Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Feng Bai was taken aback, then looked at Han Sen and said:

"Han Sen, do you want to be oppressed and abused by him forever?"

Feng Bai looked straight at Han Sen's calm face, hoping to find a trace of expression on it.

Suddenly, Han Sen pulled up his thin lips and smiled silently. His expression was unusually evil, but his eyes were still looking at his left hand and said: "Everything he did to me, I Han Sen They will all be returned in full. Even, pay a greater price."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen smiled happily.

Feng Bai suddenly realized that he didn't know Han Sen at all.

Why did he say he was Nietzsche before?Lutheran's belongings, and now he said that he would return them to him in full? !

Why did Han Sen speak so hard that he couldn't understand?

"Okay, you should go back to sleep."

Han Sen raised his wrist to check the time, then invited Feng Bai out.

Even though Feng Bai was unwilling, he still obediently went out in the end.

Standing outside Han Sen's door, Feng Bai turned his head and stared fiercely at Nietzsche's door.

I thought to myself, since Han Sen can accept you, as long as he is sincere, then Han Sen will definitely accept himself!

Thinking of this, the crime and cruel mental abuse he suffered under Nietzsche seemed to be forgotten by him again, and now only Han Sen's point of view of accepting men is left in Feng Bai's mind, and he immediately turned happily to his cell.

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Han Sen sat quietly on the sofa for a long time, looked at his left hand expressionlessly, and then licked his lips.

Tonight, just after Feng Bai went out, Nietzsche kissed his mouth for the first time in more than four years, and bit his own lips in an extremely rude manner. Nietzsche held his black hair in his hand, and when he opened his eyes , the man's red lips were already kissed, with the smell of cigarettes that Han Sen was familiar with, the smell was very light, but Han Sen could feel it immediately.

Until now, Han Sen still felt a slight tingling in the corner of his mouth.

After sitting quietly for a while, Han Sen raised his wrist, looked at the time, then stood up, picked up the handkerchief that Nietzsche had thrown here before, put it in his coat pocket, and put the quilt stained with his own blood Ripped it off, threw it in the bathroom, and put on new sheets and bedding.

After finishing his work, Han Sen turned off the lights, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes quietly.

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Remember, as long as Nietzsche.Lutheran didn't get tired of playing with my body, so I belonged to him forever.

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The next morning, Han Sen went to the prison cafeteria to get Nietzsche's breakfast as usual, and then came back to clean the room, boil hot water, and make tea. He didn't stop seeing Nietzsche because his left hand was injured.Lutheran.

What I should do is still to be done. Besides, Han Sen is used to doing these things. When he is suddenly free, Han Sen really doesn't know what to do.

Nietzsche seemed to be a little displeased with what happened last night, but Han Sen's well-behaved attitude made him very satisfied. Nietzsche always liked people who knew good from bad and knew the rules.

Nietzsche was sitting on his own sofa, his long legs were habitually bare, and he stepped on the carpet on the edge of the sofa without socks on his feet, with a cigarette in his hand, and the pale white smoke slowly flowed from the flickering sparks of the cigarette. It floated up, and the room was filled with the faint aroma of cigarettes.

The cleaning work had been done before Nietzsche got up, and it had been like this for many years. Basically, when Nietzsche got up, Han Sen was boiling water for tea.

At this moment, Han Sen was holding the kettle in his right hand and making tea. The precious tea leaves from China were rolled back and forth in the glass cup several times under the impact of hot water.

"Let's have some tea first."

After Han Sen brewed the tea and let it boil slightly, he used his uninjured right hand to bring the tea to the tea table beside Nietzsche, while his injured left hand couldn't do anything, so he could only play a role in helping.

"Ah."

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice, indicating that he heard it, and put out the cigarette on his hand in the ashtray, and took a sip of hot tea.

"I'll help you put on your socks."

Han Sen said in a deep voice, then sat down, put Nietzsche's non-socked feet on his lap, and put black socks on him.

Looking at Han Sen who was wearing a sock with a bandage on his left hand, Nietzsche pulled his lips, reached out to touch Han Sen's face and broken hair, and looked straight at Han Sen's tall nose bridge and straight temples. Sword eyebrows, and thick black eyelashes, "Does your left hand still hurt?"

Nietzsche said in a low voice.

Han Sen raised his head and smiled at Nietzsche,

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Nietzsche nodded, took a sip from his cup, seemed to remember what happened last night, his face turned cold again, and said sullenly: "Don't blame me, this time it's your fault, and that kind of thing is not allowed to happen again in the future." It happened, don't try to betray me."

Han Sen nodded, lifted Nietzsche's socks to his ankles, looked up at Nietzsche and said, "Mr. Nietzsche, I have nothing to do with anyone except you."

Nietzsche nodded in satisfaction, smiled happily, then stretched out his slender fingers, and stroked Han Sen's face slowly a few times, "You are mature, child, four years ago, the first time I saw Han Sen When it came to you, you were still a boy."

Han Sen didn't say a word, just looked straight at Nietzsche's face.

Nietzsche pressed Han Sen's head violently, and his red lips moved closer.

Han Sen opened his mouth quickly, kissed Nietzsche, put his hands on Nietzsche's waist, and let the male elder who was much older than him kiss him fiercely, and the familiar smell of tobacco wafted into his mouth.

[Nietzsche.Lutheran.

It was you who broke me.

It was you who made me a man. ——Han Sen]

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Feng Bai only knew that Han Sen had always been by Nietzsche's side, but he didn't know the relationship between the two.

Therefore, when Feng Bai saw that Han Sen, who had injured his left hand, had nothing to do with Nietzsche the next day.When Lu Delan came out of the prison building to the playground, Feng Bai, who was standing on the edge of the playground smoking a cigarette, was taken aback.

The two had a fierce fight last night, but when they showed up today, Han Sen followed Nietzsche respectfully, and Nietzsche led Hansen out with no expression.

Behind them was a group of white Italians. After Nietzsche sat down on the bench in the playground, the group of Italians leaned on the barbed wire behind Nietzsche to smoke, and Han Sen sat beside Nietzsche.

The two of them just sat there without saying anything, and their every move seemed surprisingly tacit to outsiders.

With one hand in the pocket of his trousers, Feng Bai was leaning against the barbed wire, with a peaked cap on his head, and a cigarette in his other hand. He took a sharp puff, and then looked straight at Han Mori.

Feng Bai felt that the bandage on Han Sen's left hand was particularly eye-catching. Nietzsche had hurt Han Sen, so why did Han Sen obediently stay by Nietzsche's side?

Feng Bai felt that Han Sen must have been threatened by Nietzsche, and Feng Bai immediately hated Nietzsche.Lu Delan, a perverted old man, also felt that this man was very scary.

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It didn't take long for Han Sen's wound to heal. Because the blade that Nietzsche inserted into Han Sen's palm was very thin, the injury on Han Sen's left hand was not as serious as imagined. However, when the bandage was just removed, Han Sen It is still not convenient to move the palm of my hand.

After removing the bandage, about half a month later, the doctor said that Han Sen's left hand could touch the water when he took a bath, but he couldn't soak it in the water for a long time.

So, Han Sen doesn't need to be so careful when taking a shower now.

It's winter now, and Han Sen has been taking a bath in the bathroom in Area B (the Caucasian area). The main reason is that the bathroom in Area B has separate compartments, and each compartment has a door, while A, C, and D are A very empty bathroom with no cubicles, only shower heads side by side.

"Good evening, Han Sen!"

"Good evening, Han Sen!"

Han Sen was standing in the dressing room taking off his clothes. Several men who were familiar with him greeted him. Han Sen also nodded politely to those people, "Good evening, everyone."

After speaking, Han Sen quickly took off his clothes, took the toiletries, and went into the cubicle to take a shower.

Han Sen had just walked into the cubicle, and before the door was closed, the thin young master Feng Bai squeezed in before Han Sen closed the door.

Standing in the cubicle, Feng Bai looked straight at Han Sen's perfectly slender body, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"What are you doing here?"

Han Sen saw that it was Feng Bai who pushed the door open and squeezed in. He glanced at Feng Bai lightly, then raised his hand and turned on the shower above his head, letting the hot water wash over his body.

Feng Bai stared straight at the steaming and gentle water flowing over Han Sen's slender and tight body, then swallowed sharply, but he was afraid that Han Sen would be displeased, Then he smiled and said, "Let's take a bath together, and see if your wound is better by the way? I'm not worried about you~"

Han Sen nodded,

"Thank you for your concern. I'm almost fine. You can go take a bath."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen signaled Feng Bai to go out.

Looking at Han Sen's tough and sexy body, Feng Bai felt hot all over, and just wanted to rub his body into Han Sen's arms.

So, with a blushing face, Feng Bai gently leaned his body against Han Sen, turned his head, blinked at Han Sen, and shouted in a sticky voice, "Han Sen... ..."

In the steaming heat, Han Sen looked at Feng Bai with a condensed expression, and said in a deep voice:

"Feng Bai, I don't like men, I've said it many times."

Feng Bai bit his lower lip slightly, twisted his waist and turned around, stretched out his white arms, and slowly hugged Han Sen's thin waist, a slender and slender leg like a girl stuck to Han Sen's thigh, slowly Rubbing slowly, she said sweetly: "Han Sen~ I really like you, in fact, since puberty, I have always suspected that I like men~ After meeting you, I am even more sure that I like men~Han Sen , can you hug me? Don't worry about what I will do... Actually, as long as you are gay, you like to be fucked in your bones. I won't touch you, but I hope you touch me... um..."' Before Feng Bai's coy and ambiguous sweet talk was finished, Han Sen suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Feng Bai's neck, pressing him against the wall of the cubicle with one arm, interrupting what he was about to say, with a cold expression on his face He said: "Feng Bai, as I said before Nietzsche, at this moment, in this place, I will never touch anyone except his body.

I, Han Sen, have never been interested in men.If you insist on doing something with me, then I have no choice but to kill you now, lest any unpleasant things happen in the future and tarnish our brotherhood over the years in vain. "

In Han Sen's heart, he really regarded Feng Bai as his brother.

Han Sen himself had no interest in men, and now Feng Bai, whom he regarded as his brother, had unreasonable thoughts about him, and an inexplicable anger struck from the bottom of Han Sen's heart.

If Feng Bai really wanted to climb into his bed, then the brotherhood of these years would really be tarnished.

After finishing speaking, Han Sen pinched Feng Bai's slender and delicate neck's wrist slowly and hard, his face expressionless and frightening.

Feeling suffocated and sad, Feng Bai could only keep struggling, but couldn't speak, because of some suffocation, Feng Bai's delicate cheeks began to look paler and paler.

Then, Han Sen said word by word:

"I don't care if you are gay or not. If you don't mention it in the future, you will always be my Han Sen's brother. So, are you going to sleep with me or be my brother?"

Feng Bai has never seen such a terrifying side of Han Sen. His arms are very powerful and full of strength. It seems that he can easily twist his neck and tear his body to pieces.

At this moment, Han Sen's face is also terrifying.This time, Feng Bai really realized that he had really offended Han Sen's Ni Lin, and that Han Sen might really kill him.

After all, it has been like this for several years. As long as he seduces him intentionally or unintentionally, Han Sen will be very unhappy because of it.

It's not prudence, it's genuine displeasure.

But Han Sen also pretended not to know anything because he took care of his own thoughts. Generally speaking, Han Sen was very considerate to himself.

In Nietzsche.The same-sex experience gained from Lutheran has already made Han Sen suffer a lot, and he wants to taste Han Sen's body so hard and softly, which will definitely offend him, but at this moment, Han Sen is still giving himself a step down...

If other men seduce Han Sen like this, Han Sen must have killed him mercilessly.After all, he has never been an emotional person.

Feng Bai suddenly understood that what he got from Han Sen was much, much more than others...

"answer me."

Finding that Feng Bai could barely breathe, Han Sen slowly let go of his hand, allowing Feng Bai to talk.

Feng Bai hurriedly said:

"Brother! Let's be brothers! I swear I will never do this again! I will never do such stupid things again! Han Sen!"

Han Sen nodded in satisfaction, let go of his hand, and continued to take a shower.

Feng Bai supported his knees, coughed a few times, then took a few breaths, then his eyes turned red, he sucked his nose, stood up straight, looked straight at Han Sen and said: "Han Sen, after you Will you ignore me~ Are we still friends~"

Feng Bai knew that Han Sen was not the kind of man who could finally accept himself as long as he persisted. As long as it was something Han Sen didn't want, no matter what, no matter what the situation, he would not want it, nor would he be tempted.

Nietzsche with absolute background.When Lutheran controlled Han Sen, he actually spent a lot of effort. He almost threatened Han Sen's life to force Han Sen to submit obediently, forcing him to lie obediently on the bed, and then from him Forbidden pleasures from young bodies.

At that time, Han Sen was only [-] years old - a big boy who hadn't completely finished puberty.

At this moment, Han Sen has not only grown up, but also is not what he used to be.

No one can be like Nietzsche.Lutheran also controlled Han Sen, because, in the world, there is no second Nietzsche.Lutheran, and Han Sen's ignorant adolescence will never come back.

If Nietzsche.Lutheran met the current Han Sen at this moment, and the ending of the matter may be different.

Feng Bai thought dejectedly, maybe what Hong Jian said before was right, a man like Han Sen is not worthy of him, and he is not something he can provoke. This kind of dirty thoughts should be buried in the bottom of his heart. , into the coffin.

This time, Feng Bai saw this fact clearly.

He is not that powerful and perverted old man, and Han Sen is no longer the fragile [-]-year-old boys.

But even so, Feng Bai still hopes that he can be friends with Han Sen, not even friends.

So, with red eyes, he looked at Han Sen pitifully.

Han Sen looked straight at Feng Bai, smiled silently, and said with a serious face: "Feng Bai, you are my brother for a day, and you will always be my brother."

Feng Bai laughed out loud, then wrinkled his nose,

"I know~huh~"

After finishing speaking, Feng Bai turned around and pushed open the door of the compartment and walked out. The moment he turned around, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Since then, Feng Bai has never been like this again, thinking about climbing into Han Sen's bed, putting all his feelings in his heart.