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

Lin Mian carefully unpacked the flowers from the trunk. There were many of them, and she packed several bundles, giving half of them to Mei Li in the wooden house across the street.

When she arrived, Meizhu came to take the flowers and handed her a gift box at the same time.

"It's aromatherapy," Meizhu said with a smile. "I hope you have a great time these next few days. If you get bored, bring Third Master over to visit us. We can go camping and have a barbecue together, and we can also play mahjong. There will be four of us."

With these activities added, it would feel even more like a vacation. Lin Mian agreed and left with light steps.

Meizhu, holding the flowers, leaned against the door, watching Lin Mian walk away.

Meili, wearing a face mask, came down from the wooden house. The house they were staying in was larger, with two floors and more rooms, but it was older and less refined, like an abandoned guesthouse.

"Sister." Meili walked to her side and looked outside as well.

Their wooden cabin was diagonally opposite the small white house, and they could see a bit of the small white house's front door. The door was open, and He Duoye, a tall and imposing man, was standing at the entrance.

When Lin Mian approached, he reached out and led her inside.

Meili was immediately disgusted: "Ugh, how sickening! It's only a few steps, how could I possibly fall into the water?"

Meizhu found it amusing and asked, "Is the room ready?"

Meili snorted and touched the face mask, saying, "Of course, I've put on a face mask. I'm going to rest and recuperate here for the next few days."

Meizhu placed the flowers on the table: "I've been resting these past few days, and it's been a long time since I've cooked a proper meal. Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll cook it for you these next few days."

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Lin Mian opened the gift from Mei Zhu; it was a pair of pure white aromatherapy diffusers with a fresh and elegant scent that was said to help with sleep.

These past few days in the little white house, they really came in handy. She put them away on the small table beside her, and then started tidying up the flowers.

There were just too many, so she found all the vases and filled each one completely, so nothing went to waste.

He Duoye was cooking dinner in the kitchen. The house was small, and Lin Mian could see what He Duoye was cooking just by peeking out from the living room. It was quite a ritualistic process: pan-frying steak, fruit salad, and pasta.

He Duoye rolled up his sleeves, put on black gloves, and used silver tongs to flip the bright red steak, causing the oil in the pan to sizzle and splash.

Lin Mian couldn't help but think back to the time when they first started cooking and eating together.

At that time, Lin Mian thought that He Duoye was living in poverty and misery, unable to afford food or hot water, and could only eat steamed buns with cold water. She felt sorry for him and began to awkwardly bring him food.

The reasons they gave were also very childish; they always said they made too much and couldn't finish it.

Fortunately, He Duoye didn't ask her why she always cooked too much food. But one day, He Duoye suddenly said, "I can just come to your house to eat."

Lin Mian's first reaction was to refuse.

She lives alone, and it would be strange to invite He Duoye to her house for dinner, especially since it's a home for a single man and woman. Besides, it's her home after all, and inviting He Duoye over would be tantamount to him invading her living space.

This made Lin Mian feel resistant. She felt sorry for He Duoye because he had no food, but she and He Duoye were not friends yet.

It's at most feeding stray animals.

Seeing Lin Mian's awkward silence, He Duoye said, "Or you can come to my house and cook."

Lin Mian: "..."

Wouldn't it be even stranger to cook for him at his house?

She's not some modern-day fairy godmother.

Lin Mian still wanted to refuse, but she was too shy to say no tactfully. After all, she wasn't familiar with He Duoye at that time, and tomorrow was the weekend. She couldn't even find an excuse like that she was busy.

So He Duoye said that he would go grocery shopping with her tomorrow.

Lin Mian was certain that her face was filled with rejection and embarrassment, but He Duoye seemed completely oblivious, finalized the matter, and even told Lin Mian to go back and get some rest that night.

The next day, they awkwardly and unfamiliarly strolled through the market, buying vegetables and meat. From that moment on, He Duoye never asked Lin Mian to pay for anything.

That day, I cooked lunch in He Duoye's dilapidated house.

Because of her nervousness and embarrassment, Lin Mian not only accidentally cooked the dish too salty, but it was also a little undercooked. She only realized this when she ate it, and felt even more embarrassed.

But He Duoye didn't say anything. After finishing his meal, he skillfully cleared the table and stove, and then washed the dishes. It was obvious that he had done a lot of housework before.

Lin Mian sat at the table, staring at him in a daze.

For the first time, she clearly saw that He Duoye seemed different from what she had imagined.

She began to examine He Duoye's house closely. It was dilapidated and had few pieces of furniture, but it was neither messy nor dirty; everything was in good order.

After washing the dishes, He Duoye dried his hands with a paper towel and asked Lin Mian, "Want some ice cream?"

There was no ice cream in his refrigerator, so they went to the convenience store together to buy some. After buying it, they ate it as they slowly walked home.

On the way, Lin Mian couldn't help but steal glances at He Duoye. She had always been filled with curiosity and a desire to explore this boy of the same age who had suddenly moved in. Later, after being frightened by him, she began to hide and tried her best to suppress her curiosity.

But now, that curious desire to explore has resurfaced.

Looking at He Duoye's profile, she sincerely thought, "He's so handsome, like a teenage version of the male lead in an idol drama."

Thinking about it, He Duoye suddenly turned to look at her, and their eyes met unexpectedly.

Lin Mian hurriedly looked away, her heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks burning. Just then, she heard He Duoye say, "Why have you been spying on me? You're not thinking of eating my ice cream, are you?"

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye said, "It's not impossible."

He walked up to Lin Mian and handed her the half-eaten ice cream: "I haven't tried this before. You can take a bite, but don't take too much."

Lin Mian's face turned completely red. She hesitated for several seconds before saying, "I don't want to eat the ice cream you've already eaten."

He Duoye said, "Shall I buy you another one?"

Lin Mian's face burned, and she ran away after saying "No."

After that day, He Duoye would send messages to Lin Mian asking what she wanted to eat for the next meal. Before she knew it, Lin Mian was eating the same pot of rice as He Duoye.

Later, they fell in love, slept in the same bed, and spent all their time together whenever they had a spare moment.

Day by day, year by year, little by little, from the age of fifteen until now, he has occupied nearly ten years of her life.

For Lin Mian, there would never be anyone more special or more important than him in this lifetime.