canary in cage

Although the wound on his body was tearing and hurting, every time he opened his eyes and looked at Cecil's back, he felt that he would feel much better.

Cehir did not bring Isri back to Hall, but Hall followed Cehir all the way back to the main house on the mountain.

Hall glanced at the wound on Isri's body, and he didn't show any mercy in his movements. He wrapped the blanket indiscriminately, and directly resisted the man on his shoulders.

Isri was startled suddenly, and took a breath: "You put me down!"

The strength in Hall's hands became stronger, and he tightly locked Isri's waist on his shoulders: "What are you doing with it? Can you walk by yourself?"

Isri lowered his head, his face was slightly flushed, and his voice was shaken intermittently: "Young master sees...it will be bad."

Hall listened, and laughed in a low voice: "So what if I see it? I can change my position!"

As he said that, Hall raised the corners of his lips, and immediately took Isri off his shoulders and hugged him in his arms. Since the blanket was very long, Esri was held in his arms like a big girl.

Hall didn't treat Isri like a patient at all. He only had one principle when he looked at Isri, and that was as long as he didn't die.

Cecil followed behind, he couldn't help taking a breath, and followed Hall embarrassingly.

Hall was rude and rude, and he treated the wound without any ambiguity, just like the wound on Isri's body was tightly packed.

"Change the medicine every three days, do it yourself!" Standing beside Isri's bed, Hall ordered.

Isri was lying on the bed, his lips turned white from the pain. Seeing that Isri could not speak, Cehir got up from the stool and opened his mouth.

"You go back first."

Hall looked at Cehir, his brows twitched slightly, and the emotions in his eyes were a bit complicated. When he turned around and walked to the door of the room, he turned his head to look at Cehir.

"Master..." Hall opened his mouth, his eyes full of pity.

"Ok?"

Hall gritted his teeth, finally let out a breath, tilted his head and opened his mouth: "Don't be polite to him."

Cecil was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips: "Okay."

After Hall left, Cecil started to look at the person on the bed again.

"Can you sit up?"

Isri slowly opened his eyes, not daring to look at Cecil: "Yes, young master."

The whitish knuckles grabbed the bed sheet, trying to prop himself up, and the veins on the back of his hand were intricate, and it was obvious that he had used a lot of strength.

Isri bit his lower lip subconsciously, and finally propped himself up in an arc, but his hands slipped accidentally, and his whole body fell down again.

"Hmm..." There was a cry of pain from below, and the sound of breathing became rapid.

Cehir's expression remained unchanged, he bent down and put his arm through Isri's, and began to exert force as he made a gesture.

Isri didn't dare to delay, and quickly followed Cehir's force and started to act by himself.

"Drink water." Cecil leaned Isri against the bed, and passed the water on the table to Isri's mouth.

"Master... I..." Isri raised his eyes to meet Cecil's gaze, and then lowered his head after a glance: "I... can't lift my arm..."

Isri's voice was very low, like a child who did something wrong and lowered his head and dared not admit it, Cehir looked at the tips of Isri's ears that had begun to turn red, and the corners of his lips curled into an arc.

"Open your mouth."

With these two simple words, Isri's ears turned completely red in an instant, and after struggling for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and put his lips on the side of the cup.

Cecil looked sideways at the slowly rolling Adam's apple on Isri's neck, a little amused, and only opened his mouth again when the water level dropped to half.

"Are you still interested in my body now?"

Suddenly, there was a violent coughing sound in the room, and the physiological reaction made the corners of his eyes turn red, and then Isri raised his head to meet Cecil's gaze.

The voice was a bit forbearing: "Master... I... didn't..."

There was a flash of playfulness in Cecil's eyes, he put the cup in his hand on the bedside, took a step forward, met Isri's gaze again, and spoke softer than before.

"Is it not now, or not in the future?"

Isri's eyes widened, and she looked at Cecil in disbelief. Those phoenix eyes contained all the emotions of this life, and she was a little at a loss.

"Master...I..." Isri swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "I...·"

After trying for a long time, Yisli couldn't say a complete sentence, but his ears were almost familiar.

Cecil glanced at the stool behind him, sat on it, and his voice returned to his previous calm: "Okay, let's talk about business."

Isri was stunned for a moment, as if cold water had been poured on his head, he turned his head and looked at Cecil.

"What?" Isri asked.

"Why did you hide from me what happened back then?" Cehir's gaze became firmer.

"What... what is it?" Isri probably guessed [-]% to [-]% of it, and glanced to the side again.

"The queen is dead, I will listen to you slowly." Cecil propped his arms on the table and lightly rested his head on it.

Isri's pupils shrank, and he lowered his head: "It was the master who begged the queen to keep you, and it was the master who handed you over to me."

"That's not the question I'm asking you." Cecil was a little irritable, frowning slightly.

Isri hesitated, twisting the quilt with his fingertips, his lips parted slightly: "I just don't want you, young master, to live in revenge."

Cecil heard it a little funny, straightened his body, and there was some anger in his voice: "So, you let me be like a fool, living under her control all day long?".

"No, I just want you to...·"

Isri glanced at the wound on Cehir's wrist, he was a little choked up and couldn't speak, he wanted Cehir to live a safe and happy life, as if in the end, he was the one who ruined everything.

"What do you want me to do?" Cecil chuckled, "Do you want me to be like a fool all the time, cheerfully respecting my enemies?"

Isri heard that his heart seemed to be twisted by a dozen big men, and suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Cehir, no matter whether it was ridicule or teasing, he was willing to accept it.

"I just want you to live in peace, not to be occupied by revenge."

Isri's words were almost yelled out, and the shrug of his breathing disordered shoulders could be clearly seen. Isri closed his eyes, waiting for Cehir's voice.

But after waiting for a long time, the imaginary voice did not come down, and after a long time, Isri raised his head.

Those blue eyes looked at him, as if he had brought him into the deep sea. After a long while, Cecil opened his lips.

"I hope you will do what you say."