canary in cage

"Isli!" Cecil stepped forward, his voice hoarse from being suppressed.

Isri was stunned, and looked back at Cehir, the child in his arms had already stuffed the whole piece of bread into his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears.

Cecil's heart palpitations became more and more intense, and he tried his best to match his eyes with Isri, and his body stood there as if frozen.

"I agree to your request, you let him go." Cecil exhaled and opened his mouth.

It seems that because I said it, the feeling of palpitation in my heart has also weakened a lot.

Isri raised his brows slightly, and looked sideways at Cecil, with a smile on his lips unconsciously: "What request did the young master say?"

Cecil clenched his hands tightly, a shyness flashed in his eyes, he turned his head away, and his voice was softer: "I promise you...do it, you let him go."

The person in front of him chuckled, put the boy back on the ground, and handed him a bottle of milk. In an instant, the boy stood on the spot holding the milk and smirked as if he saw a baby.

Isri walked up to Cecil, squatted down, and wrapped the hair around his ears around his fingertips. His expression on his face looked gentler, but the words he said were like ice.

"Master, wait for me to come back."

As he spoke, he turned around, lifted the boy up again, and walked out. Cecil looked at Isri's back, and his originally peaceful heart was now like a wine bottle that had been suddenly uncorked.

The blood rushed into the blood vessels unscrupulously, oppressing the fragile nerves.

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Even when he returned to the room, the chill on his body did not weaken. Cecil looked out the window and remembered the boy's appearance just now.

Will Isri really do it?He didn't have a 100% guarantee, that sentence was formed in his mind almost instantly.

Promise Isri, this child will definitely survive.

Cecil lowered his head and looked at the ring on his left middle finger, which was looser than before. The roses on it were very dazzling, as if mocking this incompetent nobleman.

Isli could already be seen from the window, Cehir moved his body, stretched out his hand to pull the curtains, leaving no trace of light, and the warm lamp placed by the bed was also moved by Cehir to other places.

He didn't want any light source to shine on him, he didn't want to see such an ugly, unbearable self.

When Isri arrived in the room, Cehir was already sitting upright by the bed. Even though he knew that Isri had come back, when he saw someone standing in front of him, he couldn't stop shaking one time.

"Master, are you sure?" Isri glanced at the room and opened his mouth to ask.

After all, Isri still had thoughts, and he handed over the choice to Cecil.

Because he knew that Cehir was not sure whether he would touch the child, and on such a basis, businessmen would generally maximize their profits.

So... Isri stretched out his hand and raised his lowered head by an arc, those blue eyes stared at him, and his thin pale pink lips parted slightly.

"I'm sure."

In the darkness, the desire was stimulated to the maximum, but Yisli still took his time, folded the tie and put it aside, the more delicious something was, he had to savor it slowly.

Cecil looked like a lamb being hung up to be slaughtered, watching the knife-wielder prepare for work with his own eyes.

Cecil closed his eyes and waited slowly, all of this was a foregone conclusion, whether it was deliberately arranged or not.

"Master~" Isri's voice slid by his ears with a rising coda, and then, those perennially cold hands passed through the bend of his legs and hugged Cehir directly.

Cecil held his breath for an instant, nervously clutching the crumpled clothes that had been caught, the breath coming down from the top of his head was hot and crazy.

"Cehir...Master."

Isri put the person in the middle of the bed, pressed down his body, and subconsciously, Cecil raised his hand to press on Isri's chest.

It seemed that after re-preparing for a long time, Cehir moved his hand away and placed it casually by his ear.

The prey is thus voluntarily and nakedly displayed in front of the hunter.

Isri bent down, sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose, raised his hand through Cehir's fingers, grasped it lightly, and clasped his fingers together.

The breaths of the two are intertwined, one with clear desire, the other with peace after compromise.

Isri lowered his head and let his mouth not fall on his forehead, the movement was so light that he could feel the frown of the person below him.

Then, the same mouth did not fall to the eyes, the slender eyelashes trembled twice in the air, and then to the tip of the nose, all the way down.

Every movement of Isri was extremely gentle, and in the last step, Isri stretched out his hand to pinch Cehir's chin, and a gentle and long mouth did not occupy all of Cehir's brain nerves again.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and the cool thin lips fell down, like a piece of ice that was about to melt.

Cecil's lips are very soft, and it is easy to sink people into them. The delicate and small white teeth were still biting tightly at the beginning, but they finally compromised.

The warm moisture instantly wrapped the two of them together, and the sweet smell lingered in the nostrils. Isri lowered his head, greedily sucking the little air left.

Within a few seconds, Cecil's breathing became hot, tiny beads of sweat leaked from the tip of his nose, and his lips were slightly parted, making the person on him even more presumptuous.

Isri opened his eyes, and carefully looked at the person below him. Those eyes were pure and charming, and on his porcelain-white cheeks, a hint of red had already begun to appear.

He endured his strong and lustful love, and told himself over and over again that it was about to end.

The eyelashes were already wet unconsciously, and the aggressive voice rang in his ears again, asking again tirelessly.

"Master, are you sure?"

Cecil stiffened his neck, stared straight at a point on the ceiling with his eyes, and opened his mouthed bright red lips.

"I'm sure."

In the dim room, two people were entangled with each other, and it seemed that they were only one-sided dictatorship. Those sweet and greasy voices came from their mouths from time to time.

With resisting coquettishness, it provoked the other party to go on a rampage even more. The back of the interlocking hands had already been bloodstained.

But whenever he wanted to break free, the active brain nerves suddenly calmed down and continued to comfort him.

Several times Cecil wanted to open his mouth to stop Isri, but in the end he still bit his lips tightly without making a sound.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the consciousness in my head has also become muddled.

Finally, Cecil pulled out a hand and fumbled around the top of his head for a while, until he grabbed the collar of Isri's shirt.