Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Every time Han Sen is very intense, Nietzsche's eyes will have a faint sparkle.

Han Sen stretched out his hand slowly, pinched Nietzsche's neck with his fingers, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Your life is yours."

Nietzsche raised his neck too high, looked at Han Sen and said:

"If you want to kill me now, that's fine too. I'm actually willing to die under your body."

Looking into Nietzsche's eyes, Han Sen slowly let go, hugged Nietzsche and sat on his body, reaching out to support Nietzsche's waist: "Move yourself."

Nietzsche supported Han Sen's shoulders with both hands, and his legs wrapped around Han Sen's waist, moving up and down. At the last moment, Nietzsche grabbed Han Sen's palm and placed it on his chest, "Han Sen, I The person who loves you is yours in the future, and my heartbeat is also yours."

Han Sen trembled all over, put his hands around Nietzsche's waist, let his scorching temperature invade Nietzsche's body, "Lutheran, you can interfere with my affairs, this is the power I give you, don't lie to me."

Nietzsche smiled softly, lowered his head, kissed the corner of Han Sen's mouth, and gently stroked Han Sen's handsome eyebrows with his fingers, "Of course, baby."

Han Sen closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and let Nietzsche kiss his cheek and forehead.