. She turned herself around, facing He Duoye.

Upon seeing this, I immediately felt my blood pressure rise again.

He Duoye propped his forehead up, crossed his long legs, and strutted around like a domineering CEO who was elegantly watching the female lead's striptease. He quietly admired Lin Mian's performance as a pupa on the bed.

Lin Mian is furious.

The moment the handcuffs were removed, she jumped out of bed, grabbed a pillowcase, and started hitting He Duoye on the head. He Duoye took the hits, grabbed the pillow, and tried to pull her away.

Lin Mian forcefully shook him off: "Don't touch me, you're so annoying!"

She threw the pillow on the ground and turned to leave.

He Duoye's voice followed behind: "Where are you going?"

Lin Mian didn't say anything, but turned back, picked up the pillow and the bed sheet, and carried them away.

She angrily flopped onto the sofa and covered her head and feet with the blanket.

She was so angry that she didn't want to sleep in the same bed with the dog anymore. But since she was living under someone else's roof, she couldn't kick them out and could only sleep on the sofa in frustration.

Thinking about it that way, I got even angrier!

The familiar yet infuriating sound of footsteps slowly approached, and even through the opaque blanket, Lin Mian could feel the shadow cast by He Duoye.

A strong presence enveloped her.

The blanket covering his head was gently tapped twice: "Are you angry?"

Lin Mian: "..."

Isn't that obvious enough?

You want her to write the word "angry" on her face with a pen, right?

Even if I wrote it down, would that blind scumbag really be able to see it?

You'd better just disappear!

He Duoye patted the blanket twice more, his tone softening as if he were admitting his mistake: "Then I'll sleep on the sofa, okay? You go sleep in the bed."

Lin Mian, with her head covered, kicked He Duoye away, saying, "I don't care, don't bother me!"

He Duoye quieted down. He didn't make a sound, nor did he do anything else. Only his presence strongly proved his existence.

Lin Mian didn't want to lift the covers to see him. She had been tormented for too long tonight and was still very angry. She fell asleep as she lay there.

When she woke up, she was lying in bed.

She sat up. The bed, which had been a complete mess the night before, was now back to normal. There was no one on the other side of the bed, and only one pillow.

Lin Mian got up and went to the small living room. She didn't see anyone on the sofa, only a pillow.