Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Mr. Han, we have sent someone to pick up Miss Anna, please see if you want to see her."

When Han Sen came back, the butler welcomed Han Sen into the door, and at the same time reported the situation to Han Sen.

Han Sen didn't say a word, he went straight to the upstairs study and stood in front of Nietzsche's room. The piano sound was still going on. Han Sen stood silently by the door and listened for a while, followed by the housekeeper. Behind Han Sen.

After listening for a while, Han Sen frowned slightly, turned and walked towards the study, and the butler followed suit.

"Nietzsche, he stayed in there all afternoon?"

Han Sen stood behind the desk, reached out to unbutton his suit, and flipped through the documents in front of him.

The butler nodded:

"Yes, Mr. Han, after you went out at noon, Mr. Nietzsche stayed in the room and did not come out, playing the piano all the time, but..."

The butler frowned, with a hesitant expression.

Han Sen raised his head and looked at the butler: "But what."

The butler coughed, raised his eyes to observe Han Sen's expression, and found that there was no strange expression on Han Sen's face, so the butler said truthfully: "When Miss Anna just arrived here today, I accidentally disturbed you. When Mr. Nietzsche plays the piano, Mr. Nietzsche may be a little..."

The butler saw that he had almost reached the point, so he fell silent, and stood there respectfully.

Han Sen frowned silently, and said coldly:

"Will he be comfortable someday? He has the bad habits of the second generation ancestor."

The butler was still there with his head down, tangled for a while, and continued:

"Mr. Nietzsche didn't eat lunch after you left."

Han Sen looked at the butler with a condensed expression:

"Is it because I don't like it or something else."

The butler shook his head:

"We don't know the exact reason. Mr. Nietzsche didn't say anything. He got up and left without touching lunch. No one dared to persuade him..."

Nietzsche has always lived a very noble life here, and the servants serve him in a humble and humble manner.

"Oh, then let him go, you all take good care of him and don't make him angry."

Han Sen actually didn't like Nietzsche's pregnancy problems. He was so picky about everything. Occasionally when Nietzsche was in a bad mood, it was really torture to serve him.

Han Sen knows that feeling best. After all, he has served him honestly for so many years, but even if Han Sen is annoyed by Nietzsche's attitude, he will never allow anyone to neglect Nietzsche.

When he was not around, Han Sen told him very seriously that the people around Nietzsche must serve him with the best attitude. As for Nietzsche's lack of understanding, that is Nietzsche's own business, but what the servants around him should do , nothing can be missing.

"Pass me the dinner and I'll go to him and feed him myself."

"Then...Miss Anna's side...?"

The butler looked at Han Sen. He was not surprised at all that Han Sen did such a thing. Regarding Nietzsche, he always felt that Han Sen seemed to be very patient.

As a human being, he couldn't understand why such a young, promising and handsome man like Han Sen would choose a man like Nietzsche Lutheran. Nietzsche not only has a bad personality, but it is said that his actual age is much older than Han Sen. The only desirable place is his body and face, but is the attractiveness of his body really so great? ——You know, in the eyes of everyone, Nietzsche's character is really not ordinary.

Han Sen waved his hand,

"Let her have a good rest tonight first. I will talk to her about other things tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Han."

The butler nodded sharply, turned and walked down.

Han Sen took off his suit, wore a white shirt, and walked to Nietzsche's door with the dinner plate, then reached out and pushed the door open.

When Han Sen entered the door, Nietzsche was still sitting there, bowing his head and concentrating on playing the piano. The last light and shadow of the setting sun drifted in through the thin floor-to-ceiling curtains, vaguely depicting the outline of the man.

Han Sen held the plate in his hand.He walked over, over Nietzsche's shoulder, and put the plate on the piano stand.

Nietzsche didn't stop, he was still playing.

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche blankly, then lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche on the cheek, "The room is so dark, why don't you open the curtains."

Nietzsche did not speak, his fingers were still walking on the keys, his eyelids were slightly drooping, and his hair was loosely loose behind him.

Since Nietzsche didn't say anything, Han Sen walked to the window by himself and stretched out his hand to pull all the curtains covering the window.

Han Sen knew that Nietzsche's favorite thing was to stay in a closed room all day without even pulling the curtains. Even if he was not allowed to leave, Han Sen still hoped that Nietzsche would not be so withdrawn.

As the evening approached night, the pale golden light from the setting sun slanted in like flowing water, and the room instantly became strange and strange, and the time at this moment seemed to become gentle and mysterious because of this.

As soon as Han Sen opened the curtains to let the afterglow of the setting sun shine in, Nietzsche turned his head in displeasure. First, his eyes narrowed in discomfort. Then he got up and went straight to Han Sen's side, raised his fingers, and pinched the curtains. At the edge, the curtains were pulled up abruptly, tightly covering all the light outside, and the room became silent and quiet again, returning to the obscurity that Nietzsche was familiar with.

During this period of time, Nietzsche really rarely stepped out of this room. Even his eyes were not used to the light outside. Even the gentle brilliance of the sunset made him feel very uncomfortable, and Han Sen forbade him to go out. The gate of the villa, so he even hated seeing the outside scene, because even if he could see it, he couldn't get there.

After pulling down the curtains in front of Han Sen, Nietzsche went back to the piano and sat down, continuing to play attentively.

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's slender and thin back, then took a deep breath, and walked behind Nietzsche, "I haven't been out for a long time, the light of the evening sunset is very gentle, so the eyes will feel pain? ", Nietzsche glanced at him, did not make a sound, stopped his hands on the keys, then lifted them up and quietly placed them on his knees, without saying a word, as if waiting for Han Sen to go out by himself.

Han Sen didn't intend to go out at all, but reached out to pick up the plate on the keyboard, and sat beside Nietzsche, "The servant said you didn't have lunch, are you hungry now?"

Nietzsche didn't speak, just glanced at the food in Han Sen's hand, then turned his head with a look of disdain, and looked at the dainty dahlia on the piano.

Looking at Nietzsche's condensed side face, Han Sen slowly put down the plate in his hand, put it in front of him, picked up the spoon, and brought the food to Nietzsche's mouth.

"Uncle, be good, be obedient, eat some food, or you will be hungry at night."

Han Sen seldom coaxed him softly. Generally speaking, he doesn't have such patience now.

Nietzsche's bright red lips were tightly pressed together, his eyes were cold and he planned to completely ignore Han Sen.

"Lutheran, open your mouth."

Han Sen's expression finally became cold, and he handed the spoon to Nietzsche's mouth.

After confronting each other for a long time, Han Sen said in a deep voice:

"Lutheran, you forced me to do this."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen raised his hand and brought the food to his mouth, opened his mouth to chew a few mouthfuls, then reached out and pinched Nietzsche's chin, and kissed his lips.

Nietzsche didn't open his mouth, so Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's chin and filled his innermost food into it.

"Well……"

Nietzsche pushed Han Sen away with great resistance, but still swallowed the food in his mouth irresistibly.

"Is it delicious?"

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled coldly,

"Lutheran, if you like, I can always feed you in this way."

Nietzsche glared at Han Sen fiercely, threw the plate on the ground with his hands, and said with a grim expression, "Han Sen, these foods make me sick, and your lips make me sick."

"Oh, then what about me doesn't make you sick? Could it be that you, Nietzsche Lutheran, were the one hugging me in the bedroom and begging me not to leave?"

Han Sen stood up slowly, Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's gloomy expression, and his expression finally changed slightly.

Nietzsche's reaction was to stand up quickly, and then took a step back, wanting to stay away from Han Sen.

Han Sen waved his hand fiercely, slapped Nietzsche hard on the face, and then said expressionlessly: "Lutheran, you can't live a good life, what else do you want to do?"

Nietzsche covered his face and stared at Han Sen fiercely,

"I don't like the food here, I don't like the environment here, I hate you, I don't like everything here!"

"There are so many people bowing to you, submissive to you, treating you like an emperor, what are you going to do, Lutheran, you are not a little boy now, when will you change your bad habits? Be an elder Shouldn't you look like an elder, and stop being so unreasonable all the time."

Han Sen reprimanded Nietzsche with a serious expression.

Nietzsche smiled coldly:

"Elder? If you think I am very old, you can find a young boy. And I will never change the character of my Lutheran family because of you. Who do you think you are, who are you to me? ? Are you qualified to make me change?!"

As soon as Nietzsche finished speaking, Han Sen's face darkened.

"Who am I, who am I to you, and I'll let you know who I am to you right away."

Han Sen reached out and pulled Nietzsche's hair and threw him to the ground. He stripped off Nietzsche's nightgown from top to bottom, then yanked off the belt from his waist, held it in his hand and raised it fiercely. to Nietzsche.

"Well……"

Nietzsche struggled for a while before lying on the ground, his palms pressed tightly against the carpet, and he could not make a sound.

The leather belt slammed down on his back fiercely, Nietzsche bit his lips tightly, and soon there were red scars of different shades on his white back.

Nietzsche has lived a noble life since he was a child, and he has never suffered any serious crimes in his life. If he suffered, it was basically given to him by Han Sen. Nietzsche really did not expect such a day to happen to him.

"Clap clap clap...!"

I don't know how long it took, until Nietzsche's back was crisscrossed with red marks, and there was no place that hadn't been pulled by the belt. Han Sen put down the belt in his hand, and stared at Nietzsche's slender legs and himself. With scars all over his body, he knelt down suddenly, put his arms on Nietzsche's sides, and kissed Nietzsche's shoulder with his lips little by little.

"Go away! Don't touch me."

Nietzsche was lying on the ground, panting weakly, trying to stand up with his hands on the ground.

"Why, give me a reason."

Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's waist, pulled him up, then pulled off his underpants, stuck them up, and leaned together.

"Disgusting...! Go away!"

It felt like Han Sen was sticking to him, leaning against him with warmth, Nietzsche kept resisting.

The harder Nietzsche struggled, the more Han Sen tightly controlled Nietzsche's waist, and the more frequently they rubbed against each other.

"Give me a reason, if you don't let me fuck you today, you won't be able to stand up."

Han Sen's buttocks and Nietzsche's buttocks were separated a little, and his fingers were stretched in, and then they were all pierced in, and the knuckles kept turning inside.

Nietzsche gasped, and limply lay on the ground, only raised the back, facing Han Sen.

"Bastard, the women have brought them back, and you still dare to touch me now!"

Nietzsche turned his face and looked at Han Sen with disgust.

Han Sen was taken aback, then suddenly smiled silently, his black bangs fell from his forehead, "Lutheran, you are jealous."

Nietzsche turned away expressionlessly,

"Han Sen, you are too overestimating yourself."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche, stretched out his hand and peeled off Nietzsche's back,

"Lutheran, it's useless to say anything, and it's useless to think about anything, because you are in my hands now, besides..."

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed, making it wet.

Nietzsche's fists were tightly clenched together, and he gasped weakly, pleasing Nietzsche's body, Han Sen did it better than anyone else.

Han Sen raised his head, leaned against it, held himself, slammed it hard, and rushed in violently.

Nietzsche trembled violently, his body shrank uncontrollably.

Han Sen raised his palm and stroked Nietzsche's shoulder back and forth, and said in a deep voice, "Besides, I just want a child of our own, uncle, why are you always disobedient?"

Nietzsche turned his face to the side, looked at Han Sen's handsome face, pressed his lips against Han Sen's tightly, and kissed Han Sen's lips wetly. Han Sen adjusted his position and hugged Nietzsche's face face to face. Waist, fingers gently combing his long hair.

During the period of the Cold War, Nietzsche was unwilling to be with Han Sen. He didn't even let Han Sen touch him. He even forced himself to endure the fact that he hated sleeping alone at night. Sen slept separately, so Han Sen really hasn't made out with Nietzsche for a long time.

Han Sen was just at the age of blood, and he couldn't make out with others. Naturally, he hugged Nietzsche's body for a long time before it was over.

After finishing, Han Sen packed up and lay on the bed with Nietzsche in his arms.

Han Sen supported Nietzsche's head on his arm with one hand, his chin rested on top of Nietzsche's head, his arms were tightened, Nietzsche's back was very uncomfortable, Han Sen hugged Nietzsche in his arms , Let him lie on his back facing up on his body.

"Lutheran, tell me, who am I to you?"

Han Sen picked up Nietzsche's palm and kissed each finger.

Nietzsche snorted coldly, but did not speak.

Han Sen smiled softly, reached into the suit next to him and took out two rings, took one of them and put it on Nietzsche's ring finger, and put the other on his own ring finger, "I am your husband , you are my wife. Do you remember?"

"Wife? Stupid, I'm not a woman."

After a very indulgent joy, Nietzsche responded with a sleepy expression. He watched Han Sen's fingers entangled with his own. Then, Nietzsche's fingers were white and slender, and the platinum ring fit on Nietzsche's finger very well. It was the same style as Hansen's finger.

The ring shone with a high-end luster under the light.

"Yes, you are a wife and I am a husband. You are my wife and I am your husband."

Han Sen picked up Nietzsche's palm, lowered his head, and kissed the ring on Nietzsche's ring finger with a serious expression.

Under the light, Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Sen's young and handsome face.

[It's as if all the previous time has dissipated, as if I had died at that moment-someone told me that I was his wife.Lutheran]