Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen's voice was very cold. Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, he was slightly hoarse, which made him look very sexy.

"Han Sen."

Nietzsche's expression turned cold in an instant, and he called Han Sen's name gloomyly, expressing that he was very unhappy now.

Han Sen's expression didn't change, he still looked directly at Nietzsche's face,

"I know my name is Han Sen, I just want to know who you are to me."

Nietzsche slammed Han Sen's arm away, stood up from Han Sen, got off the bed, put on a pair of underwear, turned and walked towards the door of the bedroom.

"Answer my question, who are you to me?"

Han Sen got out of bed, reached out and grabbed Nietzsche's wrist,

"Where are you going."

Nietzsche sneered, turned his head and looked straight at Han Sen and said:

"You dare to ask who I am when you're inside me. I'm going to kill everyone in the Han family today. Anyway, nothing is meaningful."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche walked out of the bedroom door, kicked the door open, walked into the study, walked out with a submachine gun in his arms, and stood in the corridor on the second floor, looking down at Han Sen who was busy downstairs. Servants, Nietzsche's face showed a strange gloomy look, "All those who failed me, all those who betrayed me, and all those who have anything to do with this bastard Han Sen will die."

Since Han Sen has forgotten him, he will kill everyone in the Han Sen family, including Han Sen himself.

After speaking, Nietzsche held his gun and was about to shoot at those people downstairs.

Han Sen, who suddenly appeared behind Nietzsche, hugged Nietzsche's body, controlled Nietzsche's arm with his arms, and pointed the gun at the roof.

"Bang bang bang..."

After a frantic and out-of-control shooting, the servants downstairs were so frightened that they covered their heads and ran away screaming.

When the bullets ran out, Nietzsche threw away the gun in his hand, looked at Han Sen fiercely and said, "Han Sen, I'm going to kill you."

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's ferocious and beautiful face, pulled his lips and smiled silently, lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's lips, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle, why are you crazy? I just ask you , who are you to me, just tell me no."

"After so many days of quarreling and beating me so many times while I was asleep, should we continue to quarrel now?"

Nietzsche gritted his teeth and said:

"Han Sen, count yourself as cruel."

Han Sen bent over and hugged Nietzsche and walked towards the bedroom, threw him on the bed, and pressed his body against it.

"Go away."

Nietzsche growled.Han Sen controlled Nietzsche with one hand and wanted to hammer his hands, "Why, isn't it you who has been molesting me for the past few days? I finally woke up. Don't you want to continue?"

Before Nietzsche could answer, Han Sen reached out and pulled off Nietzsche's underpants. He stretched out his hand and tried it under Nietzsche's body. He raised his finger and saw that it was shining brightly. Han Sen stared at his fingertips. Said expressionlessly: "Uncle, you are wet."

Nietzsche gave Han Sen a hard look:

"Go away."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche,

"How is it possible, I'm generally not very proactive, you know."

"Once I take the initiative to sleep with you, how can I stop."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen squeezed Nietzsche's neck with one hand, and pressed Nietzsche on the bed very forcefully.

Nietzsche was pressed on the bed with his face sideways, unable to move his body, but he still said viciously, "Han Sen, I'm going to kill you."

Han Sen lowered his head, pulled off the edge of his underwear, hummed in a low voice, and said in a deep voice, "It's better to kill me with your body."

Then Han Sen slammed into the entrance of Nietzsche's body.

As soon as Han Sen came in, Nietzsche snorted and lay limp on the bed.

Han Sen spread out his palms, moved the red hair scattered on Nietzsche's back to Nietzsche's left shoulder, and then slowly stroked Nietzsche's white and delicate back and thin waist from top to bottom, and slowly drew with his fingers A place to contain yourself.

Han Sen silently thought that although he and his partner have always been Nietzsche Lutheran, in fact, he has never been interested in men.

When I was forced to touch him by Nietzsche, no matter how comfortable I felt, it was just a man and a body.

Like all normal men, Han Sen likes women.

But after so many years, Han Sen carefully looked at Nietzsche under him...

Han Sen still felt that this was a man's body. The only difference was that this man had a beautiful face, but no matter how beautiful he was, he was still a man.

However, this man is not an ordinary man, he is Nietzsche Lutheran.

The high frequency of sexual intercourse with Nietzsche when he was adolescence left a bad impression on Han Sen, and it also gave him an indelible psychological shadow.

Therefore, Han Sen is really not a lustful person.

However, as long as Nietzsche wanted it, Han Sen would give it as much as he wanted.

As long as Han Sen feels that this is his duty, and he has reached a certain contract, he will do his duty.

And he'll never be the first to break the contract.

Take marriage for example. If Han Sen marries a woman, no matter how bad the married life is, as long as a legal contract is concluded, Han Sen will be a good husband.

He also would never have filed for divorce and that one because of a broken marriage.

"Are you comfortable?"

Han Sen bowed his head and kissed Nietzsche.

Nietzsche was lying on the bed comfortably, enjoying Han Sen's strong body. Now that Han Sen took the initiative to talk to him, Nietzsche said coldly, "It's uncomfortable."

Han Sen smiled softly, put his lips close to Nietzsche's ear and said:

"Who are you to me, and you still tell me."

Nietzsche stretched out his palm and pushed Han Sen's face over,

"I am your enemy!"

Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's waist violently with his fingers, and exerted force on his fingertips:

"You are right, then I will punish you well now."

"Well……!!"

Han Sen exerted all his strength, and his movements seemed very violent. The bed made a sound. Nietzsche's legs softened and he almost couldn't stand still, but was held tightly by Han Sen's arms.

"Who are you to me, say it again."

Han Sen reached out and pulled Nietzsche's hair.

Nietzsche waved Han Sen's fingers and said angrily:

"Don't mess with my hair."

"It's not a woman, what are you doing with such long hair, let's cut it off."

Nietzsche snorted and said coldly:

"No."

Han Sen raised his eyebrows:

"why not."

Nietzsche pursed his lips, remained silent for a long time, and finally said:

"Han Sen, I know you like women."

"I think maybe if I have long hair, you will have a better impression of me. That's what I thought before."

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's charming eyes:

"Before? It seems that you have missed me for a long time."

Nietzsche squeezed Han Sen's chin with his backhand:

"Han Sen, the thing I, Nietzsche, don't regret the most in my life is trapping you by my side."

"Han Sen, come with me to meet my father."

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The mother's already cold body was placed in a coffin.

Mother's beautiful appearance became so strange and so cold.

Surrounded by white flowers sent by guests who came to express their condolences, the mother's hands were placed on her chest by the mortician, and the pair of dark green eyes were gently closed together, never to be opened again.

Nietzsche stood quietly next to his mother's coffin, the mourning guests left one after another, and his mother would be buried soon.

Father Roland held Nietzsche's hand and stood on the side of the coffin.

Until the dead of night.

The servants lined up and stood respectfully on both sides of the hall, waiting for the master's order.

The father suddenly let go of Nietzsche's palm, walked slowly to the side of the mother's coffin, spread his palm and stroked the mother's lifeless cheek.

"Nietzsche,"

Father Roland's voice resounded in the hall.

Nietzsche didn't speak, and his father's face was extremely sad, like the oppressive sky covered by dark clouds.

Roland continued:

"A man shouldn't have feelings, especially a man from our family."

"Love is the root of all pain."

"After your mother is gone, I will feel so lonely."

"You said, how should Dad live?"

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"Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Han, the cemetery is here."

The driver turned his head and looked at Nietzsche and Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded, got out of the car first, went to Nietzsche's side and opened the door, then took Nietzsche's palm and brought him out.

"You wait here for me first."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen and said in a deep voice.

Han Sen nodded, stood beside the car, and did not get back in the car.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen, then turned his head, walked to his father Roland's tomb without expression, quietly looked at Roland's handsome face on the tombstone, stretched out his fingers, and touched the photo of Roland with his fingertips. Then he put down the bouquet he was holding and placed it in front of Roland's grave.

"Father, everything you left to me has been destroyed."

"But I feel like I'm really alive."

"Dad, I'm not lonely at all right now."

Nietzsche slowly made a sign of the cross on his chest, and closed his eyes gently.

Not far away, Han Sen stood tall and straight beside the car, his deep gaze resting on Nietzsche's tall back.

Or maybe, from the first time we met, those dark oriental eyes never left him.

There is no boundary between love and hate.

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