Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

After finishing speaking, Han Sen grabbed Nietzsche's hair violently, dragged Nietzsche into the room, and then slammed the door shut.

Feng Bai only heard a bang, and there was no movement inside.

"Let's go."

Feng Bai glanced at the tightly closed door, turned around and left with a group of people under him.

After entering the room, Han Sen pushed Nietzsche onto the bed, turned around and took off his suit jacket, hung it neatly in the closet, leaned the umbrella against the side of the closet, and took the shoes he bought Came out on a shoe rack.

Nietzsche didn't get angry because of Han Sen's disobedience as before. He just sat up straight with a blank expression on his face, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hands to straighten his hair, and said with a cold expression: "Little bastard, back then I should have killed you the first night."

At this moment, Nietzsche really regretted keeping Han Sen alive, and even more regretted keeping him by his side.

Han Sen poured a cup of tea, held it in his hand and took a sip.

Hearing Nietzsche's words, he silently put down the cup in his hand, turned around to look at Nietzsche, stretched out his hand and pulled off the tie around his neck, walked slowly in front of Nietzsche, looked down at the face that was too rich and beautiful for a man, coldly Said: "What to use to kill me, use your ass."

"What a bitch."

Han Sen seldom swears, but at the moment he said this to Nietzsche in a light tone, his hands have already torn Nietzsche's clothes fiercely, ripped off the buttons, and stripped off Nietzsche's expensive shirt. Han Sen stretched out his hand to pull Nietzsche's bright red hair, and looked straight into Nietzsche's dark green eyes, "You let Xia Zuo's scumbag ruin my legs, and then find a man after I'm gone."

"A bitch like you is probably all a man wants."

Han Sen has never been afraid of Nietzsche. He was not afraid of him when he was 18 years old, and he is even less afraid of him now.

He was very obedient before, but that doesn't mean he was afraid.

He could only surrender to Nietzsche when he was young, but now, he can't bear this kind of thing anymore.

Han Sen is not an idiot. Over the years, Nietzsche's almost perverted desire to monopolize Han Sen's body, and the scars left on Han Sen's body, Han Sen always vividly remembers, and he himself has sex with men everywhere. Han Sen was about to gag.

At this moment, Han Sen's status has been determined, and he no longer needs to endure this.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's young face, still expressionless.

Han Sen reached out and touched Nietzsche's face and hair slowly, then pressed Nietzsche hard on the bed, quickly tore off his underpants, separated his slender legs forcefully, and then slammed Nietzsche from behind. He pushed in hard.

Nietzsche was just pressed under him and remained motionless, allowing Han Sen to push up hard.

"Why, how does it feel down there?"

"I remember you were never down there, right?"

Han Sen reached out and squeezed Nietzsche's chin, forcing him to look directly at himself.

Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled coldly.

Those images that Han Sen will never forget flashed before Han Sen's eyes one by one, looking down at Nietzsche's fair-skinned back, his narrow buttocks under his palm, and his body connected with Nietzsche. With two real male bodies, Han Sen suddenly felt his stomach churn, he pushed Nietzsche away, and then quickly turned and went into the bathroom.

Han Sen knew that he never liked men's bodies, everything was forced by Nietzsche, it was seven years ago, and it will still be the same seven years later.Han Sen has always understood what he wants and what he doesn't want. Han Sen vomited for a while and walked out of the bathroom until he didn't feel sad. When he opened the door, Nietzsche was sitting by the bed, his clothes still naked After wearing it, her head was slightly lowered, her whole body was full of sinister breath, and the hair on both sides of her cheeks hung down, covering her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

Han Sen didn't care what Nietzsche was thinking at all, or didn't think about anything. He just stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes, then looked at Nietzsche blankly and said, "I will take you with me on the day I get out of prison, and you will stay here later." By my side. Until you die, and don't think I'll touch you again, I, Han Sen, have never liked men, especially not interested in a bitch like you."

Nietzsche was still sitting by the bed, slowly raised his head, looked at Han Sen, who was only wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, with bright red hair scattered on both sides of his face, and smiled coldly at Han Sen: "Han Sen Sen, do you think this is useful to me, Nietzsche Lutheran?"

Nietzsche was still the same, neither afraid nor panicked, his expression was cold and arrogant, as if his loss of power, as if nothing happened before him, he never took Han Sen seriously.

He is a man from the Lutheran family, just like his father Roland Lutheran said: "Men in our family can bleed and die, but they don't cry, let alone fear."

Han Sen turned his head to look straight at Nietzsche, picked up the fruit knife on the dining table, and then ruthlessly inserted it into Nietzsche's leg. Looking at Nietzsche's face mercilessly, he said with a cruel expression: " I didn't intend to do this to be useful to you, what's the use of a useless person, I just want to trap you."

"Nietzsche Lutheran, listen carefully to me. From then on, every scar on your body is the trace left by me, Han Sen. I swear that I will make you physically and mentally disabled."

At that moment, Han Sen looked at Nietzsche Lutheran's pale cheeks due to the pain and blood loss at this moment, and a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face.