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

As Lin Mian was lifted up by the buttocks, kissed and pushed onto the bed, and then tightly embraced by He Duoye's tall body, she suddenly had the illusion that they were very intimate.

It seems... He Duoye still likes her the same way.

The bedroom lights were off, with only a dim glimmer coming in from the window, allowing Lin Mian to see the outline of He Duoye's face and the glint in his narrow eyes.

He stared at her like a wolf.

Lin Mian wanted to call He Duoye's name, but her mouth was either blocked or covered by He Duoye, so she could only make some incoherent sounds.

He Duoye's body remained completely above hers, enveloping her entirely.

Lin Mian gripped his broad shoulders and back. At first, she still had the energy to think about the many scars on his back, but soon her consciousness became blurred and chaotic.

She didn't know whether she eventually fell asleep or passed out.

Perhaps because she was frightened by a snake, she had a nightmare about being entangled by a snake.

The snake was large and hot, and it coiled tightly around her body, so tightly that she was almost suffocating. She struggled all night, but she could not shake off the hot snake that was wrapped around her.

So she gave up struggling and entered the second dream.

She dreamed of watching movies with He Duoye in his dilapidated house.

The dream was chaotic. One moment they were kissing, the next the house suddenly started leaking air and water, and they had to start fixing the roof. Then they were hugging each other, watching a movie and chatting.

They even ate a birthday cake in the middle of it.

When Lin Mian woke up, she opened her eyes and her first feeling was that her whole body ached and she was very hungry.

She was tormented again last night, had a series of nightmares, and barely ate anything during the day. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, feeling completely drained.

I even felt a bit of pain in my lower back when I stood up.

The bedroom was empty; that bastard He Duoye wasn't there.

The curtains were drawn, but a little bright sunlight still shone in.

A glass of water was placed on the bedside table. Lin Mian struggled to sit up.

She drank all the water, then sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

She recalled the fragmented dream from last night, a dream that flashed back to many past events. She and He Duoye had indeed chatted while watching a movie.

They were talking about He Duoye's background.

He was brought to the village in a black car, but he was not a relative of the owner of the old house. After he moved in, no adult ever came to look for him.

He was like an orphan who had been abandoned here.

But he was not an orphan.

He has a sick mother who ran away, and a father who committed crimes and fled abroad after being wanted by the police.

He has parents, but they both ran away.

As for the other relatives... He Duoye said that he was thrown here by his relatives.

At that time, Lin Mian only felt sorry for He Duoye.

No wonder he lives alone in such a dilapidated, leaky old house with hardly any furniture. He eats nothing but instant noodles and steamed buns or boiled noodles every day.

Now... Lin Mian sat here, unable to resist letting her imagination run wild.

Could it be that He Duoye's father, who committed a crime and fled abroad, ended up here, made a fortune through illegal activities, and then went back to He Duoye to ask his son to inherit his billion-dollar fortune?

At that time, she had just broken up with He Duoye, so He Duoye went back.

But this place is clearly a dangerous jungle world, and it would be equally dangerous for He Duoye to stay here.

Therefore, he had not contacted his ex-girlfriend for four years.

Now that she's unexpectedly run into her ex-girlfriend, she doesn't dare to show that she cares too much... Lin Mian picked at the bed sheet. This guess is a bit melodramatic, but she has a feeling that He Duoye is probably having some kind of hardship.

Because last night, when He Duoye kissed her, she truly felt... that he still liked her very much.

If he truly has his reasons...

"Is that woman still not up?" A strange female voice came from outside the master bedroom, her tone arrogant and willful.

The maid who was cleaning replied in a low voice.

Lin Mian immediately snapped out of her daze, gripping the bed sheet tightly and stretching out her arm to reach for the clothes on the chair.

"Click." The bedroom door opened at that moment.

Lin Mian had no choice but to return to bed and cover her body with the sheet.

The woman who entered was very tall, with an excellent figure—slim yet voluptuous and graceful—wearing a wine-red long dress and sparkling gemstone jewelry around her neck, on her wrists, and on her ears.

She was adorned with jewels, exuding sexiness and charisma, and was both beautiful and elegant.

Upon seeing Lin Mian, she first sized her up and down, then walked up to Lin Mian and lowered her head to examine Lin Mian's face closely. She curled her lip slightly: "She's just okay-looking, nothing compared to me."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Lin Mian's neck, chest, arms, and calves.

Her fair skin was covered with all sorts of marks, some from falls during her escape, some from being tied up with ropes, and the remaining ninety percent were from the bastard man who gnawed on her.

Especially her wrists.

The rope had left several circles of purplish-blue marks, overlapping with hickeys, which looked rather shocking.

"It was quite intense last night," the woman said with a smirk, her tone immediately turning smug. "But don't get too cocky; you're just a mistress at best."

Lin Mian was stunned: "A mistress?"

The woman picked up the clothes from the chair and threw them to Lin Mian. In the process, she grabbed the underwear, unfolded it, and looked at it.

"It's so small."

She tossed her underwear to Lin Mian, then sat down on the chair, crossing her legs high, her pretty high heels pointing towards Lin Mian.

The woman crossed her arms, puffed out her full, white breasts, and said arrogantly, "Yes, my sister and I are his real girlfriends. You... according to the ranking, you can only be considered a mistress."

Lin Mian, clutching the clothes in her hand, didn't react immediately: "You and your sister?"

There are two?!

The woman curved her alluring red lips into a smile: "Yes, my sister and I are twins, and we're both prettier than you. We've been with Third Master for over two years now. He has many women around him, but the only ones he truly loves are us sisters."

"Only my sisters and I were kept by his side."

Lin Mian was completely stunned.

She felt something shattering rapidly—her earlier, involuntary imaginings about He Duoye.

There's no such thing as being unable to control one's own destiny; it's clearly a perverted person who's entered heaven.

The woman looked at Lin Mian and scoffed, "You don't believe me, do you? I heard you talked to Third Master before, so you should know his personality at least a little. Why would he keep something he doesn't like around..."

The woman raised her right hand to show Lin Mian her exquisite and expensive bracelet, as well as the large ruby ​​ring on her finger.

"They raise them like precious treasures, keeping them beautiful."

The woman gently fiddled with her bracelet, her fingers lightly stroking her fair wrist.

"Unlike you, so pitiful. You were hung up and fed to tigers on your very first day here."