Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Just when Han Sen's palm touched the back collar of Feng Bai's clothes.

Suddenly the doorknob rang, and Nietzsche with a cold expression slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche, seemingly completely stunned.

Han Sen really didn't expect Nietzsche Lutheran to come to him at this time, let alone Feng Bai here at this time. Nietzsche once clearly said that no one is allowed to enter his private room territory.

And at that moment, Feng Bai could swear to the sky that he had never seen Han Sen's expression like this before. Han Sen has always been expressionless, but at this moment, the expression on Han Sen's face seemed to be cracked. It was like an iceberg smashed by a huge ship, and there was a sense of disbelief inside, Feng Bai froze in an instant.

Seeing Nietzsche coming, Feng Bai just felt that it was not good to hug him like this, so he blushed and let go of Han Sen's arm. On the other hand, he was also scared by Nietzsche who came in so suddenly.

Nietzsche's expression was gloomy, he squinted his eyes slightly, first glanced at Feng Bai lightly, then looked straight at Han Sen, pulled his red lips, and smiled softly: "Han Sen, in my opinion Do you seem to be having a good time in the missing place?"

Feng Bai couldn't tell what it felt like, this was the first time he looked at Nietzsche's face up close.

The man has crimson hair, emerald eyes, a pointed chin, and his skin is whiter than snow, and he can't see any flaws at all. The beauty of his appearance alone is so strong that he doesn't look like a living human being. When you look at it, you will feel that it is unexpectedly beautiful, and when you look at it up close, it is even more shockingly beautiful, like an expensive oil painting that has been repainted with bright oil paint.

But when Nietzsche's bright red lips were gently drawn up, Feng Bai couldn't help but tremble all over. When he laughed, he felt strangely cold.

Feng Bai swallowed, and looked at Han Sen's face with a cracked expression. This was also the Han Sen he had never seen before——Han Sen with such an inexplicable expression.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen, then turned around slowly, looked straight at Feng Bai, reached out and pinched Feng Bai's chin, and said coldly, "You like Han Sen very much, don't you?"

Feng Bai subconsciously shook his head violently, feeling a chill from the bottom of his heart for no reason, only feeling that he must not admit anything, subconsciously telling him this answer would make the man in front of him very unhappy.

He admitted thoroughly this time that he had neither the courage to resist him nor the strength to go against his wishes, he would just let him decide.

So he stammered and said:

"No, no. Mr. Nietzsche, you have misunderstood. I was just playing with Han Sen...uh...!"

Nietzsche slapped Feng Bai's face fiercely. Nietzsche looks slender and his fingers are also white and slender, but in fact he is very strong, unexpectedly big.

This slap was completely merciless, Feng Bai suddenly fell to the ground, and a bloody hole came out from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Bai propped up one hand and sat on the ground, only felt that the corner of his mouth was inexplicably painful, the pain was unbearable.

So Feng Bai raised his hand to try it, touched the corner of his mouth, took a look in front of him, the palm of his hand turned out to be a faint color of blood, and then Feng Bai sat on the ground, speechless in a daze, this man Make him feel scared.

Nietzsche sneered, stretched out his hand to gently caress his slender palms, gracefully tore off the black gloves on his hands, and threw them on the ground beside his feet. Said: "Why, you dare to touch someone like Nietzsche Lutheran, 'little sister', are you very kind?"

Nietzsche took two steps forward slowly, as if he was going to walk towards Feng Bai.

In Nietzsche's eyes, Feng Bai is not even a man.

Feng Bai was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat. This man's hands were covered with blood. He really did not miss his own life. At this moment, he just glanced at him lightly. Feng Bai felt that the layer of blood on his body The shirt is wet.

At this moment, the self-esteem and blind arrogance covered with a film were completely shattered by Nietzsche's slap.

Han Sen suddenly stood in front of Feng Bai, blocked Feng Bai behind, looked at Nietzsche and said, "Mr. Nietzsche, Feng Bai is my friend, we have nothing to do with each other, we were just kidding!"

Han Sen knew how possessive Nietzsche was. If he didn't explain it now, Feng Bai might be killed by Nietzsche.

"Is it."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen coldly, then waved his hand and slapped Han Sen's face fiercely, almost gritted his teeth and roared out with a hideous face: "Han Sen! How many times have I said, I am Nietzsche Lu Delan things are absolutely not allowed to be touched by others! Are you fucking trying to betray me?!"

This is the second time Nietzsche lost control after the one he lost control three years ago. Han Sen stood firmly in front of Nietzsche and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Nietzsche, I have always belonged to you alone. Feng Bai really has nothing to do with me." That kind of relationship, we are just friends.”

Nietzsche gave Han Sen a cold look, then sat down beside the bed, and said leisurely, "Then prove it to me, Han Sen. Come and kneel down, and tell him with your actions that you are mine."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche glanced lightly at Feng Bai, and Feng Bai suddenly lowered his head, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, standing there not daring to speak.

"Ok."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen didn't even look at Feng Bai, and quickly knelt down in front of Nietzsche.

Feng Bai's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Han Sen in disbelief. This was the Han Sen he had never seen before. He knew that Han Sen had always been by Nietzsche's side, and he also knew that Han Sen had always been with Nietzsche. Luther listened to what he said, but he didn't expect...Han Sen actually treated Nietzsche.Lutheran does this to an extent.

And what happened next terrified him even more.

Han Sen reached out to let go of Nietzsche's belt, pulled off the edge of his shorts, then buried his head in, hugged Nietzsche deeply, put his hands on Nietzsche's legs, and gently stroked Nietzsche's calves. It's moving, and it looks very skilled.

Han Sen seemed to be doing this for Nietzsche naturally, and he didn't feel ashamed at all because of Feng Bai's presence. He still caressed the most private place of this man according to his favorite way.

Unhesitating and uncharacteristically focused on pleasing this fearsome elder.

Feng Bai stared dumbfounded at Han Sen who was doing this for Nietzsche, and his heart ached.

He has always liked Han Sen, and at this moment he suddenly felt that Han Sen kept rejecting him must be because of Nietzsche.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen expressionlessly, reached out and touched Han Sen's head, then hugged his head and stabbed it in.

After a while, the corners of Han Sen's mouth overflowed with blood, and his mouth was full of blood. Han Sen didn't even hum, but his slender hands were still gently stroking Nietzsche's calf and waist.

Until the last moment, Nietzsche snorted softly, and Han Sen swallowed the thing naturally, then sucked on the top of Nietzsche seriously, raised his head and licked his lips.

"Do you like it, Han Sen?"

Nietzsche reached out and pinched Han Sen's chin, looking straight at him.

The bloodshot corners of his mouth were exposed, and slowly slid down Han Sen's firm chin.

"like."

Han Sen pulled his lips. Although the corners of his mouth were throbbing, he still looked up and smiled softly at Nietzsche.

Feng Bai covered his mouth and burst into tears. This scene is too scary. A man who can make Han Sen do this shows how perverted he is.

"Bang...!"

Feng Bai bent his legs suddenly, knelt heavily on the ground, then put his arms in front of him, kowtowing to Nietzsche, "Mr. Nietzsche, Han Sen and I really have nothing! Don't blame Han Sen. I really just I was just kidding around with him! There is nothing between us! Han Sen never touches anyone else's!... woo woo woo..."

Feng Bai burst into tears, his face was covered with tears, he kowtowed while crying, giving people a heart-piercing feeling.

Nietzsche ignored Feng Bai, just put his finger into the pocket of his long coat, took out the handkerchief folded in his pocket, pinched Han Sen's chin, and slowly and gently touched the corner of Han Sen's mouth. Wiping off the slowly falling red blood, a pair of cold eyes stared straight at Han Sen, and when Feng Bai finally finished speaking while crying, Nietzsche said sharply, "Get lost!"

Feng Bai was startled, and looked up at Han Sen, but Han Sen obediently let Nietzsche pinch his chin, as if he didn't feel any disobedience to what Nietzsche did to him, and didn't intend to resist.

"Why, do you still want to die here?"

Nietzsche gave Feng Bai a hard look.

Feng Bai stood up abruptly, and ran outside. He had caused Han Sen misfortune tonight. If he stayed here, maybe this horrible perverted man would do something to Han Sen .

"and many more."

Nietzsche stopped Feng Bai again in a slow manner, raised his fingers to straighten the broken hair on Han Sen's forehead, turned his head, looked at Feng Bai coldly and said: "Feng Bai, listen carefully, Han Sen is My property, when I want him, he is mine, and when I don't want him, he can't belong to others. Remember, if you dare to touch Han Sen's body again in the future, I have many ways to let him You died very happily."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled, looked at Feng Bai with a strange expression and said:

"For Han Sen's face today, I will let you go, and get out of here right now."

When he said the last word, Nietzsche's eyes were cold and murderous, and his tone suddenly became hostile. Then he held Han Sen's head in both hands, slowly lowered his head, and gently touched Han Sen's forehead. kissed.

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen with a pale face, looked at this strange scene, almost stopped breathing, then quickly opened the door, and ran out, as if he was caught by a terrifying hunter and then escaped The rabbit disappeared in the blink of an eye.