Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen hurriedly hugged Nietzsche by the waist, feeling Nietzsche's scorching body temperature in his palm.

Han Sen pursed his lips and hugged Nietzsche and walked quickly towards the bedroom, with a sullen look on his face that he had rarely seen in these years.

Han Sen avoided the crowd who were chatting boringly in his courtyard, and carried Nietzsche into the bedroom.

In the courtyard, the guests were greeted by butlers, and the atmosphere was quite good.

Wearing a handsome suit, Han Xiuxiu was talking to a guest's little daughter, it was nothing more than a child's comparison.

The little girl seems to be very eloquent, Han Xiu is usually very quiet, and the way of expression is only a few words, which can't go beyond the real life to say any big words, really can't say that girl Son.

So he just stood silently in the corner and listened to the girl's chattering. The crimson hair fell on his brows, and his face was buried in a dim shadow. His expression was always pure, and he didn't know the little head What the hell is he thinking.

Han Xiu's little Nietzsche-like face was a little dull because of his lack of expression. Anyway, compared to the cleverness of ordinary children, Han Xiu was somewhat unresponsive and dull.

Probably because Han Sen's discipline is too strict, and Han Sen's way of raising Han Xiu is completely old-fashioned education. Han Xiu is not in the Western evaluation system of children's quality that is open and focuses on children's creativity and initiative. Can't have too good a performance.

Because Han Xiu's personality inherited from his father Han Sen, he is calm and not exaggerated, and his personality is more or less traditional and ink-stained.Always slow to do things and time.

Han Sen walked quickly towards the bedroom with Nietzsche in his arms, passing by Han Xiu.

Han Xiu quickly followed him, reaching out to pull his father's clothes, Han Sen glanced at Han Xiu, "Han Xiu, Dad is busy right now, you go find other sisters to play with."

Han Xiu nodded obediently. In fact, he followed Han Sen to the front of the bedroom.

Han Xiu's small body leaned against the door, blinked his eyes, and saw his mother being hugged by his father, and walked silently to the bed in the bedroom. His father bent down, put his mother on the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed Gently flicked the bangs on her mother's forehead, took her mother's palm with one hand and put it under her lips, bowed her head and kissed it.

Behind the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, there are flowers and trees full of flowers shaking gently, and the shadows fall on the windows.

Han Xiu looked at his father and mother without blinking. They are both so noble and respect each other.

Han Xiu has deeply respected his parents since he was a child, and his filial nature is astonishing.

Because neither father nor mother spoke, Han Xiu just held his breath and stretched his neck to see Nietzsche's appearance, and accidentally pushed the bedroom door wide open.

Han Sen turned his face and saw his son standing by the door, looking at himself and Nietzsche eagerly, "Xiu, what did Dad say just now?"

Finding that Han Xiu was not very obedient, Han Sen's tone became severe.

In fact, Han Xiu just wanted to see his mother too much.

Han Xiu was suddenly shocked by Han Sen's serious expression, but he still moved his footsteps towards the room without a trace, then looked at Han Sen and said, "Dad, is Mom asleep?"

Han Sen carefully placed Nietzsche's injured palm in his own, and held it up. Seeing his younger son's nervous face, he nodded, "Yes, Mom is sleeping."

Han Sen didn't want his son to see the horrific wound on Nietzsche's palm and the bloody fingertips, so he said to Han Xiu, "Son, mom needs to rest now, you can go out and play by yourself now, okay?"

Han Xiu said obediently, "Okay, Dad. Good night." Then he turned to the corridor and went down the stairs.

"Mr. Han, the doctor is here."

The housekeeper asked the maid who served Han Xiu to sleep, took Han Xiu, and led the doctor to the bedroom on the second floor quietly.

"Let Justin host the external affairs, she is the PR."

Han Sen looked down at Nietzsche, unwilling to leave Nietzsche's side, and also unwilling to take care of those things outside.

"Then...those guests?"

The housekeeper looked at Han Sen with some embarrassment.

"It's almost time for Justin to let them go. I'll give her the right to say that Ludlan is unwell, so we won't go out to entertain them."

Han Sen didn't intend to talk too much with those people. The main content of Han Xiu's birthday party was over, and they could almost leave.

"Okay, Mr. Han."

The butler nodded, looked at Han Sen gently holding Nietzsche's hand, and then Nietzsche's always pale face. He suddenly felt sad, so he closed the door and retreated silently.

"Doctor, please treat Lutheran's wound."

Han Sen signaled the doctor to stand by the bed.

The doctor walked over, and Han Sen picked up Ludland's injured palm, and opened Nietzsche's palm so that the doctor could carefully see the scratches on Nietzsche's palm.

The doctor frowned, and began to take out his own disinfectant and cotton balls from the medicine cabinet.

"Mr. Han, why did your lover's hand hurt so badly?"

Han Sen looked down at Nietzsche's face with an annoyed expression.

"It's my fault. I'm not a good husband. I'm not a good parent either."

This doctor has always been the private family doctor of Han Sen's family, and he gets a very generous commission from Han Sen.

Han Sen is gentle and gentle. The relationship between this doctor and Han Sen has always been very good, so there are still some things that can be said.

"Mr. Han, please take off Mr. Nietzsche's ring, otherwise the medicine may corrode."

"Ok."

Han Sen nodded, holding Nietzsche's wrist, making a gesture to take off the ring on his middle finger.

The bitter smell of medicine came from his breath, and he felt in a daze that someone was pulling out the ring on his middle finger.

The dizzy Nietzsche opened his eyes suddenly, quickly withdrew the small arm that Han Sen was pinching, and asked Han Sen coldly, "What are you doing?"

Nietzsche's dark green eyes were emotionless, but under the dim light, Nietzsche's eyes were full of indescribable horror, which would definitely not be apparent to those who were not familiar with Nietzsche.

Nietzsche's body was very hot. Han Sen noticed that Nietzsche's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Uncle, I just took the ring off."

Han Sen said softly, with comfort in his tone.

After finishing speaking, Han Sen reached out to hold Nietzsche's wrist.

Nietzsche seemed to have encountered something timely and terrible. He slammed Han Sen away from his finger, sat up quickly, and looked at Han Sen coldly, "Get out of here."

"It's mine, it's mine. No one can take it away."

Han Sen was taken aback, as if he had scared Nietzsche. In fact, Han Sen knew that Ludland was really unreasonable sometimes, but Ludland was really very, very young in some aspects, and he did things seriously The style of time is completely different.

Others can't bear it, but after so many years, Han Sen has long been used to it. No matter how bad Nietzsche's character is, he will not put too much pressure on Han Sen to complete.

So, Han Sen slowed down his tone even more, and sat down next to Nietzsche, "Uncle, take off the ring, I just asked the doctor to clean up the wound on your hand, Uncle, your palm is injured, do you know?"

After speaking, the doctor walked to Han Sen's side, and together with Han Sen, comforted Nietzsche with his eyes.

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen, clenched his fist tightly until the wound on the palm overflowed with blood again, his red lips were tightly pressed together, without saying a word, the red hair slipped from his cheeks Down, covering Nietzsche's gloomy and almost frozen vision, pieces of warm light fell down, but Nietzsche felt that the world was so cold.

For a while, no one in the room spoke.

"Mr. Han. I think I'd better avoid it for now. You should have a good conversation with Mr. Nietzsche first."

The doctor knows that he doesn't seem to be suitable here under such circumstances. He knows Nietzsche's previous reputation, which is dark and frightening. If it weren't for the tolerant and generous Han Sen, the doctor would never be willing to be alone with Nietzsche. Ludland .

In Italy, the man's reputation can be said to be overwhelming.

Han Sen waved his hand and signaled the doctor to go down first.

After the doctor left, Han Sen turned his head to look at Nietzsche, and finally said with some displeasure, "Ludland, you are sick and very serious, you know that."

Han Sen looked at the bright blood stains falling on the bed along Nietzsche's fingertips. Han Sen had never felt that the blood could be so glaring.

Nietzsche lowered his head and didn't speak, he didn't know what he was thinking, but bit his lips hard, as if he also bit his plump lips.

Han Sen saw that Nietzsche remained silent,

"Lutheran, I'm talking to you!"

Han Sen reached out to touch Nietzsche's shoulder, Nietzsche waved his hand and slapped Han Sen, and pointed at the door hysterically, "Han Sen, get out!"

The doctor stood in the corridor outside the door for a long time, hearing Nietzsche's roar and the sound of things being smashed from the room, which was a mess.

Han Sen sat on the bed, tightly hugging the maniac Ludlan, and pressed his lips against Ludlan's lips, preventing him from biting his own lips like masochistic.Han Sen's tongue smelled of blood, and he knew it was the taste of Ludlan's injured lips.

"Lutheran, be good and be obedient."

Han Sen let go of one hand, and the other hand gently caressed Ludlan's thin back, let go of Ludlan's lips, and then kissed Ludlan a few times carefully. He found that Ludlan was like It's a manic beast.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen blankly,

"Han Sen, you lied to me."

Han Sen shook his head,

"I did not lie to you,"

How could I lie to you?

Nietzsche's eyes turned red from forbearance,

"Han Sen, you betrayed me!"

"Han Sen, you said a few years ago that you would stay with me forever, but now you betray me!"

Han Sen raised his hand and tried Nietzsche's forehead. The temperature under his palm was frighteningly high. Now Han Sen really felt that Nietzsche's head was burned out.

"Uncle, lie down obediently and let the doctor take a look at you, okay?"

"I will stay by your side every step of the way."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen, only to feel that his head was hurting so much that he was about to explode. He was too lazy to say anything, Nietzsche pushed Han Sen away suddenly, turned around and fell on the bed, lying on the bed limply, with thin sweat on his forehead, From the body to the bottom of the heart, the pain that spreads is always severe.

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's lips again, knowing that Nietzsche would definitely not let the doctor approach him now. He knew him too well. Although Nietzsche is a middle-aged man, for some reason, he never Don't feel sick and need to see a doctor.As if he was a god himself.

Han Sen personally went into the bathroom to get some hot water, wet a towel, put the hot water on Nietzsche's bedside, and then took out a pair of pajamas that Nietzsche often wore from the closet, put it next to the bed, and planned to Wipe off the cold sweat on Nietzsche himself, put on his pajamas, and then serve Nietzsche to sleep.

In fact, it was like this when he was in prison. Every time Nietzsche fell ill, it was Han Sen who served him all night long.

At that time, Nietzsche was still addicted to cigarettes. If he wanted to smoke and drink water when he woke up in a daze in the middle of the night, Han Sen had to get up to light a cigarette for him or pour him water to drink.

Sometimes I have to carry him to the bathroom.

Han Sen walked back to Nietzsche's bed and reached out to untie Nietzsche's clothes. Nietzsche lay listlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling above his head, allowing Han Sen to take off his neat coat, and then the following white shirt.

"Uncle, I will wipe your body clean and put on your pajamas. I will sleep with you tonight."

Han Sen knew that Nietzsche liked to sleep with him. Nietzsche didn't like being alone in one place very much. Whether it was now or in the past, Nietzsche never liked being alone.

In fact, Nietzsche didn't like Han Sen much before, but no matter where he went, he always took Han Sen with him.

The first is because Han Sen is considerate and docile by nature, and the second is that Han Sen was still very young at that time, and he didn't have any important things to do, so he always had enough time to waste a lot of time on Nietzsche.

"Really?",

Nietzsche's voice was very low, and he turned to look at Han Sen. He seemed to be a little happier because of Han Sen's words, and his eyes shone with brilliance.

A capricious personality that hasn't changed at all.

Han Sen took the injured palm that Nietzsche still hadn't cleaned, and nodded, "Yes, I swear."

Nietzsche snorted happily, and his expression became rarely satiated.

Han Sen smiled softly, and lowered his head to untie Nietzsche's shirt.

Nietzsche suddenly reached out and pressed his shirt collar,

"I can change clothes by myself, you go out."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche with a rare gentle but firm tone,

"Uncle, these are what I should do."

Nietzsche's palms were still tightly clutching his chest, as if he was resisting Han Sen taking off his clothes.

Insatiable Nietzsche.How much Lutheran is obsessed with his body, how much he wishes he could take off his clothes one by one with his own hands, and then entangle with him endlessly, Han Sen knows best, men will never miss anything A chance to get in touch with him skin to skin.

So, such a Nietzsche is not normal.

Nietzsche may reject anyone, but Nietzsche will never reject himself.

In Han Sen's cognitive pipeline, this is simply a law-like existence.

In the past at this time, when he was close to him, Nietzsche had already taken off his clothes with raised eyebrows, and entangled himself endlessly with that male body.

Like a flower vine with aphrodisiac venom, it wraps around her body every night, as if she wants to die on her, until she dies.

Perhaps because God doesn't like men, Han Sen still can't feel the charm of men's bodies. He used to be and still is now, but when he was entangled with Nietzsche, it was like being entangled by something weird, sexy and seductive. I have nothing to say.

The thick and trance-like atmosphere almost made Han Sen suffocate.

After meeting Nietzsche, Han Sen didn't know who he could be with even if he left him.

Han Sen reached out and stroked Nietzsche's cheek,

"You are my wife, these are what I should do, Lutheran."

Han Sen's cheeks drooped slightly, and his eyes fell straight into Nietzsche's eyes.

It has been a long time since Han Sen stared at him so intently, and Nietzsche was almost stunned.

Han Sen reached out and tore off the buttons of Nietzsche's shirt. The buttons were broken, and the mottled red scars on Nietzsche's body suddenly appeared in front of Han Sen's eyes.

"Go away...!"

Nietzsche curled up and turned his face sideways, as if thinking of something, his cheeks suddenly turned pale, and his expression looked very painful.

Han Sen squeezed Nietzsche's shoulder, forcing Nietzsche to look directly at himself.

"Go away... go away!"

Nietzsche waved his hand and smacked Han Sen's cheek, Han Sen turned his face, Nietzsche's fingertips scratched Han Sen's skin, and blood immediately oozed from Han Sen's handsome face.

Suddenly realizing that he had hurt Han Sen, Nietzsche stared blankly at Han Sen and his cheeks, raised his slender fingers, "Sen, you are hurt..."

Nietzsche sat up on Han Sen's shoulder in a trance, put his lips on the wound on Han Sen's cheek, and carefully licked Han Sen's wound with the tip of his tongue to remove the blood stains on it.

The moment Nietzsche's cheek was pressed against him, Han Sen closed his eyes tightly and hugged Nietzsche's thin body tightly.

Han Sen suddenly discovered that Nietzsche had become so fragile.

"Nietzsche, I am not a qualified husband."

When Han Sen opened his eyes again, they were already red.

He could have guessed what Nietzsche had done to him in private.

"Hey, let me see you."

Han Sen straightened Nietzsche's body, followed Nietzsche's shoulders, and slowly took off Nietzsche's shirt, revealing little by little scars on Nietzsche's body.

Han Sen pursed his lips tightly, all the hair that had been well groomed before was scattered, and the dark bangs covered Han Sen's eyebrows and eyes.

Suddenly stripping off Nietzsche's clothes, Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche's body, "Take off your pants too."

Han Sen stood up with an orderly tone.

Nietzsche sat on the edge of the bed obediently, allowing Han Sen to take off his trousers.

Han Sen remembered that Nietzsche's legs were slender and beautiful, but at this moment, the mottled scars on those legs made Han Sen want to die. , Han Sen never thought he would have such a heartache day.

"Why do you want to do this?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche coldly and asked in a low voice.

Nietzsche sneered, his expression still as arrogant as ever,

"Han Sen, I don't need pleasure. If you don't give it to me, I will find pleasure from myself."

"When I was masochistic, I felt happier than I ever had before."

Nietzsche raised his face proudly, his expression arrogant and without the slightest remorse.

"asshole!"

Han Sen waved his hand and wanted to slap Nietzsche hard on the face. Nietzsche didn't even blink, and Han Sen's palm stopped in the air.

"You hit me, you hit me!"

Nietzsche stood up abruptly and pushed Han Sen hard.

Han Sen reached out and grabbed Nietzsche's arm, and pulled Nietzsche into his arms, "Ludland, I shouldn't be like this. You have that kind of personality, and I shouldn't be like this."

Han Sen couldn't express his regret.

Nietzsche pulled his lips with a sneer, pushed Han Sen away forcefully, and sat on the edge of the bed by himself. He didn't speak for a long time, and lowered his head slightly.

"Han Sen, you still like women, don't you?"

"You must still hate me for treating you the way I used to, for being with those messy men, for having fucked so many men in front of you, right?"

Han Sen didn't speak, but just looked straight at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche silently pulled out a control knife from under his pillow, looked up at Han Sen, "Han Sen, what should I do to possess you completely?"

"Han Sen, you swore to me before that you will always belong to me, Ludlan."

"Han Sen, if I cut off all the places where I touched others, will you leave me?"

Nietzsche was talking to himself like this, and in front of Han Sen, he pulled off his underwear, "If you don't like me being a dirty man, I'll just become a woman."

Nietzsche held the knife and looked down at himself, the expression on the beauty's face was indescribable disgust.

Because of Han Sen, Nietzsche hated his body more than once.

Han Sen quickly walked up to Nietzsche, snatched the knife from Nietzsche's hand, and threw it in the corner, "Fuck you, Ludland, are you crazy?!"

Nietzsche pushed Han Sen away viciously, curled up covering his head, and had a splitting headache, "Han Sen, you are mine..."

Nietzsche raised his head and looked at Han Sen coldly, his eyes seemed to be filled with madness, "Han Sen, why do people always want to snatch you away from me? Why?"

"Why are you so used to having sex with me, why do you want to find other women?"

"Why did you take the ring you gave me?"

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen,

"If you don't like it, I can be a woman, really..."

"Ludland."

Han Sen knelt on the ground, reached out and hugged Nietzsche tightly,

"I'm yours, of course I'm yours."

"Ludlan, I don't like women, and I don't like men either. I will stay with you from now on. You can do whatever you like. Ludlan, don't do this in the future."

Han Sen's palm gently comforted Nietzsche behind Nietzsche's back, for fear of frightening Nietzsche who was about to collapse.

Nietzsche shook his head,

"You lied to me! Han Sen, you lied to me!"

"You said you only want me, why are you still with that woman?!"

Nietzsche was exhausted, gasping for breath, suddenly smiled strangely, he didn't know what he was thinking, "I'm going to kill that woman, all the people around you, no matter who they are, I'm going to kill them all ..."

Han Sen is his own property, the only gift God gave him. Anyone who covets it is guilty and deserves to die.

"Han Sen, you must only look at me from now on."

Nietzsche braced his arms to stand up.

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche and put him on the bed, stopping Nietzsche. Han Sen believed that as long as Nietzsche had a gun in his hand, he could do what he said.

"Ludland, I am your husband, I will only belong to you alone, I have nothing to do with Justin, she is the PR [public relations] I hired, I took off your ring because your palm was injured, the doctor needs Give you medicine. You will be my Han Sen's only wife."

Lying on the bed with Ludland, Han Sen hugged Nietzsche Ludland, too sad to speak.

Lutheran, how can I reassure you?

When words can't express, Han Sen just doesn't talk quietly, he is not a talkative person.

"Sen, will you lie to me?"

Nietzsche turned his face and looked at Han Sen.

Han Sen shook his head. In the pale golden light, his dark eyes looked at Nietzsche gently. Han Sen suddenly understood that as a husband, he might not know his wife well.

"Uncle, if you don't like flowers, I will uproot the whole garden; if you don't like women, I can only hire male employees in the future; if you are lonely, I will put down everything to accompany you, uncle, your body belongs now I, you can't do this anymore, you understand."

This was the most tender language Han Sen had ever said in his life. Nietzsche just looked straight at Han Sen, then suddenly reached out and hugged Han Sen, and buried his body tightly in Han Sen's arms.

At this moment, Ludland, who had been lonely for a long time, suddenly realized that he already owned the whole world.