canary in cage

Cecil was slowed down for a few seconds, and then, with one force, he pulled Isri down. The chests of the two were tightly pressed together, and the rising and falling were extremely obvious.

Feeling the breathing of the person below him, Isri was obviously a little impatient, and the dryness//heat on his body also made him uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to pull away the hand that was holding his clothes, Cecil gripped it tighter in the next second, trying to put his lips against Isri's ear.

Cecil let go of his mouth that was biting his lip, his voice was trembling, as if it took a lot of effort to speak a complete sentence.

"You haven't promised me yet!"

The warm breath lingered on the pinna, and Isri trembled. Then, with a chuckle, Isri lifted Cehir up by holding Cecil's waist.

Suddenly, before Cehir could react, when he sat down again, a muffled moan came out of his throat.

Cecil's head was tucked into the socket of Isri's neck, the scorching breath was constantly swimming on the smooth neck, and the food in front of him looked extremely tempting.

Isri let out a low laugh under his throat, hooked the corners of his eyes back, stretched out his hand, and squeezed Cecil's chin, his voice was long and gentle, and his lips opened and closed.

"I promise you, young master, I will promise all your requests."

After receiving Isri's reply, Cehir's strength was also exhausted at this moment, and the whole person lay limply on Isri's body, exhaling softly.

"Master? Do you want to continue?" Isri raised a hand and stroked Cecil's lower back.

There was already some fine sweat on Cecil's back, and the clothes on his body stuck to it. Sitting like this, after all, it was still a bit cold.

Seeing that Cehir hadn't moved, Isri stretched out his hand and took off his clothes directly from the top of his head. The sudden cool breeze made Cehir's body tremble unconsciously.

Isri put Cehir back on the bed again, with the golden hair sticking to his forehead, the tip of his nose was red, and those eyes full of lust just looked at him unconsciously.

"Master~" Isri called softly. In the height of love, the two words became the catalyst. Cecil tilted his head and frowned with some dissatisfaction.

Esri was unhurried, and slowly explored every corner of Cehir's body with his fingers, leaving a deeper scar on the mouth that hadn't faded away.

"Uh... um..."

A stabbing pain made Cecil wake up a bit, and only then did he realize that he was naked now. He was very fortunate that he avoided all light sources.

The hands that originally wanted to block her were put aside obediently in the end, allowing the people on her to run rampant.

I don't know when, the consciousness has been completely occupied, and it is already the next morning when I wake up again.

This time, it wasn't as serious as last time, at least my body was relatively refreshed.

Cecil lay peacefully on the bed, the outside light shone on his face, and the golden hair seemed to be gilded with a layer of gold.

Even when Isri came in, he just moved his body to the side of the bed.

"Master, I promised you that I will take you out today." Isri put the clothes in his hands on his arms.

Cecil took a look, then looked away, and hummed.

Isri, who got the answer, nodded and began to change clothes for Cecil.

Having not worn out clothes for a long time, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable wearing them, Cehir moved his wrist and looked at the full-length mirror that was pushed in.

The clothes had a high collar, which completely covered up all the traces on her body. Cecil raised his hand and touched the lace of the neckline, feeling a little dazed.

No one would have thought that under such clothes, there was a filthy body, a paradise for others to enjoy.

But this other person is Isri...it is Isri, Cehir lowered his head, the nerves in his head were buzzing.

Isri, who was half kneeling on the ground, put Cecil's feet on his knees.

Cecil looked at Isri motionlessly, and when he was about to tie his shoelaces at the end, the hands with the rose ring reached forward and gently lifted Isri's chin.

Isri raised his head with all his strength, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and a trace of charm flashed in his eyes: "Master? What's the matter?"

Cecil tilted his head, his face was expressionless, and his voice was very soft: "What if I want to kill you?"

The teasing in Isri's eyes was more obvious when he heard the question. Isri stood up, took a step back, and his voice became respectful.

"Then, what tool does the young master want to use?"

Cecil moved his eyes and didn't speak. He was about to get up from the bed, but his legs seemed to be unconscious, and he fell straight forward.

A trace of panic flashed in Cecil's eyes, and he subconsciously grabbed what was in front of him, and his forehead hit Isri's arms.

Holding Cecil's waist, Isri helped him up, bent over and hugged him through his legs: "Young master, are you in such a hurry?"

"You didn't seem to have so much to say before."

Cecil couldn't help but opened his mouth and replied, the current posture would only make him feel a little more uncomfortable.

"I see, sir."

Cecil is still a little excited about what it looks like outside now. From being locked at home to now, the time has been countless.

He raised his head, his eyes could not be opened due to the sunlight above his head, but Cecil still raised his head, as if it was the first time he had seen such sunlight, and it was warm on his body.

The carriage moved suddenly, and Cecil immediately grabbed the handle next to him, and he was stunned for a long time before he could react.

Involuntarily, Cehir looked at himself in such a disrespectful and flustered manner, almost like a child who had just seen the world, which made outsiders laugh.

There are a lot of people in the market today. After the spring, all the melons and fruits are fresh, and people squeeze their heads to get inside.

In the central square ahead, a person of his age was holding a child who had just learned to walk.

Those little feet wobbled, resting for a few seconds every time he took a step, and then looked at his brother with a smile.

Cecil was lying by the window, a little lost in thought, but soon, the carriage turned a corner, leaving only the glass reflecting his own appearance on the window.

"Isri." Cecil yelled, "I want to get out of the car."

Isri paused for a moment, then parked the car on the side of the road, bumped all the way, regained strength in his legs, and Cecil supported Isri's arm and stepped down the steps.

Cecil walked very slowly, which was okay at first, but later on, he could always feel that countless eyes were staring at him.

That contemptuous and disgusting gaze was falling on him mercilessly.