Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

I felt Nietzsche curl up and sink into his arms.

Nietzsche's hair with a faint scent was buried on his neck. Han Sen rested his chin on Nietzsche's head, spread his palms, and slowly comforted Nietzsche's back, as if soothing his little son who was about to fall asleep.

"husband……"

Perhaps because of what Han Sen said, Nietzsche suddenly became happy. Han Sen's oath has completely pleased Nietzsche.

Nietzsche was unwilling to pursue anything that happened before. If Han Sen said so, then this matter must be true. Nietzsche knew that Han Sen never lied to him.

The strange thing is, if you look into it carefully, Nietzsche's most trusted Sen in his life turned out to be Han Sen.

He had never trusted anyone so completely.

He remembered being skeptical all the time.

Nietzsche hugged Han Sen's waist affectionately, and raised a slender leg to wrap around Han Sen's legs.

"Uncle, I'll ask the doctor to clean the wound for you, your hand is still hurting."

Han Sen bowed his head and kissed Nietzsche's cheek, making a gesture to stand up from the bed.

Nietzsche reached out and grabbed Han Sen's wrist, frowning in displeasure,

"Han Sen, I'm really fine."

Han Sen held Nietzsche's palm instead,

"Lutheran, I have been serving you for so many years, don't I know your personality? Lutheran, you are a human being, you are a man of flesh and blood. When a human being is sick, he must see a doctor, otherwise it will be bad for the body. In the future Maybe there will be sequelae.”

Han Sen was like a teacher teaching his students, and he reasoned with Nietzsche sternly.

Nietzsche snorted,

"It's a big deal to die a few years earlier, anyway, I have lived enough."

As soon as Nietzsche said this, Han Sen's face turned dark immediately, and he looked at Nietzsche with displeasure, "Niezsche Lutheran, if I hear such words from you again in the future, I will definitely severely punish you. teach you."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen patted Nietzsche on the head and motioned Nietzsche to lie down.

"I'll call the doctor in, lie down obediently, remember not to say anything you shouldn't say, and be polite." Nietzsche snorted, turned over on the bed, and left his fair back to Han Sen.

"Angry?"

Seeing that Nietzsche ignored him, Han Sen turned back and looked down at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche still didn't speak, Han Sen reached out and pulled him and the end of his hair.

"Don't pull my hair!"

Nietzsche pushed Han Sen's hand away and gave Han Sen a displeased look.

Han Sen raised his eyebrows and smiled,

"Oh? Then what are you going to do, Uncle?"

"I don't want to see a doctor!"

Nietzsche said angrily.

"I am in good health and will get better soon. I don't need to see a doctor at all."

Nietzsche has always been very disgusted, very taboo to see a doctor, do not know why, it is very likely to be born.

Han Sen thought about it silently, bowed his head and said to Nietzsche,

"Lutheran, actually, it's wrong for us to be together, do you know that?"

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche turned his head suddenly and looked at Han Sen with a pale face, "What's wrong?"

"Han Sen, why do you think it's impossible for us to be together? But, we already have a child." Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche, "Lutheran, what's wrong with us is a procedural issue. According to the official According to the saying, we live together like this, called illegal cohabitation, don't you think?"

Nietzsche gave a sigh of relief, living together without legal approval and having sexual relations is indeed called illegal cohabitation.

It's a fact, and he's not the type to twist things on purpose.

"so what?"

Nietzsche raised his arms to cover his eyes, revealing only his pointed chin and bright red lips.

Han Sen reached out and pulled off Nietzsche's small arm that covered his eyes, looked at Nietzsche and said seriously: "Actually, I'm quite troubled. Someone will always use this as an excuse, hoping to take your place by my side."

Han Sen didn't lie. His identity, status, and appearance are here. Even if he has a very dull and incomprehensible personality, there are always people who like Han Sen's type, and are eager and hope to replace Nietzsche next to Han Sen.

Most of these people's excuses are "Mr. Han, as long as you are not married, everything can be changed, and Mr. Nietzsche may not be as suitable for you as you think."

Han Sen probably wouldn't talk nonsense with others because of this kind of private matter, but he still felt very impatient in his heart.

Han Sen is not the kind of man who likes to study too much in his relationship and private life, especially when these relationships and private life do not involve Nietzsche Lutheran.

For Han Sen, this kind of unnecessary entanglement is equivalent to wasting time and life.

But Han Sen's lack of interest doesn't mean that other self-confident people are afraid to be interested.

Nietzsche seemed to be displeased. Although he didn't show it clearly on his face, he secretly vowed in his heart that if he encountered such a person who destroyed other people's families, no matter male or female, Nietzsche would make that person disappear from the world immediately.

Han Sen is his, no one can and does not have this qualification to covet.

Nietzsche was the only one who was worthy of Han Sen from beginning to end.

"Han Sen, speak quickly!"

Nietzsche still looked at Han Sen with an unhappy expression.

Han Sen's slow-talking character actually made Nietzsche very upset.

Han Sen saw Nietzsche's impatience, smiled softly, stretched out his hand to squeeze Nietzsche's chin, turned Nietzsche's face, looked into Nietzsche's eyes and said, "If you promise me to take good care of the doctor every time I get sick, I will give you your legal title, and then I will always be yours alone.

You know, I'm a very conservative person in terms of family, and I won't get divorced even if I get a marriage certificate. "

Nietzsche believed what Han Sen said. Han Sen had never said anything about breaking up with him even if he had not officially registered for marriage with him. Husband, good father.

Nietzsche narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and finally said leisurely:

"I think I can do it, but, I have a request."

"I promise you."

Han Sen said without hesitation.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen,

"But you still don't know what I'm going to ask for."

Han Sen smiled softly and said:

"Lutheran, I will nod if you ask anything."

Nietzsche suddenly put his arms around Han Sen's waist,

"Then I want you not to have sex with me in the future, I want you, Han Sen."

Han Sen touched Nietzsche's head, nodded and said:

"Okay, no problem, uncle, you are actually such a man, I don't think I should force you to change. Some things, wishful thinking probably won't have good results."

Han Sen was finally relieved.

Since Nietzsche wants it, give it to him yourself. Anyway, it belongs to him.

Nietzsche Lutheran has such an extreme personality, he should be more obedient.

After so many years, didn't I already see through it.

Han Sen patted Nietzsche's face,

"Let go, I'll go out for a while."

"Oh."

Nietzsche let go of his hand and looked at Han Sen with blinking eyes. His spirit suddenly improved a lot, with a faint joy that was rarely seen in normal times.

When Han Sen came out of the bedroom door, the doctor had been waiting in the hall for a long time, and there were servants waiting beside him.

"How's it going?"

The doctor saw Han Sen coming down from the second floor, and looked at Han Sen worriedly.

In his impression, Nietzsche had an extreme personality, arrogant and surly, and was very difficult to get along with. Han Sen must have been tortured by him from time to time.

But Han Sen's complaints, he has never heard of it, no matter what the situation is, as long as he receives a call from Nietzsche, Han Sen will definitely go to appease Nietzsche first, and deal with anything related to Nietzsche.

It's not easy being that man's partner, the doctor thought silently.

Han Sen glanced at the doctor: "He's fine."

"Then, Mr. Han, can I go upstairs and treat the wound on Mr. Nietzsche's hand?"

After speaking, the doctor stood up and made a gesture to go upstairs to the master bedroom of Han Sen and Nietzsche.

Han Sen waved his hand and stopped the doctor:

"Doctor, it's getting late now. You can stay here to rest tonight. A servant will prepare a supper for you later. Give me the medical kit."

The doctor saw that Han Sen seemed to be planning to do it himself, so he didn't say anything, and obediently handed over the medical kit beside him to Han Sen.

According to Han Sen's arrangement, the housekeeper went to prepare a room for the doctor to rest tonight.

"Doctor, please come with me."

The butler motioned for the doctor to go with him.

The doctor nodded and followed the housekeeper to the guest room on the first floor.

Han Sen politely watched the doctor walk towards the guest room, and then led the medical box up to the second floor.

"Lutheran."

When he walked to the door of the bedroom, Han Sen called Nietzsche's name in a low voice.

Nietzsche hummed in boredom, indicating that he heard it.

Turning his head and seeing Han Sen walking in with a medical kit, Nietzsche smiled silently: "What kind of doctor is this, such a big shelf, if you ask Han Sen to fetch things for him, are his hands useless? "

When Nietzsche said these words, although his tone was leisurely, there was a vicious look in the soft eyes that looked at Han Sen.

In the past, when Nietzsche himself was still in charge of the Lutheran family, the people under him always obeyed him. As long as he said something, no one dared to disobey him.

Now he is the head mother of the Han Sen family. A small family doctor asked his husband Han Sen to fetch things for him. It seems that those hands should be chopped off.

Seeing Nietzsche's expression, Han Sen knew what Nietzsche was thinking. Han Sen smiled helplessly, "Doctor, I have told him to leave first, and I plan to give you the medicine and injections myself."

Nietzsche trembled all over. Han Sen knew that he was afraid of needles, so he put down the medical kit in his hand and said softly, "Uncle, you are worried about the doctor, shouldn't you be worried about me?"

Nietzsche didn't say a word, and the fear needle is the fear needle, not the question of being at ease or not, which are two different things.

Whether Han Sen can make Nietzsche willing to overcome this psychological obstacle is the main question.

Han Sen knew that he was acquiescing.

Han Sen was slightly surprised.

Over the years, Han Sen has never seen Nietzsche hung up or given an injection, not even once.

Even if he had a fever that would burn his head, Nietzsche was determined not to get injections or hang water, at most he would take medicine.

But he asked to do it himself, and Nietzsche acquiesced in this way.

Although Nietzsche had been injected with cocaine before, it was under his own compulsion. Nietzsche was acting brave in front of him at that time, so naturally he would not show much panic.

Han Sen walked quickly to Nietzsche, put down the medical kit in his hand, and sat by the bed.

"Uncle, give me your hand."

Nietzsche handed his injured palm to Han Sen.

Han Sen first wanted to take off the ring on Nietzsche's middle finger. Nietzsche curled up his finger reflexively, as if he was nervous that Han Sen touched his ring.

"I'll only buy a ring for you alone, Lutheran."

Han Sen said comfortingly.

Nietzsche hummed, and finally opened his palm to Han Sen. Han Sen slowly took off the ring on Nietzsche's finger, then turned around and put it on the cabinet next to the bed.

Han Sen gently held Nietzsche's palm and looked at Nietzsche's palm. The delicate skin of Nietzsche's palm had been scarred by the rose's thorns, and the flesh and blood had been opened in some places.

But this man didn't feel the same, as if these hands were not his own, allowing things from the outside world to hurt him.It's all about it.

Han Sen really didn't expect the elegant and beautiful roses to be so lethal. Frowning in frustration, Han Sen picked up a cotton ball and dipped it in disinfectant, and cleaned Nietzsche's palm little by little, "I want Pull out all those damn roses, Lutheran, I know you don't like flowers, from now on, there will be no such thing as a garden in our house, if Han Xiu needs to collect wind for painting in the future, let people Take it out to gather wind."

Han Sen carefully cleaned the wound on Nietzsche's palm. Nietzsche nodded in satisfaction with Han Sen's proposal, "Not just roses, I don't want to see all flowers."

"Don't worry, there won't be a single blade of grass left,"

Han Sen picked up the bandage smeared with medicine and wrapped Nietzsche's palm.

"Lutheran, if you don't like something, I will make that thing never appear at home again, but if this happens again in the future, I will chop off your hand, do you believe it?"

Nietzsche treated himself so extremely that even Han Sen, who has a good temper, finally lost his temper now.

"Do not believe."

Nietzsche snorted and handed the other hand to Han Sen.

Han Sen handled Nietzsche's other hand carefully, and then said in a deep voice, "Nietzsche Lutheran, listen to me, I will do what I say,"

Han Sen pulled Nietzsche's arm to make Nietzsche sit up from the bed, soaked a towel in hot water, and then wrung it dry, "If you dare to do such a thing again, I will definitely chop off your hand , and then made a specimen and placed it in the bedroom for you to see once a day, as a warning to you... However, even if you don't have your hands, I will still want you."

Han Sen said these words calmly while working on his hands.

Nietzsche blushed suddenly when the words sounded creepy to outsiders, but for a short time, even Han Sen had never seen such an expression.

"Okay, stand up, you have wounds all over your body now, you can't take a bath, I'll wipe it for you, then put on your pajamas and go to bed."

What is Han Sen's status now? In his daily life, he hasn't done anything like this himself for many years, but when serving Nietzsche, he is still very handy. He does everything naturally and doesn't feel awkward.

Nietzsche stood up obediently, raised his arms, and straightened his hands, so that Han Sen could carefully wipe his body. The dark color seemed to be a natural thing.

Han Sen took a black scrunchie from the bed and tied Nietzsche's hair into a ponytail. Nietzsche looked at his hairstyle in the mirror, turned his head left and right, and said in displeasure : "It's disgusting, it looks like a woman."

Han Sen followed Nietzsche's line of sight to look at Nietzsche's face in the mirror,

"Disgusting? I think it's pretty. Your face looks good, and you won't be ugly with any hairstyle."

Nietzsche thought about it:

"Will it look good if I shave my head bald?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche speechlessly,

"Lutheran, what are you going to prove? You are three or 40 years old. Are you still worried that I, a junior, will lie to you?"

Nietzsche snorted and raised his finger to poke Han Sen.

Han Sen looked at the wounds on Nietzsche's body. Those wounds seemed to be quite old. Some wounds, especially the wounds on his wrists, had even scabbed over, as if they had been injured by some blunt instrument.

Han Sen never suspected that someone else left these wounds on Nietzsche's body, because Han Sen knew that in Nietzsche's world, no one could hurt him except Han Sen and Nietzsche himself. a cent.

Since I have never hurt Nietzsche in this way, only Nietzsche himself would do such a thing to his own body.

Han Sen couldn't express the heartache and anger. Even if Nietzsche teased him happily, Han Sen's mood would not be better because of this.

Carefully avoiding Nietzsche's injuries, Han Sen carefully wiped Nietzsche's entire body, then put away the cotton pajamas that he had planned for Nietzsche to wear, and put them back neatly into the closet, and then took out a satin nightgown, "Hurry up, raise your hand,"

Han Sen signaled Nietzsche to raise his arms, put the nightgown on Nietzsche with a sullen face, and finally tied the belt of the nightgown.

A satin dressing gown probably wouldn't weigh on Nietzsche's skin, and it wouldn't make Nietzsche feel pain in his sleep.

Han Sen took the basin down, put it in the bathroom, and returned with a basin of hot water, "Raise your feet."

Han Sen picked up Nietzsche's feet, tore off the socks on Nietzsche's feet and threw them on the floor. He put Nietzsche's white feet in hot water, put his hands in, washed them carefully, and wiped them with a towel. wipe clean.

Nietzsche raised his legs and lay comfortably on the bed. It was the most comfortable when Han Sen served him, Nietzsche thought silently.

Han Sen poured out Nietzsche's footwashing water, returned to Nietzsche after a simple shower in the bathroom, took a bottle of body lotion from the dressing table, poured it on the palm of his hand, and smeared some of Nietzsche's Face and neck, just lying on the bed.

"Nietzsche Lutheran, come here."

Han Sen patted the position beside him.

Nietzsche leaned over quickly, raised his arms around Han Sen's neck happily, and pressed his face against Han Sen's chest.

Han Sen's arms really only belonged to him.

Han Sen reached out and pinched Nietzsche's hair roots, gently took off the hair tie on Nietzsche's head, put it beside the bed, then brushed Nietzsche's hair, pinched Nietzsche's chin, and said with a serious expression: "Nietzsche. Lutheran, I'm in a bad mood right now."

Nietzsche blinked.

"I know. You have been with me for so many years, how could I not know when you are in a good mood and when you are in a bad mood. "

Han Sen sighed,

"Then you know why."

Nietzsche smiled charmingly:

"Of course it's because of me."

Han Sen suddenly reached out and squeezed Nietzsche's chin. He pressed his fingers hard, then raised his palm and patted Nietzsche's face a few times, "Lutheran, I really want to kill you."

Han Sen gritted his teeth and said.

It's not that Han Sen has never beaten Nietzsche before, and he was very ruthless and merciless.

"Um……"

Nietzsche, who was slapped on the face by Han Sen, snorted a few times, ignoring Han Sen's anger, and looked very comfortable. Han Sen lowered his eyelids slightly, and his eyes fell directly on Nietzsche's face.

Although Nietzsche was in a good mood, he was lying softly on his chest at the moment, with a weary expression. It was obvious that he was not feeling well, and his body temperature was also rising...

"Okay, Lutheran, I won't argue with you about this matter first, and I will settle accounts with you slowly later."

Han Sen held Nietzsche's arm, let the man get off his body, then got out of bed, walked to the front of the medical box, opened the box, and took out the syringe and medicine.

"Han Sen..."

Nietzsche endured his dizzy head and chased Han Sen with his eyes, but when he turned around, he saw Han Sen standing by the bed, holding an unopened plastic bag wrapped in a bag. Sex syringe.

Han Sen lowered his head and found the leather tube for the injection in the medical box with a serious expression, even more serious than the doctors on TV.

Nietzsche looked palely at Han Sen and the needle in Han Sen's hand.

Han Sen turned his head expressionlessly,

"Lutheran, get an injection first, and I will accompany you to sleep well in a while, sweat a little tonight, and the high fever will subside tomorrow."

Although Nietzsche was afraid of injections, he still meant what he said. If he had promised Han Sen before, Nietzsche would definitely do what he said.

In fact, Nietzsche's credibility is quite high.

So Nietzsche nodded, and buried his face down in the pillow, with an expression of letting Han Sen slaughter him.

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled silently, looked at Nietzsche's body, finally put down the leather tube in his hand, took a cotton ball and dipped it in some disinfectant, walked to the bed, and stretched out his hand to remove Nietzsche's nightgown , reached out and pulled Nietzsche's underpants down to his knees.

Nietzsche's muscles tensed up.

Han Sen stretched out his palm and pinched Nietzsche's butt, then bent down and kissed it: "Hey, don't be nervous, it will pass soon."

Nietzsche's face was still buried in the pillow, he gave a muffled hum, and then tried to relax his body.

Han Sen seemed to be encouraging Nietzsche, and then lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's ass.

Han Sen wiped Nietzsche's butt with a cotton ball to disinfect the small piece of skin that will be injected with the medicine later.

"Why haven't you had an injection yet?"

Nietzsche asked suddenly, probably because of nervousness, first of all he felt wet and cool on his buttocks.

While picking up the prepared syringe, Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's white butt and said blankly, "We'll have to wait a while, don't worry."

Then he poked the syringe into Nietzsche's ass without hesitation.

"Han Sen!"

Nietzsche roared angrily, because Han Sen was clearly deceiving him.

Before he could react, Han Sen had already stuck the needle in.

Han Sen slowly pushed the medicine into Nietzsche's skin, and said in a neutral tone, "Nietzsche, if I tell you before injecting the medicine, you will be scared."

Then, Han Sen quickly pulled out the needle tube, picked up the sterilized cotton ball and pressed it on the needle hole for a while, then threw the needle tube and the used cotton ball into the trash can.

"Okay, doesn't it hurt at all?"

Han Sen lifted Nietzsche's underpants up from his knees, Nietzsche raised his waist, and Han Sen smoothly lifted up his underpants, covering Nietzsche's buttocks.

Probably because since he gained autonomy, Nietzsche has never had an injection in his life, nor has he been injected with anything other than cocaine.

In the past, Han Sen was forced to inject cocaine, but now he is willing to do so, and the drug soon started to work, and Nietzsche suddenly began to feel drowsy.

Han Sen took off his pajamas, lay down beside Nietzsche in his underwear, stretched out his arms, gently lifted Nietzsche's head with the palm of his hand, then passed his arms through Nietzsche's neck, and hugged Nietzsche in his arms In the crook of his arm, the other hand lifted the bangs that covered Nietzsche's eyebrows, and looked carefully at Nietzsche's cheek.

At this moment, Nietzsche's cheeks were flushed, his forehead was wet with sweat, his whole body was hot, and it was so hot that his body began to sweat sticky.

Han Sen didn't feel uncomfortable either, but felt that Nietzsche was in a daze, and his palms were still caressing his lower body dishonestly. Probably since they shared the same bed, Nietzsche had developed such a habit for a long time, even if he was sleeping Drowsily asleep, but still thinking about doing such an obscene action.

Han Sen didn't take Nietzsche's fingers away, and let him molested his body. In fact, sometimes, just looking at Nietzsche, Han Sen didn't feel like doing it. Generally speaking, Han Sen was never a desire type of man.As long as he doesn't want to, he can bear it.

"Han Sen, I find it very strange."

Nietzsche closed his eyes. On his pale cheeks, his expression was forceful and intense. This man's expression never seemed bright and warm.

Han Sen raised his eyebrows,

"What's weird."

"Strange tonight."

Nietzsche's face rubbed against Han Sen's young body with a familiar aura, as if to make sure that he was really sleeping in Han Sen's arms, but he still kept his palms in Han Sen's underwear. Playing with his bottom repeatedly, a feeling of self-satisfaction.

"This is the first time I slept with you and didn't want to have sex with you."

Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's face,

"Oh? That's because you're sick."

Nietzsche shook his head,

"Even if you were sick before, I wouldn't let you go."

Han Sen smiled softly, "Really."

Then, Han Sen stretched out his arm and turned off the light by the bed in the bedroom.

After a while, Nietzsche fell asleep in Han Sen's arms.