Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

When Han Sen returned home, the sky was completely dark, and the sky above his head was dark blue, dotted with twinkling stars.

Looking around, you can only see the outline of lush trees on the hillside and the villas on the hillside.

Inside the villa, Nietzsche.Lutheran had also fallen into a deep sleep.

Han Sen parked his car at the foot of the hill and walked towards the brightly lit villas.

"Mr. Han..."

The housekeeper who had been waiting for Han Sen saw that Han Sen came back, and just wanted to ask Han Sen if he wanted to eat something now, because he knew that Han Sen might come back without having dinner, which was a bad thing for Han Sen. Han Sen doesn't like eating out, no matter what the occasion.

But Han Sen waved his hand to signal him not to talk, and not to disturb himself now.

The butler nodded. He knew that Han Sen had always been one-sided, so he retreated silently.

As soon as the butler fell silent, apart from the bright lights, there was an empty silence in the whole villa. The breeze blew the treetops outside the window, and even the glass window that was released to ventilate the hall.

Han Sen walked silently up to the second floor.

Step by step, he walked to the stairs on the second floor and went to Nietzsche's door. Han Sen pushed open the door softly, walked in slowly, and then sat on the chair next to Nietzsche's bed, looking directly at Nietzsche with his eyelids down. sleeping face.

Looking at the face that was very pale during the day, but was slightly stained with blood due to the satiation of sleep.

Nietzsche seemed to be very tired, and Han Sen certainly knew why.

All of these were caused by Han Sen himself, but Han Sen will never regret it.

Just as Nietzsche Lutheran had no sense of shame towards Han Sen, Han Sen also had no guilt towards Nietzsche Lutheran.

Han Sen clearly understood what he wanted and what he didn't want.

For that obscure puberty, those memories that cannot be erased, those facts that have happened, and those irreparable consequences for the current Han Sen—whether it is good or bad, Han Sen decided to remember it firmly. heart, and present them in another form, in front of Nietzsche.

Because, in this world, the consequences of any event must be borne by someone.

Otherwise, why did Han Sen let Nietzsche live?

If Nietzsche Lutheran died, who else could Han Sen tell? The ins and outs of this matter are all clear, and from beginning to end, only Nietzsche Lutheran was alone.

Even if he followed Nietzsche closely back then, Xia Zuo, who was his right-hand man, never really knew anything.

"Lutheran."

The wall lamp in the room was still on, it was on the left side of Nietzsche's bed, the light was dim yellow, the light golden light was like gold powder, and sprinkled little by little on the face of Nietzsche, who was sleeping upright.

Han Sen called Nietzsche in a low voice, and then reached out to pick up Nietzsche's palm.

As soon as he touched the back of Nietzsche's hand, Han Sen frowned again, then retracted his hand, put his fingertips under his nose and smelled it, and smelled the perfume of the woman just above.

Han Sen got up and walked quietly to the bathroom, washed his entire palm with hand sanitizer, dried it, went back to the bed and sat down, picked up Nietzsche's finger and stuck it to his cheek.

Nietzsche's fingers were cold, Han Sen closed his eyes, kissed his fingertips one by one, and then stuck them to his face.

Nietzsche woke up from his deep sleep, opened his eyes tiredly and confusedly, overwhelmed by the pleasure produced by drugs, felt so dazed that he couldn’t see clearly, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked straight at In front of the Chuchu figure.

When Nietzsche's vision returned to clarity, he saw Han Sen holding his palm on his cheek, and the man's eyes closed gently.

"Han Sen?"

Nietzsche didn't expect that Han Sen would sit by his bed in the middle of the night and hold his palm, as if he was feeling something from his body.

Hearing Nietzsche's hoarse voice, Han Sen opened his eyes and looked straight at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche retracted his arm suddenly, frowning, he smelled the perfume on Han Sen's body.

Nietzsche is very familiar with Han Sen's smell, it must not be Han Sen's own smell, and the light red color on Han Sen's lips.It was the color left over from a woman's lipstick.

Han Sen probably didn't notice it himself, but Nietzsche recognized it immediately.

He has always been a very observant man.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen in disgust, not subconsciously, but directly and disgusted Han Sen.

"Wake you up?"

Although Han Sen said so, he didn't seem to intend to leave now. Instead, he stood up, took off his suit, and threw it on the chair beside the bed.

Han Sen only wore a white suit shirt and stood in front of the full-length mirror. He seemed to realize that Nietzsche was staring at his lips just now. Han Sen reached out and touched his lips, and he saw the faint lipstick on his fingertips. of red.

Han Sen pulled his lips, smiled silently, and wiped his lips twice with his fingertips.

Nietzsche was still lying on the bed, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression was very displeased: "Why, are you having fun with those courtesans at night? To put it bluntly, they are called courtesans. To put it bluntly, they are prostitutes. They should be very good at serving men. After all, tonight is also your first night. How can you be willing to come back?"

Nietzsche knows better than anyone else whether Han Sen has ever touched a woman.

In his understanding, Han Sen was suppressed by him before, and he had no chance to contact anyone else. Of course, he can play openly now.

Nietzsche would not find it strange that Han Sen is gathering people to make trouble now.

Han Sen turned his face and glanced at Nietzsche, then stood in front of the mirror and continued to take off his suit shirt and trousers, and walked in front of Nietzsche wearing only a pair of black boxer bottoms.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing Han Sen dressed like this, Nietzsche suddenly sat up from the bed.

Ever since he came out of the Roman prison, Han Sen never took off his clothes in front of him.

Han Sen reached out and stroked Ni Cai's long red hair, and smiled silently:

"What else can I do, of course it is you."

"I've been doing you for so many years, why don't you still know?"

"Go away!"

Nietzsche swung Han Sen's palm away and said with disgust:

"Bitch, you met some dirty woman outside and want to touch me now, why don't you just kill me!"

After quietly listening to Nietzsche, Han Sen had no expression on his face, but he waved his hand and slapped Nietzsche hard on the face.

"Crack!" With a sound,

Nietzsche was dizzy for a while.

Although he can't be said to be weak now, he really has no way to fight against Han Sen physically.

After Han Sen gave a merciless slap, Nietzsche gasped silently for a while, put his hands on the sheet, looked at the bed with his eyelids slightly lowered, his bright red hair covered his face, and he expression.

Han Sen pulled Nietzsche's hair vigorously, pushed Nietzsche onto the bed, and then covered his body.

"Do not touch me!"

Nietzsche, who was pushed onto the bed by Han Sen, scolded Han Sen sharply.

Han Sen firmly controlled Nietzsche's arm with one hand, then quickly lowered his head, and fiercely kissed Nietzsche's lips.

"Well……"

Nietzsche wanted to catch his breath, but he had no chance at all. Han Sen, who was tall and slender, completely suppressed him.

Nietzsche raised his leg to kick Han Sen away, but Han Sen slipped between his legs more smoothly.

"Remember what you used to do? Let me fuck you while you fuck other men."

Han Sen lowered his head, kissed Nietzsche's cheek a few times while talking, and then whispered something in Nietzsche's ear.

"The feeling of being intimate with a woman is actually really good. I tried it just now, but I still want to fuck you."

Nietzsche stared at Han Sen fiercely, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Han Sen, don't forget who said it, you won't touch me in the future!"

"I regret it."

Han Sen reached out and touched Nietzsche's slender eyebrows, tracing them all the way to the end of his eyes,

"You must miss me too, don't you?"

After finishing speaking, Han Sen lowered his head and sucked Nietzsche's chest hard.

"I don't want to think about it now!"

Nietzsche struggled to push Han Sen away.

Han Sen raised his head and looked at Nietzsche. His eyes were fixed on Nietzsche's expression. He looked at the slightly pale face with little blood on it.

Han Sen suddenly remembered that drugs can make people completely lose their libido.

Especially injectable cocaine.

Once a human's blood is contaminated with drugs, he will quickly lose all desires, no matter whether he is voluntary or forced, all follow this law without exception, even the most willpower in the world. Become an ascetic, even frigid.

Nietzsche is now completely a shell without any desires.

Nietzsche is the kind of person who has a lot of self-control. He will not go crazy because he is forced to inject drugs, but he will like everyone else, the desire for sex will disappear, and beauty will not drive him. .

Han Sen turned over, stretched out his hand to hold Nietzsche in his arms, pressed his face against Nietzsche's, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, it's time for you to quit drugs."

"By the way, cigarettes are not allowed."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen turned Nietzsche's face to his own, and kissed him deeply and lengthily.

The constant resistance made Nietzsche suddenly feel that his physical strength was almost completely exhausted. Just when Han Sen reached out to turn off the wall lamp, Nietzsche fell into a deep sleep irresistibly.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Nietzsche, who was almost fainted by Han Sen, shrank his body and fell into a light sleep. He felt surrounded by a pair of powerful arms, and there was a familiar smell in his nose.

Nietzsche let Han Sen hug him obediently, moved his head a few times, and stuck it to Han Sen's neck. The familiar deodorant on Han Sen's body made him relax quickly.

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When Feng Bai came out, Shen Zui led someone to pick him up in person.

Shen Zui drove three limousines and parked outside the gate of the Roman Prison. Knowing that Shen Zui would come to greet him, Feng Bai swaggered out of the prison gate with a smile on his face, looking very proud, how many At least there is a taste of youth and frivolity.

"Xiaobai, I will look for you after I go out!"

When Feng Bai was packing up his things in the room and was about to go out, Hong Jian grabbed Feng Bai's hand and repeatedly told Feng Bai not to go to other places, not to leave this side, after going out by himself, he would definitely go to find Feng Bai .

"Okay, I get it! How many times have I said it! Let him go!"

Feng Bai shook off Hong Jian's hand violently, then took out a small mirror from his bag, and straightened his hair, "Don't mess around in public from now on, it will affect my image, Mr. Bai Ah~"

After finishing speaking, Feng Bai looked at Hong Jian with a smile, took a step forward, and walked in front of Hong Jian's Wan, the tip of his nose almost touched Hong Jian's.

"noob……"

Hong Jian was taken aback, and called out Feng Bai's nickname in a low voice, then looked at Feng Bai's approaching face, and gently closed his eyes.

Feng Bai pulled his lips and smiled contemptuously, turned his face to Hong Jian's ear, and said mockingly: "Why, I was a good man, but now I'm used to being fucked? It's useless to women? Or have you already fallen in love with me? Feeling like this? If you still want to be fucked after you come out, you can come to me at any time, Master Bai, I still prefer the kind of things that don’t charge money, and you can accompany me anytime.”

Hong Jian stood there without answering, Feng Bai turned around and left.