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

There was no Taekwondo or Judo available, so Li Mingshao suggested that Lin Mian practice yoga whenever she had free time, as it would make everything easier if she became more agile.

This matter also reached He Duoye, who supported Lin Mian by finding her a fitness coach. Two days later, Lin Mian learned that he had found the fitness coach simply to help her improve her physical strength so that she wouldn't always say she couldn't do it at night.

Enraged, Lin Mian lifted the weights twice. Once she had her biceps in good shape, she punched He Duoye, ensuring he slept peacefully until dawn.

Perhaps she had overdone it with practice; Lin Mian's hands were shaking a bit after she finished practicing that day. After taking a shower, she lay on the sofa and even playing on her phone felt clumsy.

Lin Mian put away her phone and took a nap.

She had a dream.

She dreamt that she rushed to take the elevator, but as soon as she entered, a woman covered in blood pounced on her and tried to stab her with needles.

Lin Mian struggled desperately, trying to reach for the gun to fight back, but she couldn't find it anywhere.

The woman held her tightly, repeatedly stabbing her with needles. She felt no pain in the dream, but the fear of the needles piercing her skin was very real, which made Lin Mian scream and wake up from the dream.

She sat up abruptly, her back covered in a layer of hot, damp sweat.

Lin Mian, panting, quickly drank half a glass of water.

After the elevator incident, Lin Mian had been trying to avoid thinking about the details of that space. So many days had passed, and she thought she had forgotten most of it, but she didn't expect to suddenly have a nightmare.

After finishing the water in her glass, Lin Mian realized that the room had already darkened.

I don't know when, but the weather outside changed. It was gloomy and raining heavily, and the air was stuffy and oppressive.

Lin Mian took out her phone, opened it, and the first name on the list was He Duoye.

The previous nickname "Ex-boyfriend" was forcibly changed to "My Beloved Husband" by He Duoye after he discovered it, and it was even pinned to the top of his chat list. Lin Mian later deleted the nickname, but the pinned post remained.

She texted He Duoye: "Are you coming back today?"

After waiting for a while and not receiving a reply, I took a shower. When I came out, the rain had gradually stopped, and He Duoye replied to the message.

"I'm not coming back."

As he picked up his phone, He Duoye sent another message: "Come over and cook for me, the fridge is empty again."

Lin Mian refused; her arms were sore from lifting weights today, and He Duoye should be the one to cook.

He Duoye: "I'll transfer the money to you."

Lin Mian: "

Damn it, she was starting to waver; she really wanted to make some money lately. Living here as a dependent, penniless every day, she couldn't very well go shopping with Meili when she asked.

He Duoye: "Someone will come to pick you up later."

Lin Mian agreed and asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

"Your lower half."

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye added two more words after a delay: "That's fine."

"..."

After changing her clothes, Lin Mian thought for a moment and went downstairs to the kitchen. The manor's kitchen cold storage was comparable to a small supermarket, containing almost every kind of ingredient, and the vegetables and fruits were all fresh.

Lin Mian selected a bunch of items and had Sister Yuan pack them up for her. She checked the time and, before the car arrived, went upstairs and took the gun with her.

After losing her previous pocket pistol, He Duoye brought her a whole row of new ones, letting Lin Mian use whichever one she preferred.

After handling guns for a long time, Lin Mian even had the illusion that he had become a gun expert.

On her next visit to the Pearl Building, she occasionally encountered people other than Li Mingshao on the way, and they would all greet Lin Mian respectfully.

Li Mingshao told Lin Mian that it was because He Duoye had taken her around in public before, and now everyone knew her. So, in He Duoye's territory, there would no longer be any idiots who would dare to slap Lin Mian.

The apartment was still the same as before, except that the refrigerator had indeed been emptied, leaving only bottled water and sports drinks.

Lin Mian put the things she brought into the refrigerator, more this time than last time, almost filling the entire space. She took a picture and sent it to He Duoye with two words: "Send money."

He Duoye transferred 100,000 yuan to her directly. Lin Mian counted the zeros in the string before she dared to believe that she hadn't misread it.

No wonder he's a man who's made a fortune.

She took the money and then cooked a nice meal.

Instead of noodles, Lin Mian prepared a simple home-style meal of three dishes and a soup. It had been a long time since she had eaten such hometown food, and she and He Duoye ate quite a bit.

The whole pot of rice was completely emptied.

After dinner, Lin Mian lay on the sofa, browsing pictures on her phone, while He Duoye washed dishes in the kitchen, the familiar sound of water hitting the ceramic tiles.

She was suddenly stunned as a long-forgotten yet incredibly familiar memory surged from the depths of her mind.

Feeling a pang of tenderness, Lin Mian put down her phone and walked to the kitchen. She saw He Duoye with his sleeves rolled up, exposing his arms, slowly washing dishes in the sink.

He looks different from how I remember him. The He Duoye I remember wasn't this mature and robust.

Lin Mian couldn't help but walk over and hug He Duoye from behind. She originally wanted to watch He Duoye wash the dishes, but he picked her up and put her on the kitchen counter to kiss her.

He Duoye's hands, which had just been washed in cold water, were very cold. When he put them inside his clothes, Lin Mian shivered from the cold.

"No." She snapped out of her daze and pushed He Duoye away. "I'm too full, I don't feel well."

He Duoye bit Lin Mian's lips, ending the kiss. He still had his arm on the table, trapping Lin Mian in his arms. His other hand touched her lower abdomen, which was bulging from the meal.

He Duoye pinched the soft flesh and suddenly laughed.

Lin Mian slapped his hand away: "What are you laughing at? You'd be like this even if you were full."

He Duoye was still laughing. He lifted Lin Mian up by her bottom and carried her to the sofa. He whispered in Lin Mian's ear, laughing, "When I laugh, the way your belly swells up looks like I just fucked you."

Lin Mian's ears burned as she listened, and she tugged at He Duoye's hair.

The two of them ate on the sofa for a while before going upstairs. He Duoye went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, Lin Mian was already lying in bed.

He Duoye knelt on one knee on the bed and leaned down to kiss Lin Mian, but she rejected him with a single sentence.

"No, I'll transfer the money to you. Go to bed early tonight."

He Duoye: "..."

Lin Mian took out her phone and transferred money to He Duoye on the spot.

He Duoye picked up his phone, laughing angrily, "I'm only worth five hundred yuan?"

Lin Mian put on a serious expression: "Five hundred yuan is already a lot, don't be ungrateful."

He Duoye looked down at her. The light from the nightlight was dim, and his eyes also appeared dark and dangerous, with a half-smile that was rather frightening.

Like a demon that wants to devour people.

Lin Mian was a little scared, so she picked up her phone and transferred another sum of money to He Duoye.

The phone vibrated in his palm. He glanced down at it and saw the number: "520".

Lin Mian then added another line: "1314".

He Duoye was speechless with anger and laughter, but he did fall for it.

"Okay," he said through gritted teeth, "I'll make a note of it for you."