Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Nietzsche sat quietly for a while, and finally lay down on the bed feeling a little tired. He was over middle-aged, and staying up late was really not suitable.

When you are in your 20s, many people hope that they will look beautiful. After the age of 30, most people hope that they will be healthy. Nietzsche’s age is not an age suitable for tossing around.

Nietzsche closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, just like a hungry tramp lying on a lonely, deserted street, constantly hypnotizing himself--when he fell asleep, he would not feel hungry.

The young Han Xiu who was sleeping in the next room had a very, very bad dream.

Han Xiu dreamed that he was standing alone in the ice and snow, and he seemed to have returned to the scene when his father Han Sen took him to Brazil in the middle of winter to find Nietzsche.

it was the kind of scene you will never forget

"mom!"

Han Xiu saw Nietzsche standing in the white snow with a smile on his face, his bright red hair fluttering with the blizzard.

The mother's familiar face is so beautiful, and the mother's smile is so gentle. Whether in real life or in a dream, the scene of seeing Nietzsche for the first time is deeply engraved on Han Xiu's heart.

Han Xiu ran over, opened his arms, and was hugged tightly by Nietzsche who bent down...

"Mother……"

Finally found his mother who had left him for a long time, Han Xiu felt unspeakable dependence and satisfaction in his heart, so he hugged Nietzsche's neck tightly and refused to let go, hoping to stay in his mother's warm embrace forever.

"son."

Nietzsche's low sigh came from above his head, and the familiar scent of Nietzsche's body came from Han Xiu's nose.

"Son, I won't be your mother in the future, you will have a new mother."

As Nietzsche said so, he lowered his head and kissed Han Xiu on the cheek.

Han Xiu raised his head, and suddenly found himself hugged by a woman with a blurred face, and his breath smelled of strange women's perfume.

Looking over the woman's shoulder, Nietzsche's slender figure walked further and further away, without looking back at him until he disappeared into the sky at the end of the snow.

Han Xiu struggled, shaking his legs vigorously, and wanted to call out Nietzsche's name loudly, but he found that his body could not move, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his hands and arms were controlled by a strange woman, and he was tightly controlled by someone. Hold it in your arms.

Han Sen stood beside the woman and watched Nietzsche go further and further away. Han Xiu turned to look like Han Sen, but Han Sen remained expressionless.

"Mother……!"

Han Xiu suddenly woke up from the nightmare, murmuring something indistinctly.

The little cheeks are full of horror. In this dark night that can't be seen, at this moment of silence, a child who has never been loved by his mother since childhood is born with the fear of losing the protection of his most beloved parent. ]

Childhood failure is a setback and a huge psychological trauma that can never be erased in the life process of creatures called human beings. ]

Han Xiu stumbled off the bed, pulled the doorknob, and walked to the front of Han Sen and Nietzsche's bedroom. Han Xiu knocked hard on the door, "Dad, Dad!"

Shouting and shouting, Han Xiu burst into tears. Han Sen, who was leaning on the bed and looking at something, got out of bed immediately when he heard Han Xiu's voice, opened the door, and saw his son standing barefoot in front of his door , Stretching his head to look inside, with a look of horror in his dark green pupils, while searching for something with his eyes, with his small shoulders, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and there was a wet light on his cheeks.

"Han Xiu."

Han Sen looked at Han Xiu silently, and called out Han Xiu's name in a deep voice.

Han Xiu raised his head and glanced at Han Sen. He seemed to take a step back in horror, and then wept bitterly. This was the first time Han Sen saw Han Xiu cry so hard for a long time.

"Han Xiu, what's wrong?"

Han Sen squatted down, trying to hold Han Xiu in his arms.

Han Xiu raised his small arm and pushed Han Sen away suddenly. He questioned Han Sen with distrust in his immature voice: "Father, where is mother? Where is mother? I don't want a new mother, I don't want it!!"

Han Xiu stretched his head and looked into the room while weeping. Han Sen and Nietzsche had been sleeping together, and Han Xiu knew about it. But at this moment, Han Xiu couldn't see his mother in his father's room.

Han Xiu felt that he had lost something. He just felt that this was wrong. All parents should sleep together.

Han Sen hugged Han Xiu hard in his arms, and comforted him in a low voice in the corridor: .

"Xiu, mom is asleep, mom won't sleep with dad tonight."

Han Sen's intimidating power in the past seems to have no effect on Han Xiu at this moment.

Han Xiu shook his head vigorously, cried and said:

"Dad, Dad, you lied to me and gave me back my mother! I want my mother!..."

Han Xiu began to make trouble non-stop. Han Xiu was brought up by Han Sen. It is inevitable for children to cry, so Han Sen doesn't like the appearance of children crying.

But Han Sen still said patiently: "Hey, Dad will take you to find Mom right now."

Han Xiu stopped crying almost immediately, widened his eyes, and looked at Han Sen, "Dad, why didn't Mom sleep with you?"

Han Sen smiled silently: "Who said mom and dad must sleep together?"

Han Xiu retorted: "Mom and dad sleep together. All parents in the world sleep together. Why doesn't Xiu's father sleep with him?" Han Xiu looked at Han Sen aggrievedly.

Han Sen shook his head, walked to the door of Nietzsche's room, knocked on the door lightly, "Lutheran."

Nietzsche lay on the bed hugging the quilt, and said sullenly, "What's the matter."

He thought that it was impossible for Han Sen to suddenly tell him to go back to sleep. He knew that even if the young man outside the door lived alone for the rest of his life and slept in a single bed, he would not be so lonely.

Nietzsche didn't want to see Han Sen so much at this moment.

See that mesmerizing face.

Han Sen pushed open the door, Nietzsche turned his head and saw Han Sen holding Han Xiu in his arms, walking slowly to his bed, "Lutheran, Han Xiu had a nightmare, and now he is clamoring to see you."

"mom!"

Han Xiu threw himself into Nietzsche's arms, hugged Nietzsche tightly, put his cheek on Nietzsche's neck, pulled Nietzsche's hair with his fingers, and whispered, "Mom, why didn't you sleep with Daddy?" Together? I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore."

Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled, then lowered his head and kissed Han Xiu's forehead, "Why would Mom not want you?"

Han Xiu shook his head, "Mom, shall we go and sleep with Dad?"

Nietzsche raised his eyes to look at Han Sen, stretched out his fingers to brush Han Xiu's hair, and said softly, "Then you ask Dad, as long as Dad agrees, we will go to sleep with Dad."

Han Xiu didn't look at Han Sen, but buried his head in Nietzsche's chest, his fingers still tugging at the end of Nietzsche's hair, "Mom, shall we go sleep with Dad?"

Nietzsche blinked his eyes and said nothing, but looked at Han Sen with the tail of his eyes.

Han Sen bent down to hug Han Xiu, but Han Xiu held onto Nietzsche tightly, shook his head firmly and said, "No, I want my mother to hold me."

"Han Xiu, don't pull Mommy's hair, it hurts."

Han Sen glanced at Han Xiu and asked Han Xiu to let go.

Probably because he was really worried that Nietzsche would feel pain, Han Xiu let go of his hand obediently, Han Sen bent over and hugged Nietzsche, and walked towards the master bedroom with the child and his wife.

"Mom, you're going to sleep with my arms around me tonight."

Han Xiu seemed to be tired from crying. When he spoke, there was already a whisper in his tone, and his voice was faint as if he was about to fall asleep.

Nietzsche smiled and looked at Han Sen, "Okay."

Han Sen was wearing a blue plaid pajamas, the neckline was loosened, revealing a large area of ​​collarbone, the black hair that was always carefully combed was let down, and the black bangs were softly placed on the eyebrows and eyes, showing the current Han Sen is so gentle, exuding a gentle and compassionate aura like an elder.

Nietzsche leaned on Han Sen's chest, and Han Xiu in his arms had already fallen asleep. Probably the previous nightmare really made him feel unhappy. His small face still looked a little tired. During the light sleep, his fingers were still It is tightly pulling Nietzsche's skirt.

"Go to sleep."

Han Sen put Nietzsche on the bed, bowed his head and kissed Nietzsche on the cheek, then reached out and turned off the wall lamp beside the bed.

Nietzsche gave a low hum, closed his eyes, and looked very cute to Han Sen.

Han Xiu slept next to Nietzsche, he seemed to feel very at ease and comfortable, he let go of his hand soon, and fell asleep peacefully. Under the comfort of his parents, his breathing gradually became longer...

After the lights in the bedroom were turned off, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were pulled open by Han Sen, and the bright moonlight fell on the floor of the room.

Nietzsche opened his eyes in the dark, turned his face, looked outside, and turned his head to see outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a large area of ​​bright red flowers, which seemed to be stained with the wet and cool mist of midnight, and those mist condensed into dewdrops rippling on the petals On the sky, there was a crystal clear luster in the gradually thickening moonlight.

There was also a small piece of moonlight falling on Han Sen's side face, just like the flow of time, at this moment, it illuminated Han Sen's face and sculpted his side face.

Nietzsche slowly stretched out his fingers, the slender fingertips reached Han Sen's fingers, then pushed Han Sen's fingers away, and put his own fingers into Han Sen's fingers, and finally the ten fingers intertwined, Nietzsche felt a little He smiled happily, and his mood suddenly became better.

Suddenly, I felt that there seemed to be nothing to worry about, and I didn't expect that there would be such a day.

Han Sen closed his eyes, picked up Nietzsche's finger, put it on his lips and kissed it, and said softly, "Good boy, sleep."

Nietzsche blinked silently, turned sideways, put one arm on Han Sen's neck, pressed his soft red lips, kissed Han Sen's ear, and bit Han Sen gently. Sen's earlobe, paused for a while, then leaned over and kissed Han Sen's always serious mouth.

"Baby……"

Nietzsche whispered in Han Sen's ear.

Han Sen trembled all over, raised his palms to cover Nietzsche's eyes, pinched his face, and then passed an arm under Nietzsche's neck. With a tight arm, he held Nietzsche tightly in his arms. This is a habit of Han Sen sleeping, but at this moment, Nietzsche can't tell whether it is a habit or intentional.

In the past, Nietzsche would not allow Han Sen to stay in his bed. Later, the relationship with Han Sen gradually deteriorated. Nietzsche did not allow Han Sen to sleep beside him, and Han Sen developed the habit of sleeping with Nietzsche in his arms. habit.

In short, it cannot be changed.

Nietzsche raised a slender leg, caressing Han Sen's underside...

"Sen, I can't sleep."

Nietzsche's voice was seductive, and his fingers began to comb Han Sen's hair slowly. Like an elder who spoils his children, he caressed Han Sen's temples one after another. This action is extremely lethal to a man.

Han Sen swallowed, and pressed Nietzsche's fingertips stroking his temples, "The child is here, it's not good to be seen."

"The kids will love seeing us love each other."

Han Sen gave a rare soft smile,

"how do you know."

Nietzsche snorted,

"My own child, he has the blood of my Lutheran family, how could I not know."

After speaking, his fingers reached into the edge of Han Sen's pajamas and held Han Sen's place.

Han Sen frowned, "Uncle, can you bear with me?"

Nietzsche shook his head without hesitation: "No, I can't help it."

"Han Sen, although I am now in the position of a wife, I am still a man. I am very horny now. You must satisfy all my needs. If you want to keep a man, you have to feed the man's body."

Before Han Sen could speak, Nietzsche suddenly turned over and pressed on Han Sen's body, bowed his head and kissed Han Sen's lips forcefully.

As long as it is what he wants, he must use any means to get it, take the initiative by any means, yes, no matter what the situation is.

Han Xiu was sleeping next to him, and Han Sen could only remain motionless, waking up the child to see such a scene, which would definitely cast a shadow on the child's psychology.

Well, regardless of whether it will or not, Han Sen still thinks so.

Those images of working with Nietzsche on the bed day and night once again invaded Han Sen's mind. At that time, Han Sen was doing things every day, so that he felt nauseous.

Do you like to eat meat? Three meals of meat a day will make you sick.

But Han Sen felt like he was used to it.

But Nietzsche always wants enough, everything is too insecure.

When Han Sen was slightly distracted, Nietzsche parted Han Sen's hair, and his lips were printed on the tattoo on Han Sen's forehead. The long hair was a little cold and scattered on Han Sen's cheeks.

Han Sen looked down. With the moonlight outside the window, Han Sen inevitably saw the scenery inside Nietzsche's underwear.

Han Sen couldn't help feeling.

"Sen, if only I could give you a baby."

Nietzsche suddenly said so.

Han Sen lay there motionless,

"If I were a woman, you'd have at least a liter of semen in me, and maybe we'd have lots of kids."

Nietzsche has always been very explicit when speaking. Just when Han Sen was surprised, Nietzsche lowered his head and hugged Han Sen, and Han Sen snorted softly.

"Han Sen, what do you think of my level?"

Han Sen nodded silently, "I've made progress."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's expressionless face in the dark, unable to express his feelings, he pressed Han Sen's arm, pinched Han Sen's chin, and suddenly said with a sinister expression: "Han Sen, don't Make a sound."

After speaking, Nietzsche pressed Han Sen's shoulder and sat down slowly.

"Lutheran, come down."

Han Sen probably didn't expect Nietzsche to do this under such circumstances, but just as he said something, Nietzsche covered Han Sen's mouth, "Sleeping next to you, just smelling your body , I can't bear it anymore..."

"Han Sen, what should I do? I feel like my whole body is shaking."

Nietzsche covered Han Sen's mouth and moved up and down silently. The child was still there. Han Sen couldn't push Nietzsche away, he couldn't hurt Nietzsche.

Nietzsche suppressed his voice and moved, letting Han Sen feel his inner self to the maximum. The junction was wet, and the hair on Han Sen's body was wet with salt. Han Sen pursed his lips and held his hands forbearance. Bed, let Lutheran do whatever he wants on his body.

Until the end, Han Sen felt something spilled on his chest.

Nietzsche finally got his wish.After enduring it for a long time, he finally got his wish and fucked Han Sen.

Nietzsche panted silently, lying softly on Han Sen's chest, holding Han Sen's fingers in his mouth, and gently licking Han Sen's fingertips with the tip of his tongue. A thin layer of sweat broke out.

"I feel like I was raped by you again."

Very rare, Han Sen said with annoyed expression, stood up from the bed lightly, carried Nietzsche into the bathroom, gently closed the bathroom door, and washed again.

Back on the bed, Nietzsche lay on Han Sen's chest contentedly, with his arms tightly around Han Sen, wrapping around Han Sen's body like a snake, while his other hand was still playing with Han Sen obscenely. , I really don't want to let go for the rest of my life.

In Nietzsche's heart, Han Sen is the sexiest stunner in the world.

I really want to fuck him with my own place every day.I want to ride on him all the time.

"Why do you always want to do this kind of thing with me? I really want to ignore you for the rest of my life."

Han Sen said the second sentence.

Anyway, Nietzsche, who had succeeded, snorted excitedly,

"It's a big deal that you ignore me from tomorrow on."

So, Han Sen really ignored him from the next day.

Han Sen seemed really really angry.

They have clearly planned to suspend those overly stimulating contacts, why would he do such a thing.