canary in cage

Cecil washed quickly, and walked out of the bathroom in two or three strokes, finally leaving his unique smell on his body.

When Isri was brushing Cecil's hair, he couldn't help taking a few more breaths.

That night, Cehir lay on the bed, feeling even more excited. He was elected by the priest as the Holy Son, the first Holy Son in the West Asian continent in recent decades.

He worships the goddess of Green Lanka, and it is an extremely sacred thing to be able to be the holy son who protects people under her protection.

Cecil was so excited that he only slept for a few hours that night. He got up early the next day, took the clothes beside the bed and knocked on Isri's door.

Isri was stunned for a moment, then pushed the door open: "It's still early, the young master will sleep later."

Cehir looked at the clothes that Isri had already put on, and suddenly felt a little annoyed that he couldn't even wear simple clothes.

Little did he know that these clothes were tediously prepared by Isli, and it would take half a day for most people to wear them, let alone an immature person.

"I'm awake." Cecil looked into Isri's eyes, and lifted the clothes in his hand to Isri's eyes: "Teach me how to wear this."

Isri secretly laughed, and took the clothes in Cehir's hands.

"Master, this dress is very simple." Isri murmured softly, and stretched out his hand to untie the strap of Cehir's neckline: "Master, raise your arms."

Cecil listened to his words, and lifted his arms into the air, and the corners of Isri's lips curled up. By the time Cecil realized it, it was too late.

Isri pulled the loose pure white pajamas with ruffled leaves on his body, and lifted it up from his calf. The already loose clothes were not blocked by his arms, and his whole body was exposed all at once.

Cecil was shocked, and subconsciously stepped forward to snatch back the clothes in Isri's hands, but it was still a step too late. Esri bypassed himself and put the clothes on the hanger, and closed the door by the way.

"There will be wind sneaking in, and you will catch a cold."

What Easley said was grandiose.

The tips of Cecil's ears were red, so he had no choice but to hug his arms, his elbows and knees were slightly pink, and his whole body was extremely tender.

Isri's eyes were full of obsession, and there was an unpredictable smile on his face: "Master, let me teach you, don't be nervous."

Cehir stared at Isri, as if to declare his anger.

Isri put the inner coat on his arms. Although one arm was injured, it did not affect his operation at all.

"Young master, raise your arms." Isri knelt down and instructed in a slow voice.

Cehir was unmoved, and Isri looked up at Cehir, with a hint of provocative emotion in his eyes: "The young master is so nervous, I will think wrong."

Cecil's pupils widened sharply, and he stuffed his hands into his clothes in an instant.

The delicate and smooth skin slid across the ice silk inner garment, causing the hairs on the skin to tremble slightly. Isri pulled the clothes back, but couldn't button the collar in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, young master, I'm being rude for a while." After saying that, Isri opened his mouth and bit the glove on his fingertips and pulled it off his hand.

The thin lips were wrapped around the white teeth, and they were slightly opened to bite the gloves. The amber pupils drooped slightly, and the slender eyelashes fluttered in the air.

Cecil was stunned for a moment, and the tips of his ears turned redder unknowingly.

The smile on Isri's face did not weaken, and his voice became even more alluring through the cold air.

"Master, the first one has been tied, you try to get the second one?"

It was only then that Cecil came to his senses, stared blankly at Isri, and lowered his head to find that the neckline tutorial was over.

In order not to lose face, Cehir bit the bullet and raised his hand to button the second button on his chest.

This is different from ordinary buttons. It has double interlayers, which can perfectly hide the buttons. Cecil searched for a long time but couldn't find the location of the interlayer. When he raised his head, he found that Isri was gloating at himself.

"Master, do you need help?"

Cecil gritted his teeth and stared at Isri: "Are you asking knowingly?".

Isri chuckled, and raised his fingertips to place on his chest. Because they didn't have gloves, their skins would inevitably touch each other.

Cecil looked at Isri with a calm face, and began to feel a little disgusted with his behavior. He was obviously just a deacon. Isn't this kind of thing normal?

Cehir, who hypnotized himself like this, suddenly calmed down, and carefully watched Isri's teaching.

Isri's nimble fingers gently picked apart the thin layer of fabric on the clothes, and twisted the two sides together. His cold fingers slid across the warm skin, and soon the fine hairs on the surface stood up.

Very cute.

Isri buttoned the button with one hand, and said in a soft voice, "Master, you can leave everything to me, and you don't need to learn these things."

Cecil turned his gaze from a distance to Isri: "This is my request, you are just a deacon."

Cehir never spoke softly. Although he was afraid of the person in front of him to death, he was born with aristocratic background and was always superior.

Isri didn't notice any unpleasant expression on his face, but the smile was more obvious.

"I understand, young master, it was my mistake"

After finishing speaking, Isri stopped talking and moved his hands very slowly, carefully teaching how to put on clothes with his mouth.

But a strange thought arose in Isri's heart, what would it be like to bully this superior person in front of him to the point of crying?

But this thought only lasted for a few seconds. This kind of thought was too crazy, and I still couldn't hold it in. Isri glanced at Cecil's face reluctantly.

"Master, you are so beautiful today"

After finishing speaking, he stood up and saluted without leaving Cehir's voice: "I'll go prepare breakfast, young master, wait a moment."

Cecil froze on the spot, still thinking about what Isri said just now, and it took him a while to move forward.

Isri placed the mirror so high that Cecil stepped on his feet to see himself.

The bright golden short hair appeared in the mirror, and the sapphire blue eyes blinked twice.

is beautiful.

Isri was preparing breakfast when he heard a knock on the door outside.

The young master rarely came to visit. It was early in the morning, and Isri was a little confused. He put down the things in his hand, walked to the door, and opened a crack.

A man's head squeezed out of the door, with an awkward but soft smile on his face, looking at Isri.

"Excuse me, is Master Christys there?" He tiptoed to look inside, and said, "I'm a reporter, I want to interview."

Yisli narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, looking down at the person in front of him with disgust in his eyes.

"The young master has gone out, so he's not here." Isri still said calmly.

"But it's early in the morning, how could it be..." The reporter didn't finish speaking, and his eyes met Isri's eyes for a moment.

As if he was already in the ice, he was so frozen that he couldn't say anything.

"Is there anything else?" Isri asked again.