Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Because Han Xiu insisted that Nietzsche sleep with him, although Han Sen was very reluctant to stay with Nietzsche, but now it seems that there is no other way, so Nietzsche simply washed up and lay down on the bed , sleeping beside Han Xiu.

"Mom, hug!"

Han Xiu kept his eyes open, looking forward to seeing Nietzsche in his nightgown sleeping beside him.

Under the light, Han Xiu's eyes were shining brightly, with a child's unique purity and transparency, without any impurities.

"Good night."

Nietzsche whispered, then stretched out his hand to brush his hair, hung the strands of hair hanging on his cheeks behind his ears, lowered his head, and kissed Han Xiu's cheek.

Han Sen sat by the bed, watching Nietzsche looking directly at the child, the man's long eyelashes trembling slightly in the light, everything suddenly became unusual.

Nietzsche raised his head and looked at Han Sen. There was no expression on his extremely beautiful face, but his expression was much calmer than before. "Sen, give Han Xiu a goodnight kiss."

Han Xiu turned his head to look at Han Sen, and shouted in a low voice,

"dad……"

After finishing speaking, Han Xiu moved his small face closer.

Han Sen bent down and kissed Han Xiu on the cheek,

"Good night, baby."

Han Sen said in a deep voice.

Han Xiu blinked, giggled, and said softly:

"Dad, Mom wants too."

Hearing what Han Xiu said, Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen, but did not speak, his red lips were tightly pressed together.

Han Sen pulled his lips silently, reached out and stroked Han Xiu's forehead,

"Mom is an adult and doesn't need a goodnight kiss."

"Oh."

Han Xiu nodded half-understanding, then leaned towards Nietzsche.

Nietzsche lay down and opened his arms, Han Xiu rested his head on Nietzsche's arms, his small body curled up slightly, and was buried in Nietzsche's arms.

The faint body fragrance of Nietzsche made Han Xiu feel very comfortable, and he almost fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Good night."

Nietzsche raised his head and said good night to Han Sen. Han Sen gave Nietzsche a cold look, but without speaking, he reached out to turn off the light, and then closed his eyes.

After a while, Han Xiu in his arms let out a well-proportioned and long breathing sound.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom have not been pulled up, and snowflakes are still falling outside, and the silver-white snow light comes in from the window, illuminating everything in the bedroom.

Nietzsche turned his head and saw Han Sen's thin and handsome profile, and Han Sen's eyebrows after closing his eyes. It didn't look as cold as usual, but a lot gentler.

In fact, if Han Sen could live a normal life instead of going to prison or meeting Nietzsche, Han Sen must be a good young man who is "gentle, respectful and thrifty" by now.

The current Han Sen feels different from what he used to look like before. He seems to be very far away, and his eyes and breath have become more restrained and silent.

Nietzsche raised his hand, his fingertips touched Han Sen's face coldly, and slowly stroked down Han Sen's eyebrows.

As soon as Nietzsche's hand touched Han Sen, Han Sen suddenly opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't touch, who is Han Xiu here?"

Nietzsche pulled his lips, smiled silently, suddenly lifted the quilt, gently hugged Han Xiu and stood up.

"What are you going to do?"

Han Sen sat up and looked at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche looked directly at Han Sen,

"Some things are really not good for children to see."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche coldly, raised his finger and brushed his hair, "You think too much, I'm not interested in you now, don't wake Han Xiu up."

Nietzsche looked at the ring Han Sen was wearing on his finger. The elegant and simple ring shone with a textured luster under the light. It must have been taken care of by the owner so that it was still so bright, "Han Xiu slept in the In my arms, there will be no problem."

Han Sen seemed to realize that Nietzsche was looking at the ring on his finger, retracted his hand under the quilt, and looked at Nietzsche blankly.

Nietzsche carried Han Xiu out of the bedroom, put him in the baby room that Feng Bai specially cleaned up in the afternoon, then bent down and kissed him gently on the forehead, covered him with a small quilt, and turned towards Han Sen's bedroom walked over.

Nietzsche walked into Han Sen's bedroom, stood by the door, took off his clothes, and walked towards Han Sen's side.

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and then turned away from looking at Nietzsche's body.

Nietzsche smiled softly, walked up to Han Sen, sat down by the bed, and opened his arms to wrap around Han Sen's neck, Han Sen frowned, and pushed Nietzsche away in displeasure, "Go away. "

Han Sen's arm was very strong, and with just a slight push, Nietzsche was pushed off the bed.

Nietzsche took a few steps back, stood by the bed, and looked directly at Han Sen.

Nietzsche, who Han Sen didn't even look at, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and was about to sleep.

"Are you used to sleeping alone?"

Nietzsche walked to the bed again and sat beside Han Sen. His bright red hair was scattered on both sides of his shoulders, forming a stark contrast with his fair skin.

Sensing the approach of Nietzsche's breath, Han Sen didn't open his eyes, but said without a tone: "I'm used to it."

Nietzsche reached out and touched Han Sen's lips with his slender fingertips.

Han Sen with his eyes closed made an impatient expression,

"Lutheran, stop."

Nietzsche lowered his head and kissed Han Sen's lips. His soft hair fell on both sides of Han Sen's cheeks, which was cold.

As soon as Nietzsche kissed him, Han Sen immediately opened his eyes, looked at Nietzsche coldly, and stretched out his hand to push Nietzsche away.

Nietzsche quickly lifted the quilt, laid his white and soft body on Han Sen's body, and began to kiss Han Sen's neck, ears and shoulder blades. His slender legs kept stroking Han Sen's outer thighs and a certain area below. parts.

"No one has called me by my last name for a long time. I almost forgot that I am a man from the Lutheran family."

Han Sen scolded Nietzsche seriously:

"Lutheran, please respect yourself!"

Nietzsche raised his head, hugged Han Sen's neck tightly with both arms, and said to Han Sen, "I want you, Han Sen."

"But I don't want you."

Han Sen raised his hand to push Nietzsche away.

Nietzsche surprisingly clung to Han Sen's body and did not let go.

"You told Han Xiu that I am the most beautiful person in the world."

Nietzsche began to remind Han Sen of what he had said,

Han Sen sneered:

"Yes, but that's all in the past. If it were me now, I would never say such stupid things."

Nietzsche still looked directly at Han Sen, his dark green eyes focused on Han Sen's face, Han Sen's young and handsome face: "I remember you have always liked my body, all these years, you can Have always had fun with this body."

Nietzsche grabbed Han Sen's fingers and put them on his waist and buttocks.

Han Sen withdrew his hand:

"Lutheran, that was forced. When I was with you for the first time, I was just an adult, and I could only do that."

Nietzsche pursed his lips,

"At least I have a good face, don't I?"

"So what, your face is beautiful, it's an objective fact, but your body is very, very dirty, dirty makes me feel terrible."

As Han Sen spoke, he recalled the scenes he had seen, with a look of disgust on his face.

Han Sen took a deep breath, then said to Nietzsche:

"Go down."

Nietzsche shook his head.

"Han Sen, only you have entered my body."

"So what, Lutheran, what did you do with others, what did I do with you, is there any difference between these, you are not a woman, and you can't get pregnant, you are a man, no matter what form, as long as you Having a relationship with someone other than me is something that has actually happened and cannot be erased."

"Lutheran, think about how you treated me before, and what you did yourself."

"Lutheran, thank you for protecting me from others in those years, but now I don't want to entangle with you anymore."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche's body visibly trembled, his complexion sank, and he stretched out his hand to push away Han Sen's bangs. Nietzsche looked at the tattooed name on Han Sen's forehead with his own hands, and his tone was displeased. Said: "Han Sen, you have my name printed on your forehead, I am the only one who left your mark on you, this is my ownership."

"ownership?"

Han Sen snorted coldly,

"That was me in the past. I had to sacrifice something to seek your protection, but mine is different now, Lutheran. Whatever happened before is already in the past. If I surrendered to you, It must not be willing, it was forced by you."

Looking at Han Sen's decisive face, Ni frowned. He couldn't make any more expressions. He slid off Han Sen's body and lay on Han Sen's side, his arms tightly hugging him. Holding Han Sen's waist and leaning his head on Han Sen's chest, he said in a deep voice: "Han Sen, you are so young, but you destroyed me again. When I was young, I always felt that in this world, No one can destroy what Nietzsche Lutheran has, and there is absolutely no one who can control me twice."

Nietzsche heard Han Sen's steady heartbeat. While listening to Han Sen's heartbeat, he said something that he couldn't believe: "Han Sen, do you still want me?"

"I don't want to, Nietzsche Lutheran, you will be free in the future."

Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled coldly:

"I thought you were dead. I thought I had killed you with my own hands. I didn't expect you to show up two years later. Did you come here to tell me this?"

Han Sen sat up and looked down at Nietzsche:

"Am I, Han Sen, such a boring person? I just want to destroy everything about you, and tell you clearly, Nietzsche Lutheran, I, Han Sen, will never make the same mistake again."

"Those stupid pasts will come to an end after this period of time."

Han Sen got up and was about to leave. Nietzsche hugged Han Sen from behind, his cheek against Han Sen's back.

Han Sen turned his face and said coldly:

"Let go."

Nietzsche shook his head, walked in front of Han Sen, knelt down, and opened his mouth to cover the bottom.

Han Sen was taken aback, Nietzsche began to suck less skillfully.

Han Sen lowered his head and looked at Nietzsche's serious face, watching Nietzsche's bright red lips back and forth. Han Sen swallowed uncontrollably, reached out and pinched Nietzsche's chin, and stepped back. Looking down at Nietzsche, he said, "Lutheran, are you out of your mind? Someone else did this kind of thing for you before."

Nietzsche didn't answer Han Sen's question, but said in a deep voice,

"Han Sen, you must be alone when I'm not around, right?"

"That's my own business."

Han Sen pushed Nietzsche away violently.

Nietzsche quickly reached out and hugged Han Sen's legs,

"Don't go."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's beautiful face,

"You seem very horny, why, didn't the beautiful boys from Brazil satisfy you?"

Nietzsche raised his head, his long red hair fell softly on his cheeks, shining slightly under the light, "Han Sen, the only one who can satisfy me is you."