canary in cage

Cecil's eyelids were heavy, even if hot water poured onto his body, his brows were only slightly wrinkled, and he finally didn't open his eyes.

After cleaning it, it looked much better than before. Holding it in my arms, it seemed so light that it would be blown away in the next second.

Originally, he wanted to put the person back on the bed, but seeing the current scene on the bed, in the end, he carried him to his room.

When he returned to Cecil's room, the smell of wine and blood stimulated his brain, as if he was condemning himself for a crime.

The heavy curtains were drawn open, and the outside sun shone on his face, his piercing eyes could not be opened. Isri turned around, looked at his atrocities on the bed, and frowned.

After tidying up and cleaning the bathroom, Isri realized from the mirror that he was also in a mess now.

The clothes on her body were stretched casually around her waist, and several buttons on the collar of her shirt were torn off, and she was in a panic.

Isri didn't go back to change his clothes immediately, but cleaned up thoroughly, and stood at the door of the room after no traces could be seen.

He was guilty, he had never been so flustered, his heart seemed to be bitten by countless ants, whether the people inside were awake now, and what would happen after waking up, all of this was unknown.

He began to regret his actions a little bit, recalling carefully, since Cecil came back, he never seemed to have smiled.

He was really crazy, he wanted to keep Cecil by his side, he wanted to completely possess this superior god who belonged to him.

But all of these were foreshadowing, hinting at what to write, Isri raised his hand, and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Knowing that knocking on the door would have no result, but subconsciously knocked a few times.

Pushing the door open, a fresh smell of soap rushed into the nostrils, which seemed incompatible with the pungent smell of alcohol and blood just now.

The person on the bed hadn't woken up yet, and Yisli stood in front of the wardrobe and unbuttoned his body. Seeing this, Yisli hated himself for the first time.

In the end, it was himself who hurt Cehir the most, and he used obscene means.

He just wanted this person to be by his side, and Isri turned his head, looking at that white to somewhat transparent face, his heart stopped suddenly.

Discarding the thoughts in his mind, Isri quickly threw the clothes on the ground and changed into a new set of clothes.

But when he turned his head, the air in the room seemed to be sucked out suddenly, the person on the bed woke up Hela, and now the sight was on him.

Isri's throat was blocked, his whole body froze in place, his eyes looked in other directions, and he didn't dare to look at Cehir.

"Where is this...?" Cecil opened his mouth hoarsely.

There was no yelling and cursing as imagined, nor was there the voice telling him to get the hell out of him that had been yelling thousands of times in his head.

All imaginations completely collapsed in these few words. Isri took a step forward and opened his mouth: "My room."

Cecil didn't speak, and tried to move his body a few times, but when he saw that the pain was severe, he gave up, and then opened his mouth.

"I'm hungry."

Isri clenched his fists tightly, leaned slightly, bowed and said, "I'll go get ready."

Why so quiet?Isri walked to the corridor, and the long-lost air was willing to get in from his nasal cavity.

Even if you yell at yourself now and tell yourself to go away, it's better than not saying a word and pretending you didn't do anything.

why so quiet......

The owner of the Kritis family, who had always been aloof and was unwilling to admit defeat, showed himself the most embarrassing side time and time again, but he completely destroyed it.

"Hiss..." Isri frowned slightly, looking at the finger cut by the knife.

After being stunned for a long time, he put his fingers in the cold water, and it was not until the soaked wounds turned a little white that Isri reacted and took out his hands.

After the soup was ready and served, Cecil fell into a coma again. Isri sighed in a low voice. Just when he was about to put the bowl on the bedside, the person on the bed opened his eyes at some point.

"What did you do?" Cecil's voice was still hoarse.

Isri stopped his movements, put the soup back on the dining car, bent down and helped Cecil sit up.

I thought that Cehir would hide, which was considered a comfort to myself, but the fact made Isri stunned again.

Not only did Cehir not dodge, but on the contrary, he was cooperating with him. Isri stopped for a while, and Cehir raised his head in confusion, and met Isri's gaze.

Isri evaded a little, and moved quickly: "It's thick soup, the young master needs to add some nutrition."

Cecil was a little hurt from being pulled by Isri, and he took a breath, but didn't say anything.

After setting up the shelf on the bed, Cecil pushed back the hair hanging on the side of his face, and picked up the spoon on the table. Because the sleeves of the clothes were a bit big, when he raised his hand, it slid down to his forearm.

The bruises on the wrists were glaring, Isri glanced at them, then turned his head and didn't dare to look any further, but Cecil seemed to be invisible, drinking the soup in the bowl silently.

Cecil lowered his head, his soft hair slipped from the back of his neck, revealing his clean and fair skin. It seemed that this was the only place that was spotless.

The bones protrude slightly, forming a beautiful arc, but after looking at it, you can vaguely see other marks on the neck, which are so dazzling...

Seeing that Cehir finished eating and Isli was packing up the things on the table, Cehir glanced around, moved his fingertips, and opened his mouth.

"Is the room ready?"

"Okay, I'll take the young master there." Isri obeyed Cehir's words, but he was still evading.

After all, he was still unfamiliar, and Esri used the most common action of holding Cecil, and Cecil couldn't hold back, but directly cried out in pain.

Isri was taken aback, quickly adjusted his posture, and quickly sent him back to the room.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Cecil's weak voice sounded again: "You should study hard, if you don't make sure, I might die on the bed next time."

Isri turned his back to Cecil, his brows were tightly locked together, his hands were clenched and trembling unconsciously, he didn't know what he was angry with, or what he was afraid of.

"Angry? Or do you just like this?" Cecil exhaled lightly, with an arc at the corner of his mouth, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"With such a body, how many times do you think he can bear it? Twice? Or..."

"Master!" Isri opened his mouth and suppressed Cehir's voice: "Stop talking."

Cecil didn't care, looked up at the blurry ceiling, and opened his mouth calmly.