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

Lin Mian looked at the photo: "?"

Did they skip some very important steps?

She replied, "Why should I choose a ring?"

"Fine, I won't choose then," He Duoye said.

Lin Mian returned his smile, then forcefully tapped He Duoye's profile picture and changed his nickname.

Putting her phone away, Lin Mian went downstairs, found Li Mingshao's business card, and added him as a friend. While waiting for the request to be accepted, she thought for a moment and then found Wen Ya's business card as well and added her as well.

It's just adding a friend anyway; you might need it in case of an emergency.

He Duoye's apartment has a kitchen, and the cupboard is filled with clean dishes that look like samples, but there are no pots or pans or seasonings. The refrigerator only contains neatly arranged bottled water and sports drinks, and there is not even any fruit.

After being away for a few days, Lin Mian really wanted to eat some home-cooked food, and since she had nothing else to do, she decided to cook it herself.

Lin Mian stood in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone messages. After adding Li Mingshao as a friend, he must have shared Lin Mian's contact information in some group. Several managers from the Mingzhu Building came to add her, including Mei Li.

She accepted all the requests and finally opened the "Apartment Manager" friend chat box.

Lin Mian sent over a list of what she needed, and before long, someone delivered two full cardboard boxes. In addition to the things Lin Mian needed, they also brought over some miscellaneous items that she hadn't thought of.

After sorting and putting things away, Lin Mian closed the refrigerator, which was half full.

She washed a pear, stood in the kitchen eating it while unlocking her phone, and saw an unread message from her ex-boyfriend: "You're going to cook for yourself?"

Lin Mian retorted angrily, "Is that not allowed?"

Ex-male dog: "I want to eat noodles."

Lin Mian: "You eat farts."

The dog said, "You can do it. I'll be back in an hour."

"..."

The apartment only had electricity, and since the pots, pans, and dishes were all brand new, it took Lin Mian a little time to clean them.

She hadn't cooked a proper meal in a long time.

After breaking up with He Duoye, she lived alone in a rented apartment, the empty quiet making her uncomfortable. Cooking for herself was troublesome and she couldn't control the portions, so she mostly ate at the cafeteria and street stalls, even on weekends.

Later, after graduating from university, she started working. She was busy like a dog every day, and when she had time off, she just wanted to lie down and relax. She only ate two meals a day and relied almost entirely on takeout.

Only occasionally will I cook instant noodles or snail rice noodles or other fast food.

Occasionally, she would want to cook a meal for herself, such as a proper bowl of noodles, but every time she tried to cook, she would think of a certain ex-boyfriend who had disappeared without a trace, and even if she cooked it well, she would lose her appetite.

Lin Mian stared blankly in front of the refrigerator for a while, and finally decided to make tomato and egg noodles.

*

He Duoye returned to the suite just as the one-hour countdown was about to end.

The moment he pushed open the door, he smelled a very familiar scent.

The slightly sour tomatoes and the fragrant fried eggs blend together to create a warm, smoky flavor, like a hand that tears open the barrier of time, releasing countless memories with a sweet and sour taste in an instant.

He Duoye stopped at the door.

The lights and TV were on in the room, the screen was flickering, the background noise was loud, and there was also the sound of a mobile phone video playing out loud.

Lin Mian sat on the sofa, playing on her phone in front of the TV. She glanced back at He Duoye, then turned her head back angrily.

He Duoye suddenly felt a sense of disorientation, as if he were dreaming or had returned to the past.

He walked to the sofa, his tall body completely blocking the TV. Just as Lin Mian looked up to scold him, He Duoye cupped her face and kissed her.

He kissed Lin Mian's lips lightly and tenderly, as if confirming something.

Lin Mian was stunned for a moment, forgetting to kick the person away.

He Duoye had a high, straight nose, his lips parted, and the tip of his nose was close to her face: "Have you eaten?"

Lin Mian didn't speak.

He Duoye knew the answer. Just like countless ordinary meals before, she would always wait for him to eat together.

He Duoye picked him up and carried him to the dining table next to the kitchen.

Sure enough, there were two bowls of noodles on the table, with an insulated plate placed upside down on top.

Upon opening it, it revealed a dinner that He Duoye had eaten many times, yet hadn't had for many days.

The two people sat facing each other eating noodles.

He Duoye always eats very quickly. The same food, which Lin Mian had just started eating, he had already finished. This time, eating noodles after so long, was no different. Lin Mian still had more than half left in her bowl, but He Duoye had already drunk all the soup.

"..."

He Duoye put down his chopsticks, stared at Lin Mian, and urged her, "Eat faster."

Lin Mian immediately understood what to do after eating quickly. She gripped her chopsticks, too angry to say anything.

He Duoye reached out and wiped the tomato juice off Lin Mian's lips with his fingertips. He looked down at his fingertips, then looked up at Lin Mian, and brazenly stuck out his tongue to lick the residue off his fingertips.

Lin Mian's face flushed uncontrollably: "..."

Damn it, she really was seduced.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can't eat like this..."

He Duoye deliberately asked, "How am I?"

Lin Mian: "..."

She thought to herself that she was being horny, but didn't dare say it aloud.

He Duoye said, "Eat faster, I have something to show you."

Lin Mian stared at him with bright eyes, filled with suspicion: "..."

It would be strange if there were any good things there.

Lin Mian calmed down, buried her head, and continued eating her noodles at her own pace.

Suddenly, He Duoye stood up and left the table. Lin Mian, biting her noodles, followed him with her eyes, wondering what kind of mischief he was up to now.

He Duoye walked to the entrance hall, picked up a paper bag from the shoe cabinet, which he had left when he came in.

The bag is quite large and black.

Seeing He Duoye turn around with the bag, Lin Mian immediately continued eating her noodles with her head down. The footsteps slowly approached, and He Duoye walked up behind her. He took the chopsticks from Lin Mian's hand, picked her up, sat her on his firm lap, and then handed the chopsticks back to her.

"Keep eating."

He was very hot, and with Lin Mian sitting in his lap, how could she possibly eat properly?

Moreover, while holding Lin Mian, he took a black velvet box from the bag and placed it on the table. It was clearly another jewelry box, but quite large, seemingly containing a complete set, perhaps including a ring.

I couldn't eat anymore.

Lin Mian glanced at the box.

He Duoye, however, was no longer in a hurry. He hugged Lin Mian and asked her, "Aren't you going to eat anymore? You haven't eaten much..."

Lin Mian said angrily, "Are you doing this on purpose?"

After all that, she had no appetite left.

He Duoye's slightly hoarse voice rang in Lin Mian's ear unhurriedly: "Alright, then put it back."

He pretended to actually put the box back.

Lin Mian hurriedly reached out and pressed down on the box. When she heard He Duoye laughing behind her, she realized what was happening, and her fair ears turned slightly red.