canary in cage

Isri stared wide-eyed, looking at the person in front of him, his whole brain nerves were entwined like a mess, and the humming sound rushed into his ears.

Cecil opened his eyes and stared straight at the person in front of him, with some sarcasm in his eyes.

"Isri, you coward."

Isri still couldn't react from the shock, so he could only stammer, subconsciously opened his mouth and said, "Young...Master..."

Cecil laughed lightly, looked at Isri without hesitation, and moved closer, the scent of roses lingering in his nostrils became stronger.

"Isri, didn't it go well when I was called by my name just now? Why don't you call me now?"

Listening to Cehir's words, Isri's nerves have been blown to pieces, Cehir looked at Isri and smiled.

"I'm afraid you have forgotten that I sleep very lightly when it rains."

Isri couldn't listen to what he said now, and his body froze in place. Cecir heard what he said, so what would Cecir think?

hate it?Or disgusting?

Cehir moved his body and sat up from the bed. The sound of rain outside was still going on. Cehir turned his head sideways and looked at Isri beside him, his voice weakened a little.

"Isri, is what you just said true?"

At this time, Isri's nerves recovered a bit, and he propped himself up from the bed, looking at Cecil.

"it is true."

The tips of Isri's ears turned red again, and Cehir smiled subconsciously when he saw Isri's current appearance.

"If you say I've changed, you're not much less than me."

"Master... I..." Isri lowered his head, he was a little thankful that the surroundings were dark, otherwise Cecil would have seen such a miserable side of himself.

"Why don't you try it and call me by my name." Cecil moved closer to Isri.

Isri's nervous hands are trembling now, and he can't do it when facing Cehir in such a sober state.

Cehir knew that Isri didn't dare, so he laughed lowly: "Say it, I'll tell you what I think of you."

Isri was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and looked at Cehir, those eyes were like gems that had fallen into the sea, looking at him.

"Se... Cehir." Isri turned his gaze away and shouted out with trembling lips.

Now Isri seems to have just come out of a hot pot, sitting on the bed is almost like sitting on a needle.

A smile appeared in Cecil's eyes, he moved his body, and sat up from the bed.

"Then I will tell you my opinion now."

Isri was a little surprised and a little nervous, slightly raised his head and looked at Cecil.

What would Cecil say?No matter what he said, he would not mind, Isri clenched his fingertips and waited slowly.

The raindrops outside were beating against the window, and Cecil turned his head sideways to look at Isri carefully. After a second passed, Cehir raised his fingers and gently lifted Isri's chin.

Here it comes, Isri's heartbeat is even happier.

But in the next second, Cehir's actions caused Isri's nerves to completely collapse.

The slender body slowly moved up, and the knee crossed one of his legs and placed between his legs. Now Cecil knelt in front of his eyes in a condescending posture.

Cecil wrapped his fingers around the hair on the side of Isri's ear, stroked his body, and an imperfect mouth fell on Isri's lips.

Cecil's voice was soft, and he turned his head to Isri's ear: "Isri, this is my answer."

The blond and soft hair was itchy on the neck, but Isri remained motionless, and the trembling on his body also stopped for a moment.

Cecil moved his body away and looked at Isri, with a growing smile on his face and a bit of temptation.

"You lost, coward."

Yes, he lost, this game was won by Cecil, completely.

He understands that Cehir is not willing to be compared to others, even if he is the one who is accepted, Cehir will not be reconciled, he will try his best to tell you that he is the leader.

"Young...Master..." Isri looked at Cecil who had already sat back, and turned his stuck head away.

Cecil pulled the quilt and lay down, with his back to Isri, and said lazily, "Sleep, I have given you the answer."

Listening to Cehir's words, Isri's body finally recovered from his stiffness, the corners of his lips still had the warmth just now, and unconsciously, Isri raised his hand to touch the corners of his own mouth.

"Why doesn't the young master hate me?" Isri looked at Cehir's back and asked his own question for a long time.

Cecil still turned his back, couldn't see his expression clearly, and his voice still sounded lazy: "Because this is my revenge for you, and I want you to never forget it in your life."

this life……····

Isri was stunned for a moment, and was about to open his mouth to continue asking, but Cecil seemed to know it, and opened his mouth to interrupt.

"You want me to answer your questions tonight?"

It was only then that Isri came to his senses, shut his mouth and stopped talking, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Today is undoubtedly the most energetic day for Isri. Even lying on the bed, the feeling at the corners of his lips still hasn't disappeared. This was printed by Cecil himself, even though it was revenge as he said.

Revenge is fine, just keep retaliating like this.

After the rainy day, the fog dissipated a lot, and the long-lost sunshine came through the clouds.

After Bonnar Irene became queen, the Green Lanka church's plan to be elected as the Holy Son stopped, and Sehir took over as a matter of course.

As a result, Kritis' influence has expanded, and when the prayer ceremony is held again, the church is still overcrowded.

This time, Isri did not wait outside, but he was also a member of this group of believers, watching the Holy Son standing under the holy light of colored glaze, the Holy Son who belonged to him in the end.

Bonnar Yilin came to visit from time to time, and some nobles' eyes were red and smoldering, but in the end they could only bow down to the powerful.

Cecil would use different reasons to prevaricate each time. Although Bonnar Yilin said that he didn't care, people who are uncertain will always change their plans in the next second.

Everyone is aware of the feudal autocracy in this era, but everyone is living carefully and constantly improving their status. After all, only in this way can they effectively isolate themselves from being strangled in their own beds in the middle of the night.

The weather was getting colder, snow fell on the streets again, and this year's sacrifice was here again. Cecil tightened the cloak on his shoulders and got off the carriage.

"Let's go together." Cecil looked at Isri and opened his mouth.

Isri was stunned for a moment, and then bowed and followed Cehir. With every step up the mountain, Isri's heart beat faster.

This was the first time he was allowed to come up, which meant that Cehir was accepting himself, Isri thought, staring straight at Cehir's back.