canary in cage

Hearing Isri's voice, Cehir opened his eyes, and there was more firmness in his eyes.

He lifted himself up a little from the tub, leaning his back against the edge.

"Tomorrow, I will take you with me. I just need to get in the middle and leave to find the police." Cecil's voice spread through the empty bathroom, and it was even more attractive to Isri outside. .

"I see, young master." Isri looked at the pocket watch on his chest, counted the time, and opened his mouth again.

"Master, you can't wash for such a long time, it's not good for your health."

Cehir listened to Isri's voice inside, but did not answer, but a sound of water came out, which indirectly indicated Cehir's meaning.

You don't need to tell me, I know it myself.

Isri hooked the corners of his lips, and a white towel was already placed on the crook of his arm.

Cecil opened the door, and a gust of hot air came over the face, and Isri stood by the door and waited.

Cecil didn't wear shoes, and her round and full toes lightly stepped on the thick carpet, leaving a small mark.

Because of the heat, her already fair skin was now slightly pink, and the clothes around her neck were already slightly soaked by the water droplets from her hair.

Seeing this, Isri stepped forward and covered Cecil's head with a dry towel, wiping off the water droplets.

Inevitably, I feel helpless, every time the young master takes a bath, it is a difficult task, and he can always make a mess of everything in the bathroom.

His hair was almost wiped with a dry towel before Isri picked Cehir up from the ground and held him in his arms.

"Why doesn't the young master wear shoes?"

Cecil raised his hand by himself, and wiped his hair with a towel repeatedly, messing up the way Isri was wrapped up.

"The shoes are wet and uncomfortable." Cecil tilted his head and glanced at the wet shoes in the bathroom.

Isri carried Cecil to the bed, turned around and picked out another pajamas from the closet and put it in his hand.

"Master, you'll be looking for cool when you're wet like this." Isri put the pajamas in his hand on the bed, and lightly untied the strap on Cecil's collarbone with one hand.

Cecil was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled off the clothes next to him, and opened Isri's hand: "I will change it myself, you go and clean it."

A trace of loneliness flashed in Isri's eyes, and his expression darkened instantly, but he still listened to Cehir's words and said respectfully.

"Okay, sir."

In the bathroom, Isri rolled up his sleeves, revealing a white and thin arm. He took off the white gloves on his hands, and there was still a trace of flesh/pink on the fingertips with well-defined phalanges.

Isri glanced at himself blurred by water mist in the mirror, pulled out a white silk ribbon from his chest, and tied his hair behind him.

Looking at everything in the bathroom, the corners of Isri's lips slightly raised.

Sure enough, the young master cannot do without himself.

Hearing the noise from the bathroom, Cehir hurriedly changed his clothes and shrank into the quilt. Isri seemed to know Cehir's actions, turned around and came out of the bathroom with a soft voice.

"Don't fall asleep, young master, I'll prepare milk right now."

Cecil turned his head and looked at Isri, who had her hair pulled back. This was not the first time he saw Isri like this.

But every time, he could always be fascinated by Yisili's appearance, with fine beads of sweat hanging gently on his forehead, the tip of his nose was still shining with water, and two buttons on his neck were still undone.

Everything is just right.

Sehir paused before opening his mouth: "I see."

Isri smiled, and after saluting, he backed out from the door, and walked in with a cup of hot milk after a while.

Cecil took the milk and shook it: "When can I stop drinking milk?"

"The young master is still growing, and he won't be able to stop for a while." Isri patiently explained.

Cecil took a sip, and there was a little milk stain between her pink and tender lips, and Isri calmly took out a tissue and wiped it gently.

Milk is sweet, and Cecil actually likes it very much, but a cup every night is no different from taking medicine in the long run.

Cecil frowned slightly, raised his head and poured a glass of milk into it, and after handing it over to Isri, he immediately retracted into the quilt, and the movement was done in one go.

Isri was amused by Cecil's appearance, bent over to be pulled up a little, and reached out to turn off the desk lamp next to him.

"Master, see you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking softly, Isri slowly backed out of the room and closed the door.

Isri turned his back to the door, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a cold light.

On his arm was the clothes that Cecil was wearing just now, and it was still stained with a disgusting smell. Now Isri wished to directly kill the person who was contaminated with the smell, but thinking of the young master's plan, Isri still endured it. Tolerate.

The clothes were burned and thrown into the pine forest, and the smoke was blown away by a gust of cold wind.

Isri stood outside, the cold weather condensed into snowflakes and fell, those vulture-like eyes were staring at the tightly closed cellar door.

Cehir slept soundly this time, and before Isri knocked on the door, Cehir woke up first.

When Esri entered the room again, he was stunned for a while, and then hurriedly saluted.

"Sorry, master, I'm late."

"I just got up early." Cecil opened his mouth and answered, his eyes were looking around: "Where are my clothes?"

Only then did Isri remember, and handed over the clothes in his hand: "Yesterday's clothes were dirty, this is new."

Cecil took it from Isri, and after searching for a long time, he didn't know where to start wearing it, so he frowned: "Why is it so complicated?"

Isri secretly smiled, and picked up the clothes: "Let me change for the young master."

"You did it on purpose?" Cecil raised his eyebrows, got off the bed, and did not refuse Isri's request.

Isri's tone was elegant and calm: "How can I be young master, how dare I."

Cecil sneered secretly in his heart, but there was no drastic change on his face.

The clothes in Isri's hands seemed to be very obedient, and he opened it with a light hook with his nimble fingertips. Cecil looked at Isri in disbelief.

so easy?Why can't I do it myself? I frowned when I thought about it, feeling very upset.

"Master, is something on your mind?"

Isri didn't stop, and looked at Cecil's slightly frowning brows and said.

"No..." Cecil's expression was fleeting, and he immediately returned to calm, looking ahead.

The corners of Isri's lips did not come down, and the movements of his hands were still flexible.

Today, the young master's body is still so attractive.

Inevitably, the movements of Isri's hands slowed down, and even the simplest buttons had to be buttoned several times before they were buttoned.

At first Cecil thought that the clothes were difficult to wear, but later he realized that something was wrong.

He lowered his head, eyes without any emotion, staring at Isri like a pool of cold water.

"Don't do things that procrastinate."