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

He Duoye lowered his eyes, met her gaze for a moment, then released her hand. He stood up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and instructed the person beside him, "Take my ex-girlfriend to take a bath, make sure she's clean..."

He looked down at Lin Mian, a smile playing on his lips, his voice hoarse yet tinged with a cool nonchalance.

"Take it to my room."

After saying that, He Duoye turned and left.

Lin Mian was helped up, untied from the ropes, and taken down from the platform.

It was only then that she could see her surroundings clearly; she was in a manor that seemed to be built in a forest. At the center was a large, reddish-brown villa in the English style, with a huge garden and a neat, green lawn.

Further out, there are dense woods and a few houses, as well as a road that runs through the woods.

On the other side of the road, in the distance, lay the city's buildings, brightly lit and looking quite prosperous. Especially the tallest building, which, even from a distance, exuded a sense of golden splendor.

Lin Mian was led into the villa and handed over to an old man who looked like a butler and two maids with their heads bowed.

The old man had a kind face and smiled gently as he said, "Hello, I am the housekeeper here. You can call me Uncle Jixiang. I'll take you to take a bath now."

He led the way.

On the way, they asked Lin Mian about her name, lifestyle, dietary restrictions, allergies, and other matters.

The villa was as large as a castle, with a very complex interior. Lin Mian had a poor sense of direction, and while answering questions, she tried hard to remember the way, but soon she became a little dizzy.

Fortunately, the butler stopped and opened a guest room door.

Two maids wanted to give Lin Mian a bath, but Lin Mian was embarrassed to be naked in front of others and tried her best to refuse. However, the two maids did not speak Mandarin and could not communicate at all.

After a long struggle, they finally managed to get the two maids to step back and stand guard nearby.

Lin Mian quickly soaked in the bathtub.

Inside, there were rose-scented bath bombs and a layer of fresh rose petals. The bathroom was luxuriously decorated, as elegant as a six-star hotel in a TV drama.

But thinking about what happened today, she lost all interest in enjoying herself.

My ex-boyfriend, whom I haven't seen for four years, seems to have really evolved into a pervert.

She is now very worried that she will be tortured by her brutal ex-boyfriend by being hung up.

That guy's fetishes always seemed a bit off, and now he's become a lawless gang leader. I wonder if his fetishes have become even more extreme... Lin Mian curled up her legs, looking at the floating rose petals, really worried that she would be killed.

It can't be soaked anymore.

She's like a steak now, marinated and flavorful, ready to be pan-fried in a moment.

Lin Mian dawdled through her shower, then was forcibly served by two maids who meticulously washed her hair, trimmed her fingernails and toenails, and finally dressed her in a white sundress before delivering her to He Duoye's room.

By the time the call ended, it was completely dark.

It started raining again outside at some point. The villa had a constant temperature and humidity system, so it wasn't as hot and humid as outside, but the temperature was a bit cold for Lin Mian.

She stood in front of the black bedroom door, goosebumps rising on her arms.

The butler, Uncle Jixiang, glanced at Lin Mian gently, gave her a few seconds to process the situation, and then knocked on the door.

Inside was a living room with soft, dim lighting. The space was large, but the dark decor gave the empty space a gloomy and oppressive feel.

There was no one in sight.

Lin Mian nervously walked in, and the heavy door closed behind her.

She paused, wanting to call out He Duoye's name, but then suddenly realized that they were no longer in a relationship where they could address each other by name.

Lin Mian's gaze swept over the empty living room and the dark terrace, finally settling on a door on the side.

The room's layout is a bit strange; behind that door is a corridor, and further in is the door to the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was dark, with the lights off, and you could barely make out the outline of the bed.

Lin Mian hesitated for a few seconds before walking towards the master bedroom.

The living room lights cast shadows on the hallway floor, gradually dimming as you move further in, until it becomes increasingly dark and quiet.

Amidst her pounding heart, she suddenly remembered her first time with He Duoye.

The room was just as dark back then.

Lin Mian sat on the carpet by the bed, watching He Duoye, the young man, turn off the light and walk towards her.

The room was so dark that only a vague outline could be seen. He Duoye's figure was tall and slender, and the moment he approached, Lin Mian still felt as if she was enveloped by his shadow.

It felt like there was nowhere to escape.

In that instant, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

Now, Lin Mian's heart was beating just as fast.

The bedroom was dark and silent, with only a faint, dim light. She slowly turned her eyes and immediately saw her ex-boyfriend sitting in the armchair.

His tall frame almost filled the chair, one long leg stretched lazily forward, his arm resting on the armrest, his posture casual yet arrogant.

The room was dark, but Lin Mian could clearly feel his gaze.

Like the snake from a few hours ago, cold and dangerous, it coiled around Lin Mian.

"Come here." He Duoye's voice rang out in the darkness, hoarse and cold.

Lin Mian pursed her lips and slowly walked over, overwhelmed by the oppressive aura.

She wanted to call out He Duoye's name, but before she could utter a sound, her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled into his arms.

With her back to him, the man's burning body temperature enveloped her, and his hot, heavy breath fell on her ear.

A hot yet soft touch came from her shoulder; it was He Duoye kissing her, his kisses following her slender shoulder down to her neck. He buried his face in her neck, his nose prominent, his hot breath spraying onto her soft skin.

He took a deep breath, as if savoring her scent.

Lin Mian trembled and tensed up, grabbing his arm.

In just a moment, her body instinctively recalled their countless intimate moments together.

"He Duoye." She called his name, her voice trembling.

He Duoye hummed in agreement, then bit Lin Mian's neck, his voice low and indistinct: "You smell so good."

Lin Mian's heart was beating too fast, and she was too nervous. In her daze, she almost heard "I miss you" instead of "I miss you".

A warmth spread across his chest as He Duoye's hand pressed against his.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you wearing anything underneath either?"

Lin Mian bit her lip, her whole face burning hot.

The maid only gave her a sundress, nothing else.

"My heart is beating so fast." He Duoye pinched it.

Lin Mian suddenly felt a surge of shame and anger. She said, "Aren't you the same?"

His burning chest pressed against her back, his heartbeat so loud she could almost hear it.

He Duoye chuckled softly, grabbed Lin Mian's chin with his large hand, turned her face towards him, and kissed her.

His kiss was fierce and greedy, holding her soft lips and filling her mouth.

"Because I really want to fuck you right now."