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The person in the mirror seemed to have become strange, and Cecil stood in front of the mirror and brushed the hair on the side of the ear to the back of the ear.

After such a long time, Isri's movements are still very proficient, and the bangs that are almost longer than the eyes have also been cut back.

Isri took a look at Cecil, and it was the first time in these days that he looked so obedient.

Cecil sat motionless on the stool, with no expression on his face, staring stiffly at the mirror in front of him.

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The days remained the same, even though Yisli delivered three meals a day, Cecil's body was still thinner than before.

After that incident, Cecil basically didn't say anything, and the longest time every day was to stay in bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Cehir became obedient, which was the result Isri wanted, but seeing Cehir's current state, Isri couldn't help feeling a little conflicted.

After taking a shower, Isri settled down and then directly closed the door and walked out. Cecil sat by the bed and reacted for a long time before moving.

Tonight, Isri didn't lock himself up, Cehir exhaled, so what if he didn't lock himself up, and he couldn't escape.

But in the end, his hand still stopped a second before turning off the lights. Without the lock, can he walk around the house?

With this in mind, Cecil got off the bed again, quietly opened the door and walked out.

The flowers on the flower stand outside had been replaced, and the carpet was limp when stepped on. It seemed that he hadn't seen the outside for a long time, and Cecil was more excited tonight.

Unconsciously, all the shopping on the second floor was finished, and when he was about to go back to the room, Cecil's eyes fell on the door of Isri's room.

The door was not closed, leaving a gap, and a bunch of candles flickered inside. Driven by curiosity, Cehir still walked over.

But as soon as he reached the door, before his hand touched the door handle, the door was opened from the inside. Cecil was startled, took a step back, and looked up at Isri.

The person in front of him was still steaming, his hair was still wet, and the hair on his forehead was pushed back, revealing his smooth forehead.

Now Esri's whole body is only surrounded by a bath towel, with a thin waist, and the loose skirt of the bath towel is on it, and the wet moisture on his chest slides down along the looming muscles.

Cecil didn't dare to look into Isri's eyes, endured the redness on the side of his ears, and his eyes fell on his shoulders.

It was a gunshot wound. Cecil remembered that this wound was blocked by Isri for himself before, and now a flesh scar has formed, which looks dazzling.

"Master? What's the matter?" Isri asked softly with his mouth open.

Because of the heat, the light fragrance on Isri's body became more obvious, Cehir took a step back, and answered the nonsensical question.

"You didn't lock it."

Cecil didn't know why he said that, he seemed to have compromised.

Isri chuckled and said in a low voice, "I know."

Only then did Cecil realize that the other party was Isri, how could he forget such an obvious thing.

Cecil snorted and turned away from Isri's sight.

"Master." Isri called Cehir to stop him.

"go to bed early."

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In the past few days, something seems to have happened at the chamber of commerce. Yisli always leaves early and returns late, and sometimes he is even busy until the early hours of the morning.

The work that was originally done by Cecil is now all on Isri.

Cecil gave a wry smile subconsciously. In order to keep himself from contacting the outside world, Isri really took great pains.

In the morning, Isri left very early, and he seemed to be relieved to keep Cecil at home.

At the beginning, there was still some freshness in the house, but after a few days, it became meaningless, and the door leading to the garden was tightly closed.

The leaves on the trees outside also grew back. As soon as Cecil opened the door, he saw a child squatting on the steps of the door.

As soon as the child saw Cecil coming out, he quickly wiped the dirt off his hands with a smile on his face.

"Brother, let's play together."

Before Cehir opened his mouth to refuse, the child grabbed Cehir's hand and pulled Cehir down into the yard.

The sun above his head hit his body, and his skin became even whiter. The boy seemed a little stupid, and he grabbed the leaves and stuffed them into his mouth. Seeing this, Cecil quickly grabbed the boy's hand.

"You can't eat this."

The boy looked at Cecil suspiciously, with a giggle on his puffy face: "But brother, I'm hungry."

Cecil frowned slightly, and the mud-covered child in front of him was looking at him eagerly, with a pair of clean black-brown eyes with a little aqua color.

"Then you wait, I'll get it."

Cecil is the worst at dealing with children, and now he is even more at a loss.

The boy looked dazed, and it took him a long time to understand Cehir's words. The corners of his mouth parted and he laughed with a giggling voice.

Cecil glanced at the sun above his head, turned around and entered the room again, walked around to the kitchen, and took some softer bread as much as possible.

The milk was placed in a high place, and it took Sehir half a day to reach it, and he was afraid of a long delay, so he almost had to run when he went out.

"Brother!" Seeing Cecil coming out, the boy squatting on the ground quickly got up, stretched out his muddy hand and rushed towards Cecil.

Cecil was startled, and took a step back, bringing the food in his hand to the front, but just as he squatted down, there was a sudden sound of a carriage in front of him.

Cecil immediately wanted to get up, but unexpectedly, the boy grabbed his clothes suddenly, and a large part of the neckline suddenly leaked.

"Brother, play with me!" The boy grabbed Cehir's clothes tightly, not letting Cehir leave.

The heart pounded on the nerves of the brain like a hammer, and even breathing hurts in the throat.

"Let go of me!"

Cehir opened his mouth and spoke with a trembling voice. Seeing the people getting closer in front of him, the next second, Cehir subconsciously hid the things in his hands behind his back.

But this not only didn't make the boy leave, but the boy got worse and lay on Cehir's body directly, hugged Cehir and stretched out his hands to reach for the food behind him.

"Why did the young master come out?"

Isri had no expression on his face, and his voice was flat as if nothing had happened.

Cehir was speechless with his mouth open, and Isri stood in front of him, seeming to cover the sun above his head impenetrably.

Isri glanced at the child lying on Cehir's body, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, he stretched out his hand to grab the collar, and directly pulled the boy away from Cehir's body.

"Master, give me something."

Isri stretched out his hand, Cecil swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and subconsciously handed the bread to Isri.

Giving up, Isri turned around and was about to leave. Seeing the boy wolfing down the bread in Isri's arms, Cehir suddenly subconsciously uttered a sound.

The author has something to say:

It is my own problem to say that my writing is embarrassing and immature. I can learn and revise, but we don’t understand when you say that I plagiarized for no reason.

It’s really unnecessary to copy Black Butler. If I have the time, I might as well write a doujin. Since I want to tell the color palette, I don’t mind. Let’s do it quickly.

There are more than 100 chapters, so many people have read it, why haven’t I seen anyone mention it, and don’t need to say that I can’t do it in a weird way. It’s not that I haven’t been on the best-seller list, I’m at this level, I know it myself, and I wrote it for myself If you like it, you can watch it, and if you don't watch it, it's good to take a detour.

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