canary in cage

Looking at Cecil's expression, Isri's body stiffened severely, but in the end he lowered his head and folded his hands together.

Now he wished he didn't have these two hands, and he had to obey when facing Cehir.

The gloves came off bit by bit, and the hands that were red from the cold hadn't slowed down yet. After all, they were only that big, and the gloves were taken off completely within a few seconds.

Subconsciously, Isri withdrew his left hand back and curled his fist.

In fact, Cecil already knew what Isri had in his hand, wearing a ring on his ring finger.

This ring looked a little familiar, Cehir stood up and took a step forward.

"Engagement at this price?" Cecil's voice was not loud, and there was a bit of sarcasm in it when he listened carefully.

As expected, Isri couldn't bear this trick, and he froze for a second and quickly explained: "No! It's just..."

Suddenly, the words stuck in his throat could not be uttered, and the tips of Isri's ears turned red from being suppressed.

"It's just... what?" Cecil walked up to Isri, stretched out his hand and lightly pulled Isri's sideways arm.

Isri didn't dare to resist, so he could only let Cehir pull his arm out. Only when he got closer did Cehir see it clearly.

This is a black-gold ring. There is a circle of inconspicuous patterns engraved on the surface of the ring. You can only see it clearly when you look closely. It is a thorn.

Cecil was also stunned for a moment, thinking that Isri was carrying the one he had before, but he didn't expect that it was just similar in appearance, and the one in Isri's hand was more like a pair of rings.

Cecil lowered his head, chuckled lightly, put Isri's hand down, and opened his mouth tentatively: "It's just a matching ring with the one I had before?"

Almost instantly, Isri tightened his fists, and the blush ran all the way from his neck to his earlobes, and the words that were stuck in his throat came out of Cehir's mouth verbatim.

Cehir raised his head slowly, and got closer to Deisri. The sound of breathing came and went in his ears. Cehir raised his hand and moved towards Isri's ear unhurriedly.

Isri was about to lose his balance, and subconsciously wanted to escape from the hand in front of him, but Cecil would never do what Isri wanted.

"Don't move!" With an order that was neither high nor low, Isri immediately froze in place like a log.

Cecil skipped over his ear, stretched out his hand, and took down an inconspicuous plush that fell on the top of his head.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" Cecil looked at Isri and said jokingly.

"No..." Isri opened his mouth with difficulty, not daring to meet Cehir.

Cecil raised the corners of his lips, and took a step forward. Almost this time, the distance between the two of them was almost close to each other. Cecil's voice was soft and elegant.

"yes?"

Esri choked his throat, turned his head to the other side, but his body and mouth were not in sync at all: "Yes", as soon as he finished speaking, he took a step back.

Cecil's movements seemed to stop abruptly, and his voice calmed down, and he retreated back: "Go up and put hot water, I want to wash it."

"Now?" Isri glanced at the time, a little surprised.

"To burn the fireplace for the servant in the middle of the night, the master asked..."

"Yes, I'll go right now."

As he spoke, Isri's face turned even redder, and he hurriedly interrupted Cehir's words, bowed his head in salute, and hurriedly pulled his legs apart and walked upstairs.

Cecil gave a low laugh, and followed Isri with playfulness in his eyes.

It was already quiet at night, and coupled with the emptiness of the bathroom, the slight breathing was magnified several times.

Cehir stood behind Isri, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the stone platform beside him. Cehir's face remained unchanged, and he walked over and sat on it.

After the hot water was put in, Yisli turned around and bent over and said, "Master, the water is ready."

"Yeah," Cecil replied.

As a gesture, Isri was about to turn around and leave, but he was stopped by Cecil in the next second.

"Change clothes, do you want me to change myself?"

Once again, Isri froze on the spot, looked back at Cehir with complicated eyesight, walked to Cehir's side after a long while, and pulled up his sleeve.

"Sorry, master."

Isri let out a soft breath, and carried Cecil off the table and put him on the ground. The wide pajamas were quickly taken off, and there were no dazzling purple marks on his fair body.

With his arms around his waist, Isri put Cehir into the water, stood up, and sorted out the things beside him.

The hot water just covered his shoulders, and within a few seconds of lying in the bathtub, he felt drowsy. Cecil turned his head sideways and looked at Isri's back, and suddenly another bad idea came to his mind.

"Isri." Cecil called out.

Isri put down the things in his hands, and half-kneeled beside Cecil: "What do you need, young master?"

Cecil opened his eyes and met Isri's gaze. When his arms were stretched out from the bathtub, there was still a slight heat on them.

The pinky fingertips gently lifted the tie on Isri's chest, and Cecil twisted the tie around his hand with a smile in his eyes.

"You are more familiar with that mirror than I am." Cecil looked away.

Isri didn't need to look back to know what Cehir was talking about, that is, for a moment, all the memories of the past flashed in Isri's head like a revolving lantern.

Cehir, who never mentioned this matter, actually brought it up now without concealing it. In this posture, Isri looked at Cehir and frowned slightly unconsciously.

"Master..." Isri's tone was very soft, with obvious intolerance and apology in his voice.

Cecil didn't pay attention, but moved his body out, and the body soaked in hot water was displayed in front of Isri with extreme temptation.

Cecil's hand holding the tie used some strength, and pulled Isri in front of him, his voice rang in his ears like a poisonous snake.

"Why don't you dare now?" Cecil smiled and opened his mouth: "Then how did you do it before?"

Isri was stunned, and looked at Cehir with wide eyes, speechless. Although the face in front of him was seductive, it was more of an invisible distress.

His young master, his only Cecil, was pushed into the abyss by himself.

"How about..." Cecil let go of the tie, reached into the shirt at Isri's neck, and wrapped it around the precarious button: "You teach me?"

It was as if someone had stepped on his heart severely, and his breath was suppressed and he couldn't breathe.

Isri gritted his teeth, and grabbed Cehir's wrist, with little strength, but Isri was trembling.

Cecil smiled, with a provocative voice: "How?"