canary in cage

Isri pulled Cehir's hand away, tried his best to match his eyes with Cehir, and managed to make his voice come out of his throat.

"Master, please don't do this."

Isri's voice trembled, and Cehir could feel that the fingertips touching his arm were cold, but Cehir would never let go of any chance.

"Is this unbearable?"

"Master..." Isri stopped Cehir's voice again.

"Whether you punish me, deport me, or sell me to other people, I will accept it. Don't do this..." Isri lowered his head, held Cecil's hand tightly, and then let go go down.

Cecil raised his arms and propped himself on the edge of the bathtub, looked at the person in front of him, and after a few seconds, retracted his hands and got up from the bathtub.

"I'm sleepy and don't want to move."

Isri moved his stiff fingers, and Cehir's appearance returned to its original appearance. Isri frowned and got up.

"Yes."

The bath towel wrapped Cehir completely, and Isri moved lightly, and put him on the bed in his arms.

At this time, it seemed that it was raining outside, hitting the windows and relieving the silence in the room.

Isri wiped Cehir's hair with a dry towel. Cehir was really sleepy, and he swayed back and forth several times.

Suddenly, a burst of thunder outside woke Cehir up, and he opened his mouth after a while: "Stay with me tonight."

"Okay." Isri responded to Cehir's words.

After tidying up Cecil, Heraisli moved the stool next to him and sat by the bed, his body straightened as if lying in front of him was a monster that could eat people at any time.

Cecil had a smile on his face, looked at Isri, moved his body to the side, and opened his mouth: "Why are you sitting so upright? It's like I'm punishing you."

"No, young master, I'm used to it." Isri clenched his fingertips and opened his mouth to reply.

"Are you sleepy?" Cecil opened his mouth and asked, the sound of the rain outside became louder.

Before Isri could respond, Cehir opened his mouth and said, "Come on."

Hearing what Cecil said, Isri's remaining nerves suffered another devastating blow, and he quickly got up: "No, young master, it's okay for me to accompany you like this."

Cecil's gaze turned cold, and he propped himself up to sit up: "What? Don't you dare?"

"This is against the rules." Isri tensed his nerves and said this sentence. He could already imagine what Cecil would say in the next second to attack him.

"What you said is the same thing. I haven't seen you so disciplined before." Cecil chuckled: "Then this is my order, and you want to disobey it?"

Isri lowered his head, and his voice was weak: "Don't dare."

Cecil frowned slightly: "Come up."

Isri clenched his fingertips: "I'm going to change clothes, this body is dirty."

After saying that, he turned and fled the scene. After closing the door of his room, Isri slid on the ground, panting heavily.

A servant and a master can lie on the same bed. If it gets out, it will be a laughingstock for others forever. Isri buried his head in his arms, and the previous things flooded in again.

It was also a night that was about to rain, and I drank a lot of wine and did a damn thing.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and the thunder was coming and going. Isri tremblingly got up from the ground, and walked to the wardrobe.

It was still the same attire, but this time he didn't wear a coat. When Isri returned to Cehir's room again, what he prayed for did not come true.

Cecil was still awake.

Seeing Isri come in, Cecil smiled: "Wearing so formally at night?"

Isri lowered her head, shirt, and straight pants, which really didn't look like clothes for sleeping. Cecil was so sleepy that he really couldn't wait for Isri to speak.

"Come up."

Isri nodded, and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, putting his legs on it, like a movable joint doll.

"I can eat you, hurry up." Cecil ordered again.

Isri didn't dare to disobey, and quickly pulled away a corner of the quilt, shrunk himself down, and lay on the side of the bed, as if there was a river between them.

Cehir slowly moved his body towards Esri, and there was a scent of roses in his breath, and Esri's eyes moved slightly, looking at Cehir who was gradually approaching.

"Master...it's too close." Isri opened his mouth to refuse.

Cecil didn't care at all, and now there was only a distance of less than two punches between the two of them, and Isri's body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

Cecil opened his eyes half-opened, and slowly opened his mouth: "Don't you want me to be by your side? Now that I'm here, why don't you look very happy?".

Isri looked at Cehir, and his eyes fell on the left hand that had been put up. The scar on the flesh was shocking, and Isri's heart twitched violently, and he looked at Cehir.

"I'm sorry...Master..."

Cecil did not speak, his half-opened eyes were closed, and his breathing became even.

It was still raining outside, and the thunder was still roaring continuously. Of the two people lying on the bed, only one of them still had his eyes open. Isri stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the wound.

This scar cannot be erased. Isri moved the end of his eyes, his vision darkened, and then he slowly opened his mouth.

"I'm happy, young master, I wish you were by my side all day long, but I don't want to see you like this." Isri's voice is very soft, very soft, and you can hear faint crying .

"I want you to go back to the way you were..."

Isri shrank back, and his voice became softer: "But... I know that this is impossible."

"Master..." Isri shouted in a low voice.

Afterwards, he slowly raised his hand and brushed Cecil's hair behind his ear. Isri paused, looked at the person in front of him, and finally moved his body forward.

A cold but apologetic mouth fell on Cehir's forehead, and with just a slight touch, Isri moved away.

"Cehir...I love you."

Esri suppressed the trill in his throat, and opened his mouth in a low voice. Like a thief, he could only hide in the dark. He didn't dare, and he didn't dare to do anything now.

Perhaps, this kind of feeling can only be hidden for the rest of his life, and it will be sealed in his own mouth until he is buried in the ground. He just needs to keep looking at Cecil like this.

All he wanted was to be able to stay by Cecil's side all the time.

Yes, he didn't dare anymore, he didn't dare to recall the lunatics in the past, he was just an out-and-out coward.

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Isri...I heard you."

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