Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Master, where are we going now?"

Nietzsche stayed in Hei Jin's apartment for a while, watching Han Sen's men clean up the room, everything inside and out, before getting up and finally leaving.

When Nietzsche went out, Lili hurriedly asked.

She didn't know what Nietzsche was going to do next.

Nietzsche looked up at the disgusting sky. The night was about to pass. Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, the sun was about to break through the clouds and fall on the ground, but the clouds were quite thick.

Looking at the color of the sky, Nietzsche felt that it was likely to rain this morning.

"Go home, Han Sen is waiting for me."

Lili looked at Nietzsche's gorgeous profile and opened her mouth to speak, but in the end she didn't say anything, she just nodded and said, "Okay, let's go home, master."

When Nietzsche came home, Ken had already changed Han Sen's medicine and helped Han Sen clean up his body.

Feng Bai and the others knew that Nietzsche was coming back, and they probably understood that Nietzsche had already solved all the problems, and it was not their turn to worry about any of the following things, so Feng Bai obediently went back to where he should go.

Especially Feng Bai, he must return to Brazil immediately, there are still many things that have not been completely resolved.

"Welcome home, Mr. Nietzsche."

Hearing that Nietzsche had returned home, all the servants stood in line outside the door and waited for Nietzsche to come in.

Generally speaking, the servants of big families are all follow suits, they are all fools, and they follow whoever has power.

Everyone knows that Han Sen is in a coma now, thinking that Han Sen is likely to be completely unconscious, then Nietzsche Lutheran will be the real master of the family in the future, and they must be good and more serious than before to please Nietzsche.

"Good morning everyone."

Nietzsche nodded expressionlessly to the lined up servants, and then walked into the gate of the villa.

When he first entered, as Nietzsche expected, the sky suddenly began to rain lightly, and Nietzsche's body was soaked.

"Mr. Nietzsche, I'll help you take off your coat, it's already soaked by the rain."

The housekeeper walked behind Nietzsche courteously, and helped Nietzsche take off his coat.

Nietzsche put on a very homely dark gray cardigan, tied up his red hair and put it on his left shoulder.

"Would you like to take a break first?"

In fact, when Nietzsche entered the door, the butler had already smelled the strong smell of blood on Nietzsche's body. In the oppressive air before dawn, those smells were tightly attached to Nietzsche's body and could not be dispelled. , so that those who are close to him dare not breathe.

Of course the butler knew what Nietzsche was doing, and that also meant that he must have been up all night.

Once Nietzsche didn't sleep, he would become very irritable. For the sake of everyone in the family and Nietzsche's body, the housekeeper still risked being scolded and suggested persuading Nietzsche to take a rest.

Nietzsche gave the butler a cold look:

"Is Mr. Han awake?"

The butler shook his head,

"No."

Nietzsche was really unhappy and said:

"Then shut up! How can I sleep like this."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche turned around and walked towards the bedroom where Han Sen was resting. The butler followed Nietzsche step by step.

Looking at Nietzsche's situation, the housekeeper became worried, because it was likely that Han Sen would wake up for a long time, and Nietzsche would most likely refuse to rest because of this.

Nietzsche is sensible and shrewd when he does things, but when he encounters things about Han Sen, he will be very stubborn, and he is so stubborn that no one will say anything, unless Han Sen can't stand it and speaks in person.

When entering the door, the lights in the room were dimmed. Nietzsche walked to Han Sen's side and called softly, "Han Sen."

Han Sen lay on the bed, unresponsive.

The butler looked at Nietzsche's increasingly cold side face, and took a few steps behind him in horror, afraid that Nietzsche would suddenly get angry.

Nietzsche closed his eyes silently, then opened them, sat down on the chair beside the bed before, reached out and touched Han Sen's side face, and asked in a deep voice, "While I was away, did Mr. Han show up?" what's the situation?"

As soon as Nietzsche spoke, the butler trembled unconsciously. When he raised his head, he found that Nietzsche was not looking at him, but his eyes were on Han Sen's face.

So the steward shook his head and said:

"No, nothing happened, everything is normal."

Nietzsche nodded.

"what did the doctor say."

"Doctor Ken said that Mr. Han's condition still needs to be observed."

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice, waved to the housekeeper and said:

"You go down first."

"Yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

After finishing speaking, the butler bowed and stepped back, then gently closed the door.

"Han Sen."

Nietzsche reached out and picked up Han Sen's finger, put it under his lips, kissed him, and then put the back of Han Sen's hand on his cheek: "Sen, I killed all those scumbags, who will tell you not to kiss him in the future?" If you are happy, I will torture anyone."

"You are no longer a helpless child, I will protect you, and I will make everyone look up to you with your face and honor."

"My country, power, and glory, from now on, everything belongs to you."

Nietzsche murmured to Han Sen, then stood up, leaning on Han Sen's chest, reaching out to wrap his arms around Han Sen's shoulders, mosuo Han Sen's profile on his cheek.

"Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Han's breakfast is here."

Just as Nietzsche and Hansen were loving each other, a servant knocked on the door, reminding Nietzsche that Hansen's breakfast was served.

"come in."

Nietzsche said without raising his head. He put his fingertips into Han Sen's waist and abdomen, stroking gently, and silently felt the violation of Han Sen's skin that Nietzsche was so familiar with. It felt very comfortable and made Nietzsche obsessed .

Nietzsche closed his eyes slightly, rolling with Han Sen's fiery embrace in his imagination.

Don't think that Nietzsche and Hansen didn't think about anything when they were alone. In fact, Nietzsche completely used the dirty, obscene and tense imagination under his noble face on Hansen.

For Han Sen who doesn't pay attention to lust, those contents are really dirty and terrible.

To put it bluntly, Nietzsche, who couldn't do anything to Han Sen, was molesting Han Sen with his thoughts.

The reason why Nietzsche did this was because he really couldn't believe that he hadn't made out with Han Sen for 16 hours.

Not being able to feel and get close to Hansen the most deeply, Nietzsche felt that he was dying. Everything was so depressing, so depressing that people couldn't breathe.

Because although Han Sen is unconscious, it is better to supplement the right amount and food instead of just relying on the input of nutrient solution to maintain it.

Nietzsche looked up at the servant who came in with a tray, pointed to the coffee table by the bed, and said flatly, "Put the breakfast there."

The servant nodded obediently, and gently put the breakfast on the coffee table.

Nietzsche turned his head and looked. The breakfast was white porridge, the kind of Chinese-style white porridge that Han Sen often forced himself to eat. It was very, very annoying.

Seeing that Nietzsche frowned obviously, the servant who brought breakfast hurriedly explained: "Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Han's body is injured now, and his weakness cannot be replenished. He must eat some light food."

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice,

"I see."

"You can go out now."

After speaking, Nietzsche turned his gaze and looked straight at Han Sen's face.

Seeing Nietzsche's abnormal performance and silence, the servant turned around and walked out quickly, and then told the butler about it, and the butler called Dr. Ken over.

This is also something that can’t be helped. Nietzsche would not do this in the past. No one in the family wanted Nietzsche to look strange when Mr. Han woke up. Nietzsche has gone silently crazy now.

Without knocking, Ken pushed the door open and walked in.

Ken was afraid that Nietzsche would do something wrong to Han Sen, so he hurried from where he lived to the front of Han Sen's bedroom.

But when Ken entered, Nietzsche was feeding Han Sen, and the room was quiet.

Standing by the door, Ken watched the man pinch Han Sen's chin, and fed the light porridge into Han Sen's mouth carefully, with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't have any strange emotions.

Ken was relieved, it turned out that Nietzsche was just planning to feed Han Sen breakfast himself.

So Ken stayed in the room for a while, and when Nietzsche finished feeding, let Nietzsche go out first, so as not to disturb Han Sen's quiet rest.

Finally, Nietzsche finished feeding Han Sen's breakfast. He put down the tableware in his hand, and Ken took a step towards Han Sen's bed, intending to remind Nietzsche.

But Nietzsche then did something that made him unable to look directly.

Nietzsche lifted the thin quilt covering Han Sen's body,

Then he looked straight at the black boxer briefs Han Sen was wearing, and along the edge of the briefs, he stretched his fingers in and held Han Sen there.

Because it was morning, even though Han Sen was still asleep, his body showed the reaction that all men should have.

Nietzsche tore off the edge of Han Sen's underpants, and his eyes stayed on the place where his hands were holding. His slender fingers moved up and down, but very lightly and slowly. He didn't know what he was going to do.

Ken blushed immediately, and at the same time looked anxiously at Nietzsche who was so overstepped.

"Who changed Han Sen's clothes this morning?"

Before Ken himself could speak, Nietzsche opened his mouth to speak first.

"It's me, Mr. Nietzsche. This is routine nursing work."

Nietzsche glanced at Ken coldly, still holding Han Sen with his fingers,

"In the future, you only need to change Han Sen's medicine, and I will do the cleaning of the body."

Ken nodded blankly, watching Nietzsche lower his head and kiss Han Sen's chest, Ken finally understood that Nietzsche was obviously doing foreplay!

"Wait... Mr. Nietzsche, listen to me, you can't do this..."

Before Ken finished speaking, Nietzsche looked up at him coldly:

"Why can't I do this, Mr. Han has finished his breakfast, I think it's time for me to have breakfast too."

Ken stood there in a daze, and suddenly understood what Nietzsche meant, and his neck turned red.

He really didn't expect that there would be such a day. He didn't expect that besides worrying about Han Sen's health, he would also want to prevent Han Sen's lover from molesting Han Sen at any time.

"Why, do you want to stand here and watch me make out with Han Sen?"

Ken listened to Nietzsche's unreasonable words, looked at Nietzsche's expressionless face, and finally accused Nietzsche angrily: "Niezsche! If Mr. Han's body is different because of your behavior, don't you feel guilty? Sad?!"

Nietzsche sneered:

"Why am I guilty, why am I sad?"

"Han Sen is mine. He is mine with his eyes open, and he is mine with his eyes closed. If he dies, he is still mine."

"I can do whatever I want with him, and it's not up to you to take care of me."

Ken said angrily:

"Nietzsche, you lunatic, let me tell you, this is inhumane! I will not condone your behavior like this!"

Nietzsche let go of his fingers and stood up silently, looked straight at Ken, and approached Ken step by step, "Humanity? What is humanity? I don't know what humanity is, I only know what I want. If If you don't get out now, I'll kill those of you who try to separate Han Sen from me."

"You conspirators."

Ken was so speechless by Nietzsche's strange thinking logic that he could only jump and stamp his feet and say, "Nietzsche Lutheran, you crazy!"

Nietzsche turned around silently, picked up the gun beside the bed, and made a silent gesture at Ken to shoot.

"boom……!"

With a bang, before Ken could react, Nietzsche pulled the trigger directly.

His body was suddenly pulled over by the housekeeper, and Ken was trembling with fright. Turning his head, he saw the bullet marks on the wall of the bedroom damaged by bullets, thinking that Nietzsche was indeed a lunatic.

Seeing that he hadn't killed Ken, Nietzsche strode out, planning to kill the Japanese old man today.

Both Lili and the butler rushed over, dissuading Nietzsche by saying:

"Mr. Nietzsche, you can do whatever you want, we all want you to be with Mr. Han, but you must not kill Dr. Ken!"

Nietzsche looked gloomy, and looked at Ken who was blocked by the housekeeper and Lili with a murderous expression, "Those who try to leave us are guilty and unforgivable."

Looking at Nietzsche, who was already very beautiful in appearance, he looked like the god of death in hell at the moment. Ken was so frightened that his legs became weak, his whole body trembled, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, sliding down his temples. Ken felt that he had lost at least ten years of beauty. life.

Nietzsche is too scary, he doesn't know why such a man is obsessed with Han Sen.

In short, Han Sen worked hard.

Lili said to Nietzsche:

"Master, Dr. Ken is just like you. Mr. Han recognized him as a man. Are you going to hurt Mr. Han? Dr. Ken saved Mr. Han's life before!"

Nietzsche paused, and looked at Ken with displeasure,

"Get out now, it's best not to let me try to kill you again. If you go too far, kill you, Han Sen won't blame me."

After speaking, Nietzsche turned back to Han Sen and closed the door.

Ken suddenly collapsed on the ground, vowing to himself that he would never provoke Nietzsche again. This man had almost no patience, and what was even more frightening was that he was still an out-and-out paranoid.

"Actually, I think it's okay to sacrifice Mr. Han's body."

The butler said to Ken very calmly.

Although it is very unscrupulous to betray one's rightful master without hesitation, but now the head of the house and the mistress are too scary, so the only way to sacrifice the master is.

As soon as the butler finished speaking, there was the sound of various things falling apart in Han Sen's bedroom. It was probably Nietzsche who was throwing things again.

The butler raised his hands to cover his face,

"Mr. Han, why is this happening?"

Han Sen is such an outstanding and outstanding man, what kind of crime did he owe others in his previous life, so that he will be favored by a pervert like Nietzsche in this life.

In the room, Nietzsche just threw all the surrounding things to the ground, watching them all be destroyed, and he sat expressionlessly in the middle of the mess, his fingers were stained with blood by the glass.

For a long time, Nietzsche said to himself:

"Han Sen, no one really cares about you except me. If it weren't for your face, I would definitely kill that old guy. He is too lowly to see me with you."

The room was still empty and silent.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's face and said softly:

"Han Sen, I'm so hungry."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche stood up, bent down and kissed Han Sen's lips. He pinched Han Sen's chin, put his lips on it, and then stuck his tongue into Han Sen's mouth, biting the tip of Han Sen's tongue. Start sucking non-stop.

The smell in Han Sen's mouth is good, and Han Sen's tongue is so soft.

Nietzsche snorted lowly, reached down into the edge of Han Sen's underwear, and then held it there again.

It still remained the same as before. Nietzsche kissed Han Sen's forehead and the corners of his eyes, got up and knelt by the bed, lowered his head to hold it there, and sucked hard.

Han Sen's body seemed to respond well to Nietzsche's movements.

"Well……"

Nietzsche raised his head and swallowed Han Sen's stuff, then opened his mouth again to clean up Han Sen's place.

In the end Nietzsche was satisfied and licked his lips, bent over Han Sen's chest,

"Han Sen, I can't bear it anymore."

Since that day, Ken has honestly changed Han Sen's dressing every day, and never prevented Nietzsche from doing any obscene things to Han Sen.

However, Ken also found that Han Sen's body didn't seem to be damaged by Nietzsche's actions. It seems that Nietzsche still knew what he was doing, and he didn't act aggressively.

Ken's main concern was also that Nietzsche would overdo Han Sen.

But Nietzsche obviously cherishes Han Sen and his body more than everyone expected.

And the scariest thing was that Nietzsche sat there without sleep and watched Han Sen for three whole days, doing nothing, occasionally eating something, and occasionally going to the bathroom.

Because of anemia, Nietzsche's face became paler and paler. When he occasionally soaked in the sun, he almost merged with the bright sunlight, forming a stark contrast with the two bright red patches and his lips. A bloody and coquettish feeling, which is scary when you look at it at first glance.

But everyone let him behave like this, because no one dared to control him.

"Mr. Nietzsche, it's time for you to wash up."

The servant who served Nietzsche to wash up these days reminded Nietzsche to wash up.

Nietzsche, who was restless, had a sleepy expression and couldn't wake up. When the servant reminded him to wash up, Nietzsche nodded, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.

The servant prepared the hot water, and Nietzsche picked up the silk bag to wash his face, when he suddenly heard a sound from the bedroom.

"Han Sen is awake."

Nietzsche said firmly, and then quickly put down the silk steps in his hands and walked towards the bedroom.

The servants thought that Han Sen had really woken up, and they were all ecstatic and followed Nietzsche towards the bedroom.

Because, as long as Han Sen wakes up, then everyone doesn't need to be so depressed.

To be honest, Mr. Han is more suitable for this kind of home life, and being with Nietzsche is simply a kind of torture.

And it's the kind of torture that doesn't know what will happen in the next second.

Nietzsche pushed open the bedroom door and saw Han Sen still lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The room was quiet, and the photo frame beside the bed fell to the ground.

Nietzsche walked over, reached out and patted Han Sen's cheek lightly, and said softly, "Han Sen, Han Sen?"

Han Sen didn't respond, and the servants standing at the door were all disappointed, even more disappointed than Nietzsche.

Nietzsche turned his head abruptly, and said coldly:

"Get out of here."

The servants all retreated quickly, and then closed the door for Nietzsche.

Nietzsche violently picked up the vase that had just been replaced by the head of the bed and threw it on the wall, then overturned all the tables and chairs.

"Han Sen, I hate you."

Nietzsche reached out and grabbed Han Sen's neck, trying to strangle Han Sen to death.

Nietzsche had never done such a naive thing in his life, but Han Sen's expression never changed.

Looking at Han Sen's pale face, Nietzsche let go of his hand suddenly, and five red finger prints appeared on Han Sen's neck.

Nietzsche lowered his head in distress, lying on Han Sen's body, with his arms around Han Sen's shoulders, his expression cold.

"Han Sen, I'm about to die."

It feels like I'm separated from myself.

Half my soul is numb.

Nietzsche stood up suddenly, lifted Han Sen's quilt, and then took off his clothes silently. He wanted to be completely integrated with Han Sen, otherwise he would feel that he had been completely split.

Nietzsche held Han Sen up and down, then supported Han Sen's shoulder, and sat down slowly.

At first I felt a little pain, but Nietzsche felt very comfortable once I climbed up. After a low gasp, Nietzsche began to move up and down.

"Han Sen, touch me."

Nietzsche took Han Sen's palm and put it on his cheek, then his chest.

But Han Sen's palm keeps falling off.

Nietzsche angrily slammed Han Sen's body a few times, then waved his hand and slapped Han Sen hard on the cheek.

"Han Sen, I won't let you go."

Nietzsche reached out and pinched Han Sen's face fiercely, then bent over and hugged Han Sen, closing his eyes in pain.

Just when Nietzsche was riding on Han Sen, Han Sen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Nietzsche expressionlessly.

Nietzsche blinked, held Han Sen's face suddenly, and kissed him.

"Fuck me."

Nietzsche gasped.

Han Sen began to look at Nietzsche, narrowing his eyes slightly, without saying a word.

"Deaf?!"

Nietzsche waved his hand to slap Han Sen again.

Han Sen suddenly raised his hand to hold Nietzsche's arm, and asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you."