Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Whoosh-"

As soon as Feng Bai went out, he didn't stop for even a moment, and ran wildly for his life. It didn't take long before he rushed upstairs and ran to his room.

"Bang!" the door was closed, and Feng Bai suddenly fell to the ground with his legs weak, leaning his back on the door, and then let out a slow and long breath.

Reaching out his hand to touch the tears on his face, the tears and the cold sweat from the scare just now have intertwined, forming countless water stains, and at this moment, the water stains on his face have begun to become cold, and the palms of his hands are also cold.

Feng Bai was like a refugee who survived a catastrophe, propped his hands on the ground, and exhaled suddenly. He even wondered if he was breathing when he was in Han Sen's room and in front of Nietzsche just now.

He only knew that when he saw blood spilling from the corner of Han Sen's mouth played by the devil, he seemed to be half drowned, trembling all over, and at that moment, he could only hear the rapid heartbeat in his chest.

He finally understood why Han Sen would not accept anyone, because he was tightly controlled by that terrible demon!

That man has been playing with Han Sen's body obscenely all these years!

Thinking of this, and thinking of the treatment Han Sen received before, Feng Bai felt his heart throbbing for a moment. He couldn't imagine how miserably Han Sen was played by Nietzsche in private. Maybe this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Han Sen's body is so sexy and charming, but he has seen the unsightly injuries on Han Sen's neck.

That man must have done it...

Feng Bai covered his face violently, then sat there in a daze. After staying there for a long time, Feng Bai felt that he had killed Han Sen tonight, so he couldn't just run away like this, leaving Han Sen there alone, It's really shameless.

So he turned back secretly, and hid in the dark place at the corner of the corridor until an hour later, Nietzsche walked out of Han Sen's cell slowly, and entered the opposite room with a cold expression. Walk into Han Sen's cell.

Feng Bai walked as lightly as possible, almost stooping, and walked lightly to Han Sen's door, stretched out his palm, pushed the door open, Feng Bai stretched his head to look inside, realized that he was facing Han Sen's door. Sen's direction looked, because he was afraid that Han Sen would get angry with him, so he looked inside carefully and calmly.

But before he had time to build up his emotions, Feng Bai suddenly saw Han Sen sitting on the bed with nothing on, his left hand was pierced by a knife, the blade was inserted into the bed, and the tip of the knife pierced the bed sheet.

There was no expression on Han Sen's pale cheeks. He just looked straight at his left hand, as if he was not looking at his palm, but at something else. His eyes were cold, deep and rational.

The white sheets were covered with blood, which had already spread to the surroundings. Han Sen's clothes were thrown aside, and a shirt had been torn. His handsome face was covered with red slap marks, almost swollen .

Seeing this scene, Feng Bai suddenly covered his mouth and cried, but because he was afraid of being heard by Nietzsche, he didn't dare to speak out, so he could only hold his mouth tightly with both hands, crying silently, Feng Bai felt that His heart was throbbing so painfully that he couldn't breathe.

When Han Sen saw Feng Bai walking in, he raised his head. Except for the blood at the corner of his mouth and the pale cheeks due to blood loss, the expression on his face was the same as before. He just glanced at Feng Bai lightly, and then said in a deep voice: "Why are you crying? It's not your fault."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen raised his right hand and held the knife inserted in his left hand. The expression on his face remained unchanged, and then he pulled the knife out of his palm suddenly, and the blood immediately began to flow down the wrist. The next drop, this knife is the sharp utility knife that Nietzsche took from the warden Karl.

"Han Sen, it's all my fault... woo woo woo...Han Sen, I'm sorry...I didn't know he would do that to you!... woo woo..."

Feng Bai couldn't help crying again, he was shocked to see the blood, especially dripping from Han Sen's body, Feng Bai felt like his heart was dug out by someone.

"Okay, stop crying."

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai lightly, "Pass me the clothes on the ground."

Feng Bai, who was standing in the middle of the room, finally realized that Han Sen didn't even wear any clothes on his body, and his left hand was injured, and it was bloody and scary.

Feng Bai hurriedly picked up the clothes and handed them to Han Sen.

Han Sen picked up a clean towel and wrapped it around his hands. He was used to Nietzsche's tyrannical nature in this regard and his [-]% possessive desire for himself, so he didn't seem so surprised by this injury .

Han Sen took the clothes that Feng Bai handed over, put them on neatly, and walked out of his room with his arms folded after putting them on. He walked through the corridor, greeted the guards who were on duty in the prison police room, and went to Infirmary of the prison.

Feng Bai also followed quickly.

"What are you doing here?"

Han Sen turned his head to look at Feng Bai, then raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch, "It's very late now. Hurry up and go back to rest."

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen pitifully, sniffed and said:

"No ~ Han Sen, I want to accompany you everything, I'm the one who killed you tonight."

Seeing that Feng Bai was about to stalk him again, Han Sen frowned slightly, Feng Bai grabbed Han Sen's clothes and said, "Please~..."

Han Sen pursed his lips, looked straight at Feng Bai, then nodded and said:

"Ok."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen turned and walked straight towards the infirmary.Feng Bai also quickly followed closely.

When he entered the infirmary, Han Sen took out his palm to show to the doctor. Feng Bai looked at Han Sen's bloody palm and burst into tears again.

Han Sen sat there quietly, the doctor in the infirmary dealt with Han Sen seriously, and it wasn't until the doctor finished that Feng Bai finally stopped crying.

"Doctor, isn't his hand disabled?!"

Before leaving, Feng Bai worriedly asked the doctor.

The doctor smiled, shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, there won't be any major problems, just let your left hand rest well! Don't move your left hand during this time."

Han Sen nodded, thanked the doctor politely, then turned and walked back.

"Han Sen!"

When he walked to the front of the prison, it was rare for Feng Bai not to drag his tone, but to call Han Sen's name neatly.

Han Sen turned his head and looked at him with no expression on his face: "What's wrong?"

Feng Bai twitched at the corner of his clothes, then entangled his ten fingers together for a while, almost exhausting all his strength and all his courage, before he suddenly raised his head and said, "Han Sen, I..." Han Sen, I like you.

"Go back and talk."

Before Feng Baihua could finish speaking, Han Sen interrupted him.

From a distance, Han Sen saw two jailers approaching from the playground. They both worked for Nietzsche. If he stood here with Feng Bai at night and was seen by them, and then passed to Nietzsche's ears, Nietzsche will definitely not let himself and Feng Bai go easily.

"what?"

Feng Bai was taken aback, Han Sen turned around and walked quickly towards the prison, Feng Bai hurriedly followed, and the two quickly walked to Han Sen's room.

Feng Bai closed the door with his backhand.

Han Sen sat on the sofa, staring straight at Feng Bai,

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Han Sen's expression has become very normal, as if the terrible thing before did not happen.

Looking at Han Sen's handsome face, Feng Bai immediately understood that Han Sen was used to it, and these were commonplace, that's why Han Sen's reaction was so indifferent. After reacting, Feng Bai felt even more heartbroken.

So, he moved a chair and sat in front of Han Sen, looked straight at Han Sen with dark eyes, and said with a red face, "Han Sen, I like you."

Han Sen I love you.

This should be the case. The love for so many years cannot be summed up by the simple word "like", but if the word "love" is suddenly said, it is impossible for Han Sen to accept it immediately. !

Han Sen never even talked about anyone's private affairs. Feng Bai always felt that this man was extremely indifferent and insensitive to things related to feelings.

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai lightly, then nodded and said:

"Well, I see."

Feng Bai was taken aback, he was thinking about Han Sen's reaction, but he didn't expect that the expression on Han Sen's face did not change at all, did he have no reaction at all!

This... what is it? !

"Han Sen...you don't have any feelings for me?...Don't you, don't you like me?"

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen nervously.

Han Sen's expression turned cold in an instant, he looked at Feng Bai coldly, and said without a tone: "Feng Bai, I don't like men, never will."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Feng Bai immediately looked like he was about to cry. He looked at Han Sen with a frustrated expression and said with red eyes: "But you don't have a girlfriend either! Why can't you try with me? Han Sen , I really really like you! I have never liked someone so much! I like you from the first moment! Really... Hansen, Nietzsche treats you so badly, why don't you let me treat you well What? Why?"

Han Sen frowned displeasedly, looked at Feng Bai, and said a lot for the first time: "Feng Bai, first of all, Nietzsche Lutheran is different to me.

Second, even if I don't have a girlfriend, I wouldn't choose to fall in love with a man. I have never been interested in men. I have always regarded you as my good brother. I don't want you to ruin all this. "

When Han Sen said these words, his expression was really serious, more serious than any expression he had ever said before.

Feng Bai suddenly didn't understand why, Nietzsche.Lutheran treated Han Sen so cruelly, Han Sen also said "Nietzsche Lutheran is different"!

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen unwillingly and said:

"Han Sen, I know you are controlled by Nietzsche, so you can't be with me, right? Don't worry, we can be together secretly, and I will never tell you about Nietzsche! Really! I promise not to let Nietzsche. Lutheran knows! I swear, I will never tell anyone!"

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai lightly,

"Even without Nietzsche, I would not be with men. As I said, I have never been interested in men."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Feng Bai was completely anxious, so he grabbed Han Sen's wrist with both hands, and hurriedly said: "Then why are you with Nietzsche?! He is a pervert! Why are you with him? !"

Han Sen silently and forcefully took away his wrist that was tightly held by Feng Bai, and said a statement that surprised Feng Bai so far, and he hadn't thought clearly for many years.

He said:--

"Feng Bai, as long as Nietzsche Lutheran doesn't get tired of playing with my body, I will always belong to him, do you know?"

Feng Bai still remembers that moment, the room was full of light, the faint smell of blood wafted, time seemed to be frozen, and when he said this, Han Sen raised his hand and looked at himself being surrounded by layers of pure blood. With his injured left hand wrapped in a white bandage, he said this kind of heart-wrenching sentence to himself indifferently.

Since then, Feng Bai finally knew that he had never understood Han Sen, never.