Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

【Lust】【Murder】【Rage】【Cruel】【Arrogance】

After breakfast in the morning, Nietzsche stayed in his bedroom. Although Han Sen said he didn't plan to go out, he still had some things to do, so he went straight back to his study.

Nietzsche had a bad temper, and he changed his face when he said it. Han Sen had been used to it for so many years, and Han Sen knew very well that it would be useless to coax him now, so he just waited for him to find him.

Nietzsche was a person who relied heavily on his own habits, and Hansen happened to be one of the very serious habits that Nietzsche had always relied on.

"Mr. Han, may I come in?"

When lunch was being arranged at noon, Lili knocked on the door of Han Sen's study.

"Please come in."

Han Sen didn't look up, his eyes stayed on the document in front of him.

"Mr. Han..."

Reaching out to push the door open, Lili walked to Han Sen's study with the plate in her hand, and looked at Han Sen nervously.

"What's wrong."

Han Sen raised his head and glanced at Li Li.

Lili hesitated for a moment, raised the plate in her hand, looked at Han Sen and said:

"Mr. Han, Mr. Nietzsche..."

Before Lili finished speaking, Han Sen stood up, opened the drawer on the left hand side, took out a silver-white small-caliber pistol in his hand, and walked towards Nietzsche's room.

"Mr. Han...!?"

Li Li looked at Han Sen in horror, and quickly followed Han Sen towards Nietzsche's room.

Han Sen suppressed his expression, walked slowly to Nietzsche's room, and knocked on the door.

"No need to bring lunch in, I already said I don't eat anything."

Nietzsche's cold voice came from inside.

With a dark face, Han Sen reached out and knocked on the door:

"Lutheran, open the door for me to eat."

"Don't eat!"

With a bang, Han Sen clearly felt the sound and force of the glass being shattered on the door.

When the sound settled down, the villa fell into an eerie silence again. Han Sen took a breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door again, "Uncle, be good, open the door quickly and come out to have some food."

Nietzsche didn't seem to hear it, or there was no sound.

"You asked for it, Lutheran."

Han Sen silently picked up the gun in his hand, took a step back, raised his hand, and fired a precise shot at the door lock, and the door lock was completely destroyed.

Han Sen opened the door expressionlessly, and saw Nietzsche lying on the sofa next to the bed, with his eyes open, looking straight at the curtains of the room.

Han Sen followed Nietzsche's line of sight and saw the light milky white curtains swaying gently with the wind, and the room lights were not turned on, making it look very dark.

The weather is already a bit cold now, and the wind is starting to blow. There are gusts of wind blowing outside, and the room is a bit chilly.

Han Sen dropped the gun in his hand and walked up to Nietzsche. He stepped on the broken glass and made a creaking sound. It can be seen that Nietzsche must have been angry before.

Although Nietzsche looks elegant and calm, when he gets angry, he can do almost anything.

He has always been a very extreme person.

And it's a two-way extreme in terms of emotions.

"Isn't it cold?"

Han Sen murmured, then walked to the window and closed it with his hand.

I don't know why, Han Sen is almost used to Nietzsche's capriciousness, but in fact, Han Sen is a very stable person.

Nietzsche didn't speak. Han Sen turned around and turned on the light again. When he turned his head, he saw that Nietzsche's fingertips were still stained with bright red blood, and a little bit was dripping onto the carpet.

Han Sen's eyes darkened, and he looked up Nietzsche's fingertips, and saw that Nietzsche's wrist was not injured, only the fingertips were injured.

Nietzsche didn't know what he did in the room just now and hurt his finger.

"I went crazy just now, and I didn't eat."

Han Sen walked over, knelt down beside Nietzsche, held Nietzsche's finger in front of his eyes, and looked carefully.

"Go away."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen coldly, trying to retract his fingers.

Han Sen took Nietzsche's fingertips and put them in his mouth to suck gently, then lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's lips, "Okay, just tell me if you have anything, go out to lunch with me first. "

Han Sen stood up and bent down to hug Nietzsche.

Nietzsche waved his hand violently, waved Han Sen's arm away, and said fiercely:

"Get your dirty hands off and don't touch me."

Han Sen stood up straight with no expression on his face.

"Nietzsche Lutheran, I will try my best to create the best environment for you. You should be grateful to me instead of calling me dirty for no reason. You must be clear that I, Han Sen, is your husband now. I will be with you in the future. People who live together, I personally think that you should get along better with me."

Nietzsche pursed his lips and said nothing. He was still lying on the sofa with a cold expression, but he was unwilling to get up.

"Okay, since you dislike me so much, then I will try not to appear in front of you, anyway, I will ensure that you will always be here and cannot leave."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen turned and left expressionlessly, and then slammed the door shut from the outside.

Lili bowed her head respectfully, stood by the door, watched Han Sen go out, quietly put the gun Han Sen put on the table into her clothes, and followed behind Han Sen.

Afterwards, Han Sen didn't go to see Nietzsche. Instead, he called a doctor and asked them to treat the wound on Nietzsche's hand, and then asked the servants to clean up all the broken glass products in the room to ensure that there would be nothing left. Stuff can take a physical toll on Nietzsche himself.

Nietzsche sat quietly by the bed alone, watching the time go by slowly.

Because Nietzsche never had anything to do here, he didn't know how to spend the whole day. In Nietzsche's impression, only the time spent with Han Sen was truly preserved in his memory.

I don't know if it was too boring or too painful, but at this moment, Nietzsche suddenly felt that only Han Sen was the only truth.

"Mr. Nietzsche, we have brought you tea."

The butler stood outside the door and knocked.

Han Sen told him to hand over a cup of hot tea before Nietzsche went to bed, regardless of whether Nietzsche wanted it or not, this was what Han Sen told him to do, he had to do it, and he was really used to being rejected by Nietzsche.

"Come in."

But this time, quite unexpectedly, Nietzsche agreed.

The butler standing outside the door holding tea raised his eyebrows in surprise, then opened the door and walked in, put the tea on the tea table next to Nietzsche's bed, and stood beside Nietzsche respectfully, Waiting for Mr. Nietzsche, whom the servants felt terrible, to speak.

Nietzsche glanced at the tea, put one hand on the tea table, tapped rhythmically, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Mr. Han?"

"Mr. Han is still in the study."

Nietzsche nodded with no expression on his face.

"When will he rest?"

The butler thought for a while:

"About nine o'clock in the evening."

Nietzsche gave a low grace and looked at the time. It was only after seven o'clock. Nietzsche took a sip of tea, waved to the housekeeper and said, "Go down."

"Okay, Mr. Nietzsche, if you need anything, please let me know immediately."

Nietzsche nodded, indicating that he heard it.

Han Sen returned to his bedroom at nine o'clock in the evening.

The furnishings of Han Sen's bedroom are very simple, they are all basic furnishings, the most conspicuous one is the bed in the middle of the room, and Han Sen's bedroom is not actually the master bedroom of this villa, but Nietzsche's bedroom is. Han Sen's bedroom is much better.

When it was close to eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Nietzsche walked outside the bedroom, walked barefoot along the corridor, walked to the door of Han Sen's bedroom, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of Han Sen's bedroom.

The curtains in Han Sen's bedroom were not drawn up, and a whole piece of silvery moonlight fell on Han Sen's bedroom. As soon as Nietzsche entered the door, he saw Han Sen sleeping on the bed.

The man's profile is very good-looking, with clear lines, but when he closes his eyes, the lines seem to be much softer.Not as serious and cautious as before.

Nietzsche walked over and stood beside Han Sen's bed.

"Han Sen."

Nietzsche called Han Sen's name in a low voice, stood by the bed, lowered his eyelids, and looked straight at Han Sen's face.

Han Sen didn't seem to respond. Nietzsche lifted the thin quilt covering Han Sen's body, and then leaned on Han Sen's body, gently stroking Han Sen's chest with his palm, and pressed his lips against Han Sen's sexy. With thin lips, he held Han Sen's chin with one hand, stuck his tongue in, and kissed Han Sen's lips repeatedly.

Han Sen was woken up by Nietzsche's wet kiss. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Nietzsche kissing his lips with his eyes closed, and his bright red hair fell on both sides of his cheeks.

Han Sen followed Nietzsche's movements and opened his mouth in a daze, then stroked Nietzsche's hair with his palm.

"What's wrong, Lutheran."

It wasn't until Nietzsche left Han Sen's lips that Han Sen opened his mouth to speak. His eyes looked directly into Nietzsche's eyes. Due to sleep, Han Sen's voice was a bit hoarse, but it was very pleasant.

Nietzsche turned his face, put his face on Han Sen's chest, and said softly:

"I'm hungry."

Han Sen chuckled softly, twisted Nietzsche's hair with his fingers,

"Get up first, I'll make you something to eat."

Just as Han Sen was about to get up, Nietzsche suddenly reached out and hugged Han Sen's neck.

"I am physically hungry, you have to feed me."

Han Sen turned his head to look at Nietzsche's gorgeous face, turned around and pressed Nietzsche on the bed.

"Han Sen..."

Nietzsche gasped, his legs tightly wrapped around Han Sen's waist.

Han Sen stretched his finger down,

"You can do whatever you want, don't lose your temper in the future, just tell me what you want."

Feeling okay, Han Sen held it in his hand, and then slowly pushed it in.

Nietzsche trembled all over, and his neck leaned back. He didn't answer Han Sen's question, but opened his mouth and bit Han Sen's neck fiercely until he felt a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth.

"Are you happy now?"

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Han Sen smiled softly, bowed his head and kissed Nietzsche's lips.

Nietzsche shook his head, looked at Han Sen blankly, and uttered a word from his red lips, "Unhappy."

Then his hands tightly circled Han Sen's neck, and his chin rested on Han Sen's neck.

"why."

Han Sen asked in a low voice.

"In the future, you will only be with me alone, and you will only be with me."

Nietzsche's fingers drew five deep red marks on Han Sen's back.

Han Sen paused, raised his head, looked straight into Nietzsche's eyes and said:

"of course."

Nietzsche snorted coldly:

"Han Sen, remember what you said."

"I'm not so mean to everyone."

Han Sen smiled silently and looked at Nietzsche's actions:

"Crime? This is obviously you using my body for free. You used to violate me in the middle of the night like this, remember?"

Hearing Han Sen say this, Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand suddenly to push Han Sen away.

"Han Sen, then you will remember it forever, and don't touch me now!"

Han Sen held Nietzsche's arm forcefully, controlled them on the bed, and looked down at Nietzsche's lips: "I'm so arrogant to send you to my door."

"Also, of course I want to remember it forever. I want to remember how I fell into the hands of an old man like you."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche looked directly at Han Sen's face with displeasure.

Han Sen ignored Nietzsche's displeasure, just pinched Nietzsche's waist and pushed forward fiercely.

Nietzsche quickly gave up struggling and lay softly on the bed, letting Han Sen handle it. He opened his mouth slightly and began to breathe intermittently.

"Han Sen...!"

At the last moment, Nietzsche pinched Han Sen's arm with both hands, his white toes tensed up, and he said Han Sen's name.

Han Sen reached out to hug Nietzsche and sat on his body,

"What's wrong."

Nietzsche gasped for a while, and when he calmed down, he rested his chin on Han Sen's shoulder, "Han Sen, remember what you said today."