Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

The weather in July became extremely hot. Even in winter, Han Sen always got up on time at 06:30 in the morning.

In summer, Han Sen usually gets up half an hour earlier, because Nietzsche would get up earlier in summer, and Han Sen needs to finish a lot of things in advance.

This morning, Han Sen went into Nietzsche's room after getting up, washing and getting dressed as usual.

Nietzsche was still sleeping on the bed. The quilt on his body was probably lifted in the middle of the night, or Nietzsche hadn't covered the quilt at all. When Han Sen entered the door, he saw Nietzsche lying on his back on the bed with his hands on his stomach, sleeping His posture was unusually upright, but the thin quilt was put aside, and Nietzsche was exposed to the cold morning air.

Han Sen felt that the quilt was more likely to be lifted by Nietzsche. Nietzsche was not like the kind of man who would kick the quilt away with his feet. , The air-conditioning was turned on in the room, Han Sen hurriedly walked over lightly, reached out and pulled up the thin quilt, covering Nietzsche's body.

Han Sen was used to seeing Nietzsche sleeping, just like the noble and pale immortal nobles in ancient European legends that he saw in his books, with a gorgeous face and excessively fair skin , with a stiff expression, or in other words, there is no expression on his face at all, as long as he keeps his expression still, he doesn't look like a real person.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, the sky is bright early in the morning. The light in the early morning shines through the window and gently falls on Nietzsche's rich face. Han Sen looks down at Nietzsche's crimson hair falling on the pillow.

In order not to disturb his sleep, and the visibility in the room was still high in the early morning of summer, Han Sen didn't turn on the lights in the room.

Han Sen took the kettle into the bathroom, filled it with cold water, and put it on the sink to boil the water. Han Sen turned his head and glanced at Nietzsche. Nietzsche coughed softly, as if he was about to wake up, Han Sen Then he turned around and smoked a cigarette from the cigarette box above the refrigerator, and put it on the coffee table next to Nietzsche's bed, with the lighter and ashtray beside him.

Han Sen stretched out his hand and gently lifted the hair that covered Nietzsche's forehead, then stood up, raised his wrist to check the time, there are about 5 minutes left, and Nietzsche should wake up slowly.

Han Sen turned around and went out the door. He took out the bucket from the storage room, filled it with water, and rinsed the mop under the running water. When the mop was very clean, Han Sen took the bucket and mop to wear. Go through the corridor and go back to Nietzsche's room.

As soon as he entered the door, Han Sen saw Nietzsche sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs, silently smoking a cigarette, and just after taking two puffs, Nietzsche put his wrist on the edge of the sofa, letting himself be held The snow-white cigarette burns slowly in the hand.

Han Sen knew that he seldom smoked a cigarette, at most one or two puffs, and then simply let her burn it out.

Nietzsche was a very silent man, especially when he first woke up in the morning.

"Aren't you going to sleep anymore?"

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche and felt the air was chilly. Nietzsche was only wearing a pair of black boxer shorts. Han Sen went to get a blanket and covered Nietzsche, and Nietzsche let him hold the blanket. with.

"I won't sleep anymore, my head hurts from sleeping too much."

Nietzsche answered Han Sen's question in a low voice, and then he leaned lazily on the back of the sofa with his head resting on the back of the sofa, his crimson hair draped over his shoulders, and there was no trace of a smile on his face. With an expressionless expression, those emerald green eyes looked straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen raised his head, smiled at Nietzsche, then picked up the mop in his hand, wet it with water, and wrung it clean. Han Sen lowered his head and mopped the floor seriously.

Nietzsche watched Han Sen work without saying a word.

After a while, Han Sen cleaned the room quickly, and then he put the cleaning tools back. When he came back, Nietzsche lay on the bed again, leaning on the bed, propping up a long leg, straight look at yourself.

"Aren't you going to get up now?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche and asked suspiciously.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen lightly, nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Pour me a cup of tea and rinse your mouth."

Han Sen nodded, probably understood what Nietzsche meant, and took a cup of warm water from the water dispenser to rinse Nietzsche's mouth.

Han Sen usually boils water for Nietzsche to drink. Although the water in the water dispenser is replaced regularly, Nietzsche rarely touches it. He took the water from the water dispenser and gave it to Nietzsche.

Nietzsche took a sip of warm water from Han Sen's hand, rinsed his mouth, and spat it out.

Han Sen put the water back, turned around and took off his clothes quickly, and lay down on the bed. Nietzsche quickly turned over and pressed on his body.

Han Sen knew that Nietzsche would never go to bed when he got out of bed in the morning, unless he wanted to have sex with his own.

"Good boy, let's have fun,"

Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled silently. His gorgeous face was magnified in front of Han Sen, and his crimson hair fell on Han Sen's shoulders. Han Sen felt that each strand of hair was very clear and cold.

Han Sen also smiled softly, separated Nietzsche's two long legs with his hands, and rubbed each other underneath, Han Sen was ready immediately. , Over the years, all of this seems to have become a habit. As long as Nietzsche wants it, Han Sen can immediately be ready, even just need to see Nietzsche's face, Han Sen can have sex with Nietzsche at any time, Han Sen I feel that I have probably become a machine for sex——Han Sen thinks this way without any emotional factors, because this matter is completely an objective fact.

Han Sen raised his head, kissed Nietzsche's slender neck, put his hands on both sides of Nietzsche's thighs, kept stroking, and looked straight at Nietzsche: "Mr. Nietzsche, I am no longer a child."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen lightly, didn't say anything, just pressed Han Sen's shoulder, sat down slowly, and focused on finding pleasure.

Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's waist with both hands, first slowly and then forcefully pushed it up, and the bed made a slight sound.

Probably because this kind of thing has been done too much, Han Sen has grown muscles on his arms, as well as his thighs, because Nietzsche has never been underneath.

Han Sen moved for a while, seeing Nietzsche's comfortable appearance, he sat up suddenly, put his legs on the bed, and hugged Nietzsche's thin waist tightly with his arms, acting fiercely.

Over the years, Han Sen has been doing this kind of thing with Nietzsche alone. Although Nietzsche is not easy to serve, he is moody and tyrannical.

But even so, Han Sen still has a clear idea of ​​Nietzsche's preferences, so unless Han Sen did something to make Nietzsche angry, otherwise, under normal circumstances, Nietzsche is still relatively easy to serve.

"Well……"

Probably because it was really comfortable, Nietzsche's cheeks turned red slightly, Han Sen suddenly leaned his lips over, and kissed Nietzsche's bright red lips fiercely.

Nietzsche froze for a moment, opened his eyes, looked at Han Sen coldly, then pushed Han Sen's head away, slapped Han Sen on the face, and said viciously: "Bitch, I allow you to kiss me!" Is it?"

Han Sen has long been used to Nietzsche's sudden abuse. He just lowered his eyelids slightly and said nothing. Then he approached him lightly. His breath fell on the man's collarbone. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked Nietzsche's neck. .

"call……"

Nietzsche let out a breath, then pulled Han Sen's hair violently, and kissed Han Sen's lips fiercely.

Han Sen felt the faint scent of tobacco in Nietzsche's mouth, as well as the tingling sensation on his lips.

After the end, Han Sen and Nietzsche had breakfast together, then followed Nietzsche to the side of the playground and sat down.

As before, the two sat down on the playground and looked straight at the men who were playing basketball on the playground.

A whole circle of white men leaned on the barbed wire behind them,

Nietzsche was wearing a pure white long-sleeved shirt with a whole piece of delicate blue and white porcelain pattern embroidered on the shoulders. The button on the slender neck was buttoned to the top one, and Han Sen tied up his crimson hair with a rubber band On his left shoulder, his hands were placed on his knees, his wrists were covered by the delicate blue and white patterns on his shirt, and his deep emerald green eyes looked straight at the crowd on the playground, making him look dignified and cold.

Han Sen sat down next to Nietzsche in silence. Neither of them likes to talk, so the two of them were relatively silent for a while.

"This is your last year in prison."

Nietzsche said this sentence suddenly, but his eyes were still looking straight at the playground.

Han Sen nodded,

"Yes, I'm getting out of prison next year, before Christmas."

Nietzsche nodded, licked his red lips, tapped his fingers on his knees, and said in a deep voice, "After you get out of prison, you can work in my family. After all, you have been with me for so many years."

Han Sen was stunned for a moment and didn't speak. He didn't expect Nietzsche to say such a thing, and he thought of his life after he was released from prison.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Nietzsche noticed that Han Sen seemed to be silent for a while, so he turned his head, looked at Han Sen with a displeased expression, and said threateningly: "Han Sen, as long as it is the person I, Nietzsche Lutheran wants, I don't care if you run away." Wherever you go, you can't escape my palm, after you go out, wait for me obediently."

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's face and nodded,

"Okay, Mr. Nietzsche, I will wait for you."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled softly, and reached out to pick up Nietzsche's right hand. A button on Nietzsche's right hand was undone, or Han Sen forgot to button it when he buttoned it for him in the morning. Han Sen carefully buckled it up again.