canary in cage

As he said that, Isri pressed his body down, ruthlessly leaving his own marks on Cehir's body.

After a while, Cecil's collarbone turned red, and the corners of his eyes became watery. Isri lowered his head and moved gently and gracefully.

Cecil's voice was fragmented, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time.

"Isri...you...I just mean...you slow down."

Isri smiled, raised his hand through Cecil's leg, and spread his leg a little wider: "The young master's body is really soft."

Cecil's face was blushing, and when he turned his head and spoke again, he was a little hard to say: "Isri... I can't do it, you stop."

"Cehir..." Isri sighed out the name softly, leaned down, covered Cehir's half-open mouth with warm lips, and moved away after a while.

"The young master said it was this opportunity, how could I not cherish it?"

Cecil had no time to think about what to say next, and the affection in his eyes was getting stronger, so he could only unintentionally beg for mercy.

"It's not...next time, or in the future...you...uh...·"

Cecil bit his lower lip, not daring to let himself make a sound, for fear that Isri would laugh at him, but the more Cecil did this, the more Isri liked it.

The red eyes, and the slightly swollen lips from the mouth, are just like a little rabbit who has fallen in love, very cute.

"What did the young master say?" Isri smirked: "I didn't hear it."

Cecil's hands were free, and he tightly grasped the bed sheet beside him. His fair body was also pinkish at this moment, and he was so tempting that he wanted to eat it clean.

"I said... in the future, there will be a chance next time." Cecil repeated the remaining words in his mind intermittently.

Isri's eyes showed tenderness, his movements were lighter than before, and his eyes fell on the scar on his left wrist.

"Young master, I don't intend to let you go today." Isri tilted his head and put his lips on the scar: "Because, this is what you promised me."

In the end, Cecil was tired and fell asleep first. Isri gently brushed off the hair on Cecil's forehead, wiped off the water remaining in the corners of his eyes, and hugged him horizontally.

After the cleaning, the sky outside had already darkened. After putting the person back on the bed, Esri did not go back immediately, but sat by the bed and watched for a while.

This feeling is somewhat unreal. They seem to be aliens from this era, living in a meek existence. In this so-called aristocratic castle with few people, there are two traitors of the era.

Isri felt that his fingertips were a little cold. This matter was obviously gratifying, but he didn't want to. At the moment he got Cecil, he wanted everyone to know, but he couldn't and couldn't do it.

For a moment, his heart was a little congested, Isri choked his throat, bent over slowly, and pressed his cold lips against Cecil's forehead.

"Master, good night, see you tomorrow."

The person on the bed was breathing evenly, as if he was having a sweet dream, it was very warm, and the night was long and peaceful.

On the next day, Isri prepared the clothes for going out early, and this year's Christmas was approaching again.

Cecil rubbed his eyes, and sat up from the bed with difficulty, as if someone stepped on his lower back severely, the pain was severe.

It wasn't until Isri came in through the door that Cehir gave him a hard look. With an apology on his face, Esri half-kneeled in front of Cehir.

"Master, good morning."

Seeing Isri's face, Cehir couldn't breathe out of anger, and tilted his head: "It's good for you to rest."

Isri got up, lifted Cehir's arm and slowly put on his clothes, from time to time, he used his fingertips to slide over the marks left by last night.

"Will the young master forgive me?" Isri buttoned his collar, and Cecil raised his head to meet Isri's gaze.

"see your performance."

Isri raised the corner of her lips: "Yes."

After putting on the clothes, Cehir's feet fell to the ground when he fell forward. It was Isri who reacted in time and scooped up Cehir.

Isri ninja smiled and asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

Cecil was held in his arms, and the tips of his ears were a little red: "Why don't you know about me?"

Isri chuckled, and hugged Cehir horizontally again, with a somewhat disappointed tone.

"It's a pity, the young master has grown taller, so he can't be hugged like before."

"You like it before?" Cecil raised his head and looked at Isri, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"How could it be?" Isri tilted his head and pushed the door of the room open: "I like everything young master."

"Smart words." Cecil closed his eyes, no longer intending to look at Isri.

After walking to the door, Isri opened his mouth again: "Master, it's snowing."

Cecil seemed to be playing a little temper, and stopped talking after oh, Isri could only smile helplessly, and put him into the carriage.

After the door was closed, Cecil opened his eyes and looked outside the curtain. There was only a thin layer of pine trees, but the whole forest was dyed white, and the shrubs were wrapped in silver, which looked pretty.

Cecil supported his head, never tired of seeing this scene.

There are not many people in the central square, they are all a group of children playing in the snow, a pine tree has been erected in the center, and the women have begun to decorate with their own things.

Cecil was dazed after watching it for a while, and it was almost Christmas after going around and around. After careful calculation, less than two years had passed. There were too many things that happened, so many that he thought it had been several years. .

This year, he will spend Christmas with Isri.

"Master." Yisili knocked on the small window suddenly, Cecil was stunned for a moment, looked back at Yisili, and pushed the small window open.

"what happened?"

Isri smiled, but couldn't see the intention: "I'm going to buy something, you wait here for a while."

"what?"

Isri still smiled: "Can I keep it a secret?"

Seeing that Isri had no intention of saying anything, Cehir didn't pursue the question any more, and turned his head away in response.

Isri parked the carriage on the side of the road, got out of the carriage, and disappeared after turning into an alley.

There was no mystery about what to buy, Cecil propped his head, looking out of the window boredly, outside the street there were almost two pairs of people sticking together tightly, talking and laughing.

Cecil watched, with a wry smile unconsciously from the corner of his mouth. For him and Isri, they could only go forward and backward.

Looking bored, Cecil put down the curtain and leaned against the back seat to squint.

When will their hiding guys be discovered, and what will happen if they are discovered, will they be escorted to the stake?

Like watching those two embrace for the first time, surrounded by fire?

He didn't want to, even if it was like this, that kind of thing didn't belong to them. Even if they were finally discovered, they might bury themselves in the rose garden at that time.

"Master, I've bought it." Isri's voice came into his ears, and Cecil turned around and smiled in response.