canary in cage

The wind on the mountain was much stronger than the one below, and Yisli consciously stood at the outlet of the wind, and finally saw clearly what was in front of him. The tombstone was not big, but there was only one, and there was only a simple sentence on it.

'here your souls will be buried'

As for the tombstone, Esri only knew one thing, that there were no corpses here, and those corpses had been burned away in a fire long ago.

Involuntarily, Isri felt sorry for Cehir who was standing beside him.

But when he turned his head, Cehir didn't have any expression on his face, he just stared blankly, letting the wind mess up his hair.

Now it seems that Cehir is really still a child, and he has disappeared without a trace before he has time to feel anything.

It seemed that until this time, Isri suddenly realized why Cehir didn't ruthlessly sell himself, or in other words, kill himself.

The reason is very simple, so simple that Isri can't even imagine it.

If he disappeared, Cecil would have no one to rely on.

Hall left the mansion very early, and when they met again, it was more of a fear of the powerful. The so-called feelings were nothing but old love in the past.

Thinking of this, Isri only felt that he was a heinous bastard.

Cecil had too many things he didn't want to express, but he ignored it over and over again. Isri clenched his hands and his throat was a little choked.

Cecil stood for a long time, and Isri stood with him for a long time. No one knew what the two were thinking. Perhaps only this moment was the time when two people who were so different from each other could think clearly. .

At noon, Cecil moved slowly, looked at the tree with green leaves above his head, and slightly hooked his lips: "Let's go home."

Isri nodded, and followed Cehir, looking at Cehir's back, as if this person would not belong to him in the next second, as if if he didn't do anything else, this person would be killed snatched away.

It wasn't until Cehir came to the carriage that Isri stopped.

"Master!"

Cecil's hand holding the car door paused, then turned his head to look at Isri, but Isri didn't speak, stepped forward, opened the car door, and looked at Cehir.

After that, he grabbed Cehir and put him on the side of the seat. Before Cehir could react, Isri leaned over, and immediately after, that familiar yet unfamiliar lips fell down.

Isri clasped Cehir's head, Cehir struggled a little and then gave up letting Isri move, until the air in his mouth was plundered, and Cehir started to struggle again.

Seeing this, Isri let go of Cehir, her pinkish lips were flushed by the kiss, and there was also a blush under her eyes.

"Can you pay attention!"

Cehir glared at Isri, but did not question or curse. The tails of Isri's eyes moved, and the buzzing sound continued to ring in his brain.

Isri seemed to be on his head, and put his hands through Cecil's arms and put the person directly behind the seat. He also stepped on the carriage with his own strength and closed the door.

At this moment, Cehir felt as if he had fallen into the wolf's mouth. He looked at Isri with some embarrassment, and moved back indiscernibly.

But the carriage was not big, and it leaned against the other side with a distance of two steps. Cecil looked at Isri, not knowing what to say.

Isri waited for Cehir to catch his breath, and when he saw that he was stable, Isri pressed up again, pinning Cehir tightly under his arms.

"Hmm..." Before Cehir had time to resist, Isri's words came down again, plundering Cehir unscrupulously as if swearing sovereignty.

Cecil could only raise his hand, firmly grasping the clothes on Isri's chest, feeling the air gradually draining from his head.

Every time when he was about to suffocate, Esri let go of Cehir, and Cehir unconsciously leaned on Isri's shoulder and panted heavily, sending air into his mouth with big gulps.

The lips have long been turned bright red by the mouth, looking very tempting/tempting.

For the last time, Isri did not keep his mouth shut, but pressed his thumb lightly on Cehir's lips, and Isri turned his head sideways to put the last mouth on his thumb.

"Master, I love you." Isri opened his mouth in a low voice: "I don't think I will ever leave you."

Cecil opened his eyes and looked at Isri, his brows twitched, he stretched out his hand and gently lifted Isri's chin with his fingertips, his voice was unsteady.

"How about this sentence, you say it again by my name?"

They seemed to be dating lovers hiding in the dark. The hero was fascinated by the beauty in front of him. Isri put his fingers into Cecil's soft hair, and his voice was low and soft.

"Master, this is what you tempted me..."

Saying that, the last mouth that was said became the penultimate one. This mouth was longer than any of the previous ones. The two people's noses were intertwined, and the surrounding air became hotter.

Isri is enjoying the changes in his body, but he is not doing it. This is not enough at this time, he has to wait, waiting for Cehir to fully accept his own day.

Once again, after depriving Cehir of the air in his mouth, Isri reluctantly moved his head away and placed it next to Cehir's ear, his voice as low as a cello.

"Cehir, I love you."

Cecil pushed Isri aside and looked out of the window: "Go home!"

The corners of Isri's lips twitched slightly, and he opened the car door and responded, "Yes."

Sitting in the car, Cehir calmed down for a while, and then opened the curtain again to observe the outside.

Although Bonnar Yilin is now in power, the management is better than the former queen, but after all, she is a person of blood, and the gap is so large that Cecil is a little worried.

The more you think about this person, the more likely you are to see him. As soon as Cecil arrived home, Bonnar Yilin was already waiting at the door.

When Cecil saw it, he felt as if he had stabbed the queen's nest recently.

As soon as Bonnar Yilin saw Cehir, she opened her mouth and looked at Isri: "Please show Bourne around."

Even the way of sending them off is so casual now, Cehir exhaled and asked respectfully, "What can your Majesty want from me?"

"Let's go in and talk slowly." Bonnar Yilin smiled and opened her mouth.

Cecil followed Bonar Yilin, and felt that Bonnar Yilin was more familiar with his home than himself.

It wasn't until the two of them sat down that Cehir realized that Bonnar Yilin's complexion was not very good, which made Cehir's heart suspend.

"How many years has he been with you?" Bonnard Yilin asked straight to the point.

Cecil blurred some numerical values ​​and opened his mouth to answer: "Ten years."

Speaking of this, Bonnar Yilin frowned, all these expressions were caught in Cecil's eyes.