Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Although Nietzsche was hit by two bullets in the back, he was not fatally injured.

Ivy was probably due to nervousness, and the range of the bullet was not very close, so the bullet was still a little bit off when it was shot, and it didn't hurt those vital internal organs.

Ivy was really afraid of Nietzsche. When he went to assassinate Han Sen, although he was determined to die, he still put a lot of pressure on him.

Because he didn't know how Nietzsche would treat him if he killed Han Sen.

What Ivy learned about Nietzsche's past actions is really terrifying and makes people feel heinous.

When Nietzsche was undergoing surgery, Han Sen was sitting quietly waiting outside the operating room. Han Sen knew that Nietzsche only needed to remove the bullet from his body.

The moment he saw Nietzsche's wound, Han Sen knew that no matter how bad the result was, Nietzsche would never die.

At most, it becomes a vegetable.

Han Xiu sat restlessly next to Han Sen, turned to look at Han Sen and said, "Dad, Mom went in there, when will you come out?"

Han Sen reached out to hold Han Xiu in his arms, reached out and touched Han Xiu's head,

"Mom is just taking a break and will be out in a while."

Han Xiu nodded, resting his head on Han Sen's chest, yawned sleepily, then raised his tired eyes, and murmured to Han Sen, "Dad, I'll wait on you. Mom, when mom comes out, you must tell me, you know?"

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Han Xiu on the forehead:

"Okay, you go to bed first, and I will call you when mom wakes up later."

"Well, yes, thank you, Dad."

Han Xiu found a comfortable position in Han Sen's arms, twisted his soft body a few times, closed his eyes sleepily, and soon fell into a deep sleep with long breathing sounds.

Nietzsche was in the operating room on the third floor. After Nietzsche was sent here by Feng Bai, all the idlers except the doctor were kicked out by Feng Bai's people, and they were forcibly moved to other floors in the hospital.

Now Nietzsche is the only patient on the third floor of the hospital. Han Sen's men are standing on both sides of the corridor. They are all armed and guarding the hospital corridor.

Under Han Sen's order, they were under martial law to prevent Carlo and Ivy's other accomplices from suddenly appearing.

And Feng Bai was sent out by Han Sen, leading people, holding documents and photos throughout the city, and began to search and kill all the accomplices, friends, and people who had close relationships with Ai Wei and Carlo.

Han Sen really didn't plan to kill Carlo's accomplices before. He planned to stop after killing Carlo who had been trying to seduce Nietzsche.

But now that Carlo's accomplice suddenly appeared to seek revenge for Carlo, it doesn't mean that someone else will suddenly appear again, and today's thing will happen again.

Han Sen is a very cautious person. He will never allow something like today to happen again, and he will never allow Nietzsche to be harmed by anyone again.

Therefore, the best way is to kill the grass and roots, and kill all the forces in the hands of the brothers Carlo and Ivy before, and no hidden dangers are allowed to stay.

When Feng Bai came back, it was past two o'clock in the middle of the night. Han Sen was still sitting outside the operating room, waiting patiently, with no trace of impatience on his expression.

"Brother Han. I'm back."

Seeing Han Xiu sleeping in Han Sen's arms, Feng Bai greeted Han Sen in a low voice.

Han Sen nodded and looked at Feng Bai who went upstairs with a gun in his hand. His pretty face and fingers were covered with bright red blood stains, and his collar was also stained with blood. Within hours, there must have been a massacre.

Han Sen nodded. Even though he was in a hospital where the disinfectant smelled so strong, Han Sen could still smell the strong smell of blood coming from Feng Bai's body from a long distance away.

Han Sen looked at the blood stains on Feng Bai's fingers and a scratch on the back of his fair hand, and frowned silently, "Are you injured?"

Feng Bai raised his slightly painful palm and smiled at Han Sen:

"How is it possible~ I was just melted by his nails when I killed that little bastard just now, it's a trivial matter~"

Han Sen nodded,

"Is everything settled?"

Feng Baien said:

"All those who should be killed are killed, as long as they are mixed with Ivy and Carlo's men, they are all killed.

None remained, and the brothers are now assembled below the hospital.Absolutely no more worries. "

Han Sen nodded, stood up holding Han Xiu, then turned his head and glanced at the door of the operating room, "Feng Bai, take Han Xiu back to sleep."

Han Xiu, who was lying in Han Sen's arms, seemed to smell the strong smell of blood on Feng Bai's body. The smell was really pungent. Han Xiu frowned a little unaccustomed, stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, and then his head Shrinking into Han Sen's arms.

Feng Bai raised his arm and smelled the smell on his body, then looked up at Han Sen with some embarrassment and said, "Brother Han, I killed a lot of people just now, and now my body smells like blood, which will scare Han Xiu. "

Han Sen looked down at Han Xiu's innocent sleeping face, and said in a deep voice:

"If you can't even accept this kind of thing, how can you be my Han Sen's son."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen handed Han Xiu into Feng Bai's arms without hesitation.

"Send him home, Lutheran's operation will be over soon."

Feng Bai nodded, picked up Han Xiu, turned around and left the hospital, and walked towards the place where he lived.

Han Sen turned back and sat down on the chair again. Not long after, the doctor who operated on Nietzsche all night came out, took off the disinfection mask on his face, and smiled gently at Han Sen: "Mr. , your lover has passed the dangerous period safely, now you just need to cultivate well.

We recommend that you go through hospitalization procedures in the hospital, where there are specialized nursing staff who can provide post-injury care and rehabilitation for your loved one. "

Han Sen stretched out his hand and shook the palm of the chief surgeon politely.

"Thank you, but I plan to take him home and take care of him."

Nietzsche would definitely not get used to living in a place like a hospital.

The doctor nodded in explanation:

"We respect your decision. Your lover just received an injection of labor pain and tranquilizing drugs, and is resting now. When you enter the ward, you must keep quiet so as not to affect the patient's rest."

Han Sen nodded: "No problem."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen passed the doctor and walked towards Nietzsche's ward.

Now in front of the door, Han Sen stretched out his hand and pushed the door open very gently, then walked towards Nietzsche with silent steps.

The man was lying quietly on the bed, his pale cheeks seemed to blend in with the pure white sheets under him.

Those beautiful and cold eyes were closed, and the room was silent, as if Nietzsche Lutheran had died.

Han Sen walked to Nietzsche's bed in silence, stood by the bed, looked straight at Nietzsche's face, reached out and brushed the long hair on Nietzsche's cheek, and then picked up Nietzsche's quilt. Fingers, bent down, and printed a kiss on the back of Nietzsche's hand, "Lutheran, from now on, you are the queen of my kingdom."

Nietzsche was taken home by Han Sen that night.

At the same time, Shen Zui hired famous doctors and senior professional nurses from the local hospital in Rome and sent them to Brazil to take care of Nietzsche by his side.

When Nietzsche woke up the next day, almost everyone was outside, including Feng Bai and his subordinates.

Everyone knew well at this moment that from the moment Nietzsche took the bullet for Han Sen, Nietzsche was the serious head of the Hansen family.

Nietzsche Lutheran, the heir of the famous Lutheran family in Italy's underground world, the leader of the mafia, and the pride of the entire Lutheran family, will become the mistress of the Hansen family today. I can't believe it. it is true.

Nietzsche Lutheran's ruthlessness and romantic nature are well known to everyone. No one would have imagined that the Italian playboy would finally fall into the arms of Han Sen, who has always been silent and conservative.

It is true that Han Sen is rich and powerful, it is undeniable, but compared to ordinary men, it is too boring and boring, and he is really not the best candidate for a good lover, and with him Everything that happens after being together is unexpected.

No one fully understands why Nietzsche chose Han Sen in the end.

And Feng Bai and Shen Zui, who knew Han Sen's past, didn't understand why Han Sen accepted Nietzsche, a man full of evil crowns.

For them, Nietzsche can only be described as scary. Han Sen, who has a relatively traditional personality and living habits, will really be happy with him.

But no matter what everyone is thinking, this is the person's own choice, and no one is qualified to tell Han Sen what to do.

"Mother……"

Han Xiu stood outside the door and looked at Nietzsche who was lying on the bed. Looking at Nietzsche's sleepy expression, he dared not enter the door.

Nietzsche had lost a lot of blood before, but now his complexion looks almost pale, and when he was injured, his throat was soaked by the blood spat out, and now he can hardly speak, his voice is very hoarse.

Han Sen took Han Xiu's little hand,

"Han Xiu, hurry up and tell mom to wish her a speedy recovery."

Han Xiu nodded and followed Han Sen towards Nietzsche's bed.

Nietzsche saw Han Xiu wrinkled his small face and walked towards him with a solemn expression. Nietzsche leaned against the bed weakly, and smiled at Han Xiu with his lips drawn.

Han Xiu saw Nietzsche, who was expressionless just now, smiling at him, and immediately became happy. He rushed to Nietzsche's bed, looked up at Nietzsche, and said childishly, "Mom, I wish you a speedy recovery!"

Nietzsche smiled silently, reached out and touched Han Xiu's head, then nodded slightly.

Han Xiu was about to climb onto the bed with a smile, and stretched out his arms to be hugged by Nietzsche. Han Sen just hurried over and stretched out his arms to hug Han Xiu, "Han Xiu, mom is very tired now, so I can't hold you, you go out with Uncle Bai first .”

Now that Han Sen had spoken, Han Xiu reluctantly glanced at Nietzsche, then nodded, "Oh..."

"Say goodbye to mom first."

Han Sen reminded Han Xiu, then hugged Han Xiu and sat beside Nietzsche's bed.

As soon as Han Xiu got close to Nietzsche, he quickly reached out and hugged Nietzsche's neck, kissed Nietzsche's cheek very affectionately, and then said sweetly in a child's unique tone: "Mom, I love you."

Nietzsche turned his face and kissed Han Xiu's cheek, then Feng Bai came up and hugged Han Xiu in his arms, "Hey, Xiu, go play with Uncle Bai~"

Feng Bai carried Han Xiu out, then turned and closed the door of the bedroom where Nietzsche was.

Only Han Sen and Nietzsche were left in the room.

After a moment of silence, Han Sen seemed to have no intention of speaking, while Nietzsche was speechless due to his throat injury.

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's face, reached out and touched Nietzsche's cheek,

"Uncle, does your back still hurt?"

Nietzsche nodded, his gaze also fell on Han Sen's face, and he and Han Sen looked at each other.

Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's slender chin with his hand, pressed his lips together, and kissed Nietzsche's lips fiercely.

Nietzsche snorted a few times, raised his hands, hugged Han Sen's neck, and kissed Han Sen.

After kissing for a long time before separating, Nietzsche took Han Sen's palm and slowly wrote a few words in Han Sen's palm.

"Han Sen, from now on, I will be yours. Do you still want me?"

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled, then nodded.

Stretching his arms around Nietzsche, he said in a deep voice:

"Of course, of course I want you."

Lutheran, I am destined not to push you away, let everything in the past disappear, and we will never torture each other again.

Because Nietzsche's health has not been very good, he basically stays at home now, rarely goes out, and spends most of his time resting in bed all day long.

In order for Nietzsche not to feel lonely alone, and to prevent him from losing his temper and torturing the servants who took care of him, Han Sen spent most of his time at home and stayed by Nietzsche's side as much as possible.

Nietzsche never liked being alone, and Han Sen knew this better than anyone else.

In the past, when Nietzsche was coquettish and domineering, he was alone without Han Sen's company, which would have some terrible consequences for normal people.

In fact, when Nietzsche came to Brazil for the first time, he thought he killed Han Sen, and after doing it, he felt endless regret, but Nietzsche was never a man who could express himself and vent his emotions, so he At this moment, he wanted to slaughter the city, because the world without Han Sen was too lonely for him. He had to destroy everything so that he would not feel so gloomy in the world around him.

It was only when he finally found something to pass the time that Nietzsche abandoned the idea of ​​massacring cities.

Han Sen planned to take Nietzsche back to Italy when Nietzsche's health was a little better. After that, the three of them settled down there and never went to other parts of the world.

But because Nietzsche's body is relatively weak now, and the weather here is still relatively cold, and the winter has not yet passed, Nietzsche is very afraid of the cold, and he is not willing to go out at all, so Han Sen decided to delay for a while, and when the winter is over, they will go out again. go home.

Like all Asian men, Han Sen is a man who has resettled and relocated. His nostalgia for the place where he grew up cannot be eliminated, so he must return to Italy, and Nietzsche's influence has been suppressed. Han Sen swallowed them all, so Han Sen must not let go of Brazil.

Han Sen decided to put Feng Bai here first and manage the business here for him.

Although Feng Bai's private life is relatively chaotic, he is still very good at work, he never makes any troubles at work, and separates his private life and work quite clearly.

Feng Bai didn't want to stay here before, he wanted to go back to Italy with Han Sen, but Han Sen said that he only needs to take care of it for a while, and when there are available and reliable people in the local area, Feng Bai can go back.

Feng Bai finally obeyed Han Sen's decision.

But before Han Sen left here, many things still needed to be solved by Han Sen himself, so Han Sen spent a lot of time in the study to solve the backlog of problems at hand.

"Is Nietzsche asleep?"

That night, when Han Sen came out of the study, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. According to Nietzsche's recent living habits, he should have already fallen asleep, and slept very deeply.

However, Han Sen is still habitually concerned about Nietzsche's situation.

But the temporarily hired servant shook his head:

"Mr. Han, the young master has already fallen asleep, but Mr. Nietzsche hasn't rested yet."

Hearing what the servant said, Han Sen frowned in displeasure:

"Why are you still up so late?"

Not wanting to talk to the servant, Han Sen went straight to the bedroom, pushed open the door, and saw Nietzsche in a nightgown sitting on the bed, leaning against the bed, watching TV intently.

I don't know if it's because of his growing age, but Nietzsche no longer reads a lot of books, but often watches TV before falling asleep at night, and he also reads it seriously.

After following Nietzsche for so many years, in Han Sen's impression, Nietzsche never touched the TV before.

"Why haven't you slept yet? I don't know if my body can't stay up late. Have you forgotten what the doctor told you?"

The doctor told Han Sen before that Nietzsche's blood sugar is low now, so he can't stay up late. When he is sleepy, he has to sleep honestly. He has to sleep, otherwise he will get dizzy and cause hypotension.

Nietzsche didn't seem to expect that Han Sen would come in now. He turned his head and looked straight at Han Sen. He didn't have time to express his expression. Looking at it from a distance, he looked very cold, making people afraid to approach him.

After all, Nietzsche was not an ordinary man. He had been in a high position for many years, and his prestige was very heavy, which made people daunting.

Han Sen walked straight over, sat down beside Nietzsche, stretched out his hand to take off Nietzsche's nightgown, and kissed Nietzsche on the forehead: "Good boy, go to bed early."

What's so good about TV.Han Sen thought silently in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and his eyes subconsciously avoided Nietzsche's fair-skinned, delicate-skinned body.

Nietzsche pressed Han Sen's palm violently, and pulled Han Sen's palm into his chest. His dark green eyes looked directly at Han Sen: "Han Sen, do I look good?"

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's face. Under the light, Nietzsche's face was so beautiful that people couldn't stare at him for a long time. Nietzsche's temperament was still the same as before, never changed, cold and cold, but Han Sen felt that Nietzsche His expression was very gentle.

Probably because I have been watching it for a long time and got used to it, Han Sen thought so, and then took his palm away from Nietzsche's chest, "Lutheran, be obedient, go to bed early."

Nietzsche snorted, looked at Han Sen and said:

"I'm not sleepy now, I'm hungry and want to eat something."

Nietzsche had been sluggish for a while and didn't want to eat anything. Now that Nietzsche said he wanted to eat something, Han Sen nodded immediately and stood up, "Okay, I'll bring you a bowl of porridge."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche,

"Eat something light, okay?"

Nietzsche gave a low acknowledgment and nodded at Han Sen,

"I will eat whatever I tell me to eat."

Han Sen paused for a moment, as if he had looked at Nietzsche carefully, then quickly turned around and went out the door, and walked in again after a while with a bowl of porridge.

Looking at the porridge, Nietzsche still frowned unconsciously. No matter what, he still hated things like porridge very, very much.

Han Sen sat beside Nietzsche, picked up a spoon, and served Nietzsche to drink the porridge.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Han Sen brought the spoon to Nietzsche's mouth, signaling Nietzsche to open his mouth.

Nietzsche opened his mouth obediently, and then ate the porridge.

Han Sen seemed very satisfied with Nietzsche's performance. Seeing Nietzsche eating obediently, he smiled silently.

Nietzsche raised his eyes, saw the smile on Han Sen's mouth, moved his body, moved to Han Sen's side, put his cheek close to Han Sen's face, stuck out his tongue and licked his red lips, and said softly: "Han Sen , you should know, I hate eating plain porridge the most, I took a bite just now, you give me a kiss as a reward."

Han Sen still had no expression on his face. Nietzsche smelled good in his breath. Han Sen's Adam's apple moved last time, and he swallowed silently.

"Ok."

Han Sen lowered his head, kissed Nietzsche's lips, and then raised his head quickly.

As soon as Han Sen raised his head, Nietzsche suddenly put his arms around Han Sen's neck, knelt up, kissed Han Sen's lips forcefully, and then sucked.

Because Nietzsche rushed up suddenly, Han Sen had to put down the porridge in his hand, and then gently supported Nietzsche's back with his palm, so as not to make too much movement and strain his wound.

Han Sen sat firmly on the edge of the bed, letting Nietzsche kiss his lips, and then opened his mouth to match his movements.

Nietzsche's wounds are healing, and he cannot make drastic movements.

"Han Sen, don't you want me?"

Nietzsche held Han Sen's face in both hands, his eyelashes fluttered like fluttering butterflies, and finally brought his eyes to Han Sen's handsome cheeks.

In this world—whether in the past, present or in the distant future, only Nietzsche can do such a thing to Hansen today.

Han Sen didn't speak, and looked straight at Nietzsche. Seeing Nietzsche observing him, Han Sen lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Lutheran, go to bed early. You may have stayed in the room for too long. I'll take you to bed tomorrow." You go out for a walk."

Although Han Sen said so, Nietzsche still put his arms around Han Sen's neck, and his lips touched Han Sen's neck and earlobe, "Han Sen, are you really not interested in me?"

When he said these words, Nietzsche's face turned cold, looking a little scary.

Han Sen pursed his lips, looked up at Nietzsche and said:

"Lutheran, don't tempt me. You are not feeling well now. I will rest with you, but we will not do anything."

"No."

Nietzsche coldly stretched out his fingers and pulled Han Sen by the collar, and pressed Han Sen on the bed. In order not to hurt Nietzsche, Han Sen had to cooperate with his movements and lay down on the bed. Nietzsche lay on Han Sen's body, Started to tear off Han Sen's clothes and pants silently.

"Lutheran!"

Han Sen was just about to reprimand Nietzsche, but Nietzsche had already pulled Han Sen's palm into his lower body.

Han Sen came across a place he hadn't seen for a long time.

Nietzsche lay tightly on Han Sen's body, his slender legs deliberately entangled with Han Sen's legs.

Nietzsche's hair exudes a charming smell, and when it softly brushes against Han Sen's face, there is a cool feeling.

The smell on Nietzsche brought back Han Sen's memories of many things in the past, the darkest and most obscure memories of Han Sen's adolescence.

It felt very strange, like growing up all of a sudden, and all the past years suddenly disappeared. This man that Han Sen hated the most in the past is lying on Han Sen's body at this moment, tossing and turning, begging for sex. Let Han Sen use his young body to give him a moment of lingering joy.

"Lie down for me."

Looking at Nietzsche's face, Han Sen ordered, put the quilt under Nietzsche's body to keep him stable, and then Han Sen kneels behind Nietzsche, fully dressed, lifted his nightgown, and supported his On both sides of the thighs, the fingers moved skillfully. When ready, he leaned forward, stretched out his hand, covered Nietzsche Lutheran's mouth, and pushed it in hard.

Nietzsche's body trembled, and he let out a low snort.

Han Sen attacked the body in front of him silently and viciously. He didn't use much skill. All he had to do was to satisfy the person in front of him.

It's not that Han Sen doesn't like gentleness, and he only experienced this kind of thing with Nietzsche. The only thing he knows is that Nietzsche likes such a direct and fierce approach, so every time he does it, he naturally does it according to Nietzsche's preferences. Time Over time, a fixed pattern has formed.

Soon, Nietzsche was paralyzed on the bed under Han Sen's attack, and the big European-style copper bed creaked.

Nietzsche's slender fingers tightly twisted the bed sheet under him, moaning intermittently.

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche's back, kissed Nietzsche's shoulder with his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Lutheran, no one will hurt you in the future."

Nietzsche gasped for a while, gave a low acknowledgment, and licked his lips,

"Well, no one can hurt you in the future."

Hearing what Nietzsche said, Han Sen smiled in a low voice:

"Lutheran, everything about you is in my hands, what are you using to protect me?"

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes, did not speak, turned his face to look at Han Sen and said:

"Wipe me clean."

"Well, okay."

Han Sen got up to tidy up Nietzsche, took Nietzsche to the bathroom, put him back on the bed, and sat on the side of the bed with the still tender porridge, picked up the spoon and said to Nietzsche: "Nietzsche, Come here and finish the porridge."

Before Nietzsche could recover from the profound joy just now, he turned his head suddenly and saw Han Sen holding a bowl of white porridge in his hand, signaling for himself to finish eating.

Nietzsche frowned. The most frightening thing about Han Sen is that everything is so serious. As long as Han Sen thinks it needs to be done, then no matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, Han Sen will never forget .

For example, even after tangling with Nietzsche in bed for a long time, Han Sen still remembered that Nietzsche should finish the bowl of porridge in his hand.

Nietzsche quickly buried his head in the quilt, and said sullenly:

"No, I hate porridge."

Han Sen reached out and pulled the quilt away, then brushed the hair that covered Nietzsche's side face, and said in a deep voice, "Come here, Nietzsche, finish the porridge, or your stomach may feel uncomfortable at night."

Nietzsche shook his head, still unwilling to eat.

Nietzsche was very picky about food. He decided to let Han Sen decide everything just now to seduce Han Sen. Now that Han Sen gave it to himself, Nietzsche turned around and regretted it.

He still can't accept white porridge. In his eyes, white porridge is rice grains boiled in plain water.

How can it be used to eat? !

Presumably only the uninteresting type would like this kind of stuff.

Han Sen's face sank, he looked straight at Nietzsche's back, and said coldly:

"Lutheran, you are actually trying to trick me into going to bed."

"Since you don't eat obediently, we won't do this kind of thing in the future."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche sat up quickly, facing Han Sen, "Han Sen, I'm hungry."

Han Sen nodded in satisfaction, took a spoon and fed Nietzsche the porridge.

Han Sen is a relatively conservative and traditional man when it comes to personal issues, so in bed, Nietzsche, who is of Western race, usually takes the initiative.

It is actually very difficult for Han Sen to take the initiative in bed once.

Especially when faced with his significant other being a man, Han Sen was extremely protective - in fact, even if he was with a woman from the beginning, Han Sen would not take the initiative to go anywhere.

But once he does it, Han Sen will be very domineering, but that must be done if Han Sen is willing.

As long as he starts to do it, Han Sen will be able to turn Nietzsche's mind upside down. Nietzsche is naturally very obsessed with Han Sen's body.

Now, when Han Sen said that he would not cook porridge until he finished eating it, Nietzsche knew that Han Sen was serious about what he said, because even if he did not do it for a few years, Han Sen would not necessarily be sad, but Nietzsche would definitely not accept it this kind of thing.

Therefore, Nietzsche was very active in the end and ate all the porridge in Han Sen's hand.

"You sleep first, I'll be back in a while."

Han Sen stood up and signaled Nietzsche to rest first.

Nietzsche had already lay down, and he turned his face to look at Han Sen, looking displeased: "Where are you going?"

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek:

"I'll go see Han Xiu."

Nietzsche hummed,

"Go."

After speaking, Nietzsche watched Han Sen go out.

Han Sen sent down the porridge tableware, then folded it back, went to Han Xiu's room, looked at Han Xiu to make sure that Han Xiu was sleeping soundly, and Han Sen returned to Nietzsche's master bedroom.

When Han Sen entered, Nietzsche was already asleep, breathing evenly and long.

Han Sen turned off the lights, lifted the quilt, and lay down lightly.

As soon as Han Sen lay down, Nietzsche quickly entangled him, his slender body curled up in Han Sen's arms, his head resting on Han Sen's neck, and the gentle breath fell on Han Sen's neck when he breathed.

Han Sen put Nietzsche's head on his arm, looked down at Nietzsche's sleeping face, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.