Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Carlo followed Lili to the front of Nietzsche's bedroom, folded his hands in front of him, and stood neatly outside the door of Nietzsche's bedroom.

Although Carlo is not very old, his brain is still very bright. For example, he knows that a man like Nietzsche will definitely not like rebellious boys, because it is impossible for Nietzsche to spare time to please anyone.

What he prefers must be a well-behaved boy who stands by his side and does his bidding, but is clever and clever.

So what Carlo is going to do now is such a boy.

"Mr. Nietzsche, Carlo is here."

Lili reached out and knocked on the door, and gave a reminder to the inside of the room.

But Nietzsche didn't answer right away. Carlo glanced at Lili. Lili waved her hand to signal Carlo to stand here and not to speak.

Carlo nodded, and stood obediently by the door, Lili stretched her head and listened attentively to the movement inside.

After about half a minute, Nietzsche's voice came from inside:

"come in."

"Yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

Lili nodded, stretched out her hand to open the door, and gestured for Carlo to go in.

Carlo was very nervous, and stood at the door, afraid to go in. Lili stretched out her hand and pushed Carlo in, then stood behind Carlo, and said with a soft smile, "Just be obedient, child."

After speaking, Lili closed the bedroom door behind Carlo, and Carlo stood in front of Nietzsche's bedroom door blankly.

A Chinese-style rattan chair was placed in the middle of the room. When Carlo entered the door, Nietzsche in pajamas was sitting on the rattan chair, facing the door of the bedroom with his bright red hair hanging down on his shoulders. , some dim lights were falling from overhead, Carlo couldn't see Nietzsche's expression, he could only vaguely see his perfect profile.

"Good evening, Mr. Nietzsche..."

Carlo's fingers tightly clutched the hem of his shirt, and he blinked in Nietzsche's direction.

Nietzsche still lowered his head slightly, and placed his slender and slender fingers on the handle of the wicker chair. It seemed that due to the force, his fingertips turned slightly white, which made people lift it a little strangely.

Carlo didn't dare to breathe and stood there, motionless.

He had to keep in mind what Lili said to him just now—as long as he was obedient.

After a while, Nietzsche turned his head, and Carlo suddenly saw Nietzsche's pale cheeks and blushing sweat slightly on his forehead, as well as those bright red lips tightly pressed together.

Nietzsche was undoubtedly very good-looking, but the scene in front of him really shocked Carlo. The man in front of him looked like a gorgeous monster.

Nietzsche gave Carlo a cold look, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth,

"You really came."

Although it was a bit weird just now, Carlo couldn't help blushing when Nietzsche's dark green eyes looked straight at him.

This feeling is very strange, not pure shyness, but feeling like a prey being stared at by silent snakes, terrified and unable to escape, only indulged and fallen.

It's so greasy that it makes people flustered.

Carlo nodded, and hurriedly said something polite:

"Mr. Nietzsche, I am really glad to meet you."

After Carlo finished speaking, Nietzsche looked at Carlo blankly for a while, and his eyes scanned Carlo up and down, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything. He paused for a while, and then continued: : "You are such a child."

Carlo thought that Nietzsche felt that he was not mature enough, so he waved his hand and said:

"Mr. Nietzsche, I'm actually not young anymore, it's just that I look younger..."

Nietzsche interrupted him with a wave,

"I see."

In the first few years when Han Sen was with Nietzsche, he was considered a child. Nietzsche naturally knew it, so he would unconsciously make judgments on such a young boy.

But Nietzsche really doesn't like the type who likes to explain so much and talks so much.

Take Han Sen as an example. When he was with Nietzsche, he always kept silent. When he should not speak, he would never say a word.

This made Nietzsche a little uncomfortable.

But Nietzsche still waved his hand and said to Carlo:

"Stop talking, come here."

"OK……"

Carlo took steps, walked over slowly, and stood in front of Nietzsche.

Nietzsche reached out and took Carlo's palm in his own. When he held Carlo's palm, Carlo's palm was a little wet, "Why did you come here?"

I heard Nietzsche ask that.

Carlo smiled silly,

"Actually, I don't know why, I only saw you once today, but I just can't forget your face..."

Carlo reached out and rubbed his head:

"I think it's love at first sight. I think I really like you."

Carlo's cheeks were flushed, and he began to confess to Nietzsche:

"It's the kind of like..."

Hearing what Carlo said, Nietzsche didn't react. He just looked at his fingers and said, "You children's minds are actually quite strange. Some people can be tempted once you see them. Some people, you stay with him for a lifetime, and he won't see you." Gotta have feelings for you."

Nietzsche stood up and walked to the window, his emerald green eyes looked straight out of the window, looking at the dirty street illuminated by street lights outside the window, he reached out to brush his hair, his cheeks still looked pale Cold, the whole person is gloomy, "However, I am not a person who likes to talk about feelings. I am not interested in you. What I am interested in is your body and your eyes."

Nietzsche looked directly at Carlo's dark pupils,

"Your eyeballs are black."

Carlo nodded, raised his finger and touched his eyes,

"Yes, my mother also had black eyes."

Although Kahlo behaved very naturally, when Nietzsche said that he was only interested in his body, Kahlo's cheeks turned pale, and he couldn't hide his disappointment and fear.

Maybe I really don't matter, Carlo thought.

There must be countless people who are so obsessed with him like myself.

Nietzsche looked at Carlo's pale face,

"If you can't accept it, you can leave now. I don't like to force others in this kind of thing."

To be precise, the only thing Nietzsche was forced to do was Han Sen, and Nietzsche never tires of it. He no longer has that interest in other people.

The first is because he is a little older now, and he doesn't have that kind of excess energy. When it comes to this kind of thing, his state of mind is more or less different from before. The second is that even if he doesn't force others, there will be people Automatically sticking to him, in fact, he doesn't need to take the initiative to do anything at all, as long as he doesn't act intimidating.

Nietzsche is actually such a person, very attractive, as long as he behaves a little softer, his allure to people is impeccable.

After speaking, Nietzsche turned his head and continued to look out the window.

Carlo looked at Nietzsche's slender back, his eyes were about to shed tears. He felt that he was a very strong and powerful boy. He had always defined himself in this way. He never expected that in front of this man tonight, his so-called strong And aggressive, really vulnerable.

Carlo clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to ask Nietzsche:

"Don't you ever like me too?"

As soon as Carlo finished speaking, Nietzsche turned his head and said blankly:

"No. Never."

"Like it? I hope you won't say this word in your mouth in the future. I, Nietzsche Lutheran, won't be emotionally attached to a child like you. Of course, you don't deserve it either."

Listening to Nietzsche's words, Carlo's tears dripped from his eyes suddenly. When you suddenly fall in love with someone, all your emotions will be controlled by that person.

But this person is still a cold-faced, heartless man like Nietzsche Lutheran.

"I feel like I can take anything."

Carlo sniffed, reached out and took off his clothes, and stood in front of Nietzsche with red eyes.

Nietzsche looked at Carlo's body, turned around, walked to his bed and sat down. His eyes no longer stayed on Carlo's body, but he lowered his eyelids, looked at the ground under his feet, and seemed to take a deep breath. , and pressed his fingers firmly against the sheet.

Carlo turned his head and saw Nietzsche's forehead suddenly covered with a thin layer of sweat, and Nietzsche's expression seemed to be holding back something.

Carlo felt that he might be uncomfortable, so he looked at Nietzsche with concern, walked up to him, and said softly, "What's wrong with you, Mr. Nietzsche...uh...!"

Before Carlo finished speaking, Nietzsche stretched out his hand suddenly, pulled Carlo onto the bed, then turned around and pressed him down.

"Mr. Nietzsche?..."

Carlo wanted to reach out and touch Nietzsche's body, but Nietzsche suddenly controlled his hands with one hand, and then Carlo heard Nietzsche's cold voice in his ear: "Lie down, don't touch me."

Carlo hummed, nodded, and lay face down on the bed, his eyes widened and his lips bit together.

Nietzsche separated Carlo's legs, pinched his waist with both hands, moved his fingers skillfully underneath, and then pressed his body straight into it.

Nietzsche does not seem gentle at all, even cruel.

Carlo bit his lip tightly in pain until tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

That day, Carlo didn't get any pleasure, but he just learned one thing, that is, when he was in bed with Nietzsche, he just had to lie on his stomach obediently, don't talk or touch him.

And after Nietzsche finished, he quickly stood up and walked towards the bathroom, seeing him without looking at him, as if his body was dirty, as if he was just an object placed on the bed.

At any time, don't touch his body with your hands, and it's better not to speak or make a sound, just endure Nietzsche's fierce attacks on his body.

Nietzsche was disgusted by this, blatantly.

Carlo felt that this was really strange and perverted, but he never knew why, and Te always felt that he was like a container.

However, sometimes there are some people you just can't understand, and you will never be able to enter his world.

It is good to be by his side. Every time Nietzsche is in his body, Carlo feels that he seems to have got this man.