canary in cage

Cehir's eyes were half-opened, trembling, and Isri lifted Cehir's head and let him look at himself in the mirror.

"Master, how do you feel?"

Isri's ending sound is rising, and it feels like a feather is gently gliding over Cecil's ears.

Cehir opened his mouth, and didn't form a complete sentence for a long time. In the end, he could only speak two words intermittently.

"Unfortunate..."

Isri chuckled lightly, and his gaze became hot: "Do you want it?"

This time Cecil stopped talking, just quietly looking at himself in the mirror.

Consciousness is taken away bit by bit, and the self in this state is almost like wanting to be dissatisfied and begging to be touched by others.

The corners of the eyes were filled with tears, streaming down the side of the face, and the exhaled breath was so hot that a slight white mist could be seen in the bathroom.

Isri reached out his hand, and the person in his arms trembled violently as if he had been stimulated by something.

"Ah... um..." A jiao//chen cried out from his mouth in an instant, and the frequency of exhaling air also became rapid.

"Master, if you don't speak, I'll take it as your refusal." Isri said with a smile in his tone, and twitched the tip of his red-hot ear.

Cecil wanted to move his head farther away, but it was all in vain, no matter how he tried to escape, he was still trapped in Isri's arms.

"To..." Cecil's voice was very low, as if mosquitoes and flies were flying by his ears.

Isri lowered his body, raised his head, and looked at the person in the mirror, with a nice arc on his face.

"Master, I can't hear you."

Cecil was on the verge of crying, his nose was twitching, and his body was trembling non-stop.

"To..." Cecil closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and his voice was slightly louder.

What happened next, Cecil was almost unconscious, the tears in the corners of his eyes blurred his eyes, and he could only see clearly the outlines of the two people on the mirror.

The consciousness of the body has almost been invaded, Cehir can only unconsciously lean on Isri's arms, and let the people behind him move.

Isri looked at the person in the mirror, and the desire in his eyes deepened a little. After Cehir moved his body uncontrollably twice, Isri put away the desire in his eyes again.

"Master..." The voice lingered in the bathroom.

Isri's hand slowly reached down from his waist, fiddled with the things that Cambrian would lock again, Cehir's hand was tightly gripping the clothes around Isri's waist, and the dislocation of his shoulders became more and more obvious.

After finishing the content that Cambrian did not allow to appear, Cecil's forehead was covered with thick sweat, and he was weak and old in Isri's arms.

Fainted out again, Esri looked at the man who was frowning together, turned around and put the hot water in the bathtub before putting him in.

Apart from the shocking traces on Cecil's body, the only thing left was temptation. That slender body was now lying defenseless in front of her.

Isri gently rubbed the side of Cecil's face, wiping away the tears.

He wanted to get this person so much, no matter what method he used, as long as this person was his, as long as he was by his side.

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After coming out of the bathroom, Isri sat next to Cehir and went out several times to re-cook lunch and dinner.

Cecil actually woke up in the afternoon, but felt that there was someone beside him, so he didn't open his eyes.

Although he is very conscious now, he feels very tired, and it takes a lot of effort to even breathe.

He was imprisoned, imprisoned in his own home, or was taken care of by his deacon since childhood, it was a joke to say it.

A servant imprisoned his master.

I couldn't use any strength in my body, and I could still hear the squirrels on the branches outside, but after Isley opened the window, the squirrels disappeared soon.

Cecil knew it, and Isri knew all his weaknesses, and even what he would do next, Isri could roughly tell.

He was afraid of blood, very afraid, but he was even more afraid of death, even if a butterfly died in front of his eyes, he would be shocked for a long time, so Isri never mentioned such things in front of him.

But now, he seemed to be able to hear the wailing of those animals. He seemed to be a little dazed. He hadn't seen them, so why was he so sure.

By the way, it's Isri, he will definitely do what he said... Cecil only felt a pain in his heart, and the only air was blocked from the outside.

So uncomfortable... so tired...

"woke up?"

An abrupt voice sounded from the room. Although Cecil was taken aback, there was no expression on his face, and he just slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, it's time for something to eat." Isri sorted out the things on the dining car.

Cecil glanced at it, but didn't speak again. He propped himself up and sat up from the bed, and slowly moved according to Isri's words.

Today is better than usual, because of the recovery of the body, Isri specially prepared a cake today, so Cecil also ate two more bites, but after all, his stomach couldn't accept it so fast, and after a few bites, he was gone. have eaten.

Isri picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of Cehir's mouth, but Cehir did not avoid it, but just sat quietly.

After a long and quiet meal, Isri was finally about to leave the room, the sound of the plate ringing in his ears, and Isri's voice followed.

"Master, good night."

There was still a warm lamp in the room, and the shadow was extremely conspicuous on the curtains. The shadow reflected on the curtains sitting on the bed was like a prisoner, surrendering under the coercion.

The corners of Cecil's lips twitched, and after retracting into the quilt, he reached out and pressed the switch of the warm light that had never been turned off that night.

In an instant, the room returned to darkness, and even the moonlight outside could not shine in, leaving only the pitch-black area and the pair of eyes that had gradually become hollow.

What the hell is he doing?What has he done since the beginning?

Cecil couldn't think of anything, and didn't want to think about it. He wanted to sleep now, and he didn't want to open his eyes anymore, so he stayed calm, quiet, and stayed...

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The next day, when Isri opened the door and came in, Cecil had already sat up from the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Hearing the noise, Cehir shifted his gaze down, still in the same movement, after Isri put the cup on the dining car, he leaned over and lifted the hair on the side of Cehir's face.

"Master, it's time to cut your hair."

Cehir didn't speak, and the light fragrance from the gloves lingered around the tip of his nose. After a while, Cehir hummed.

When Isri went out to prepare tools, Cecil pulled back the quilt and walked to the bathroom alone.