canary in cage

Isri picked up the silver water tank next to it, with fine and gorgeous patterns on it, scooped up warm water and gently poured it on Cehir's body, only to see him hugging himself even tighter.

Warm water slid down the back of the neck, a spine was clearly visible on the white skin of the back, and the golden wet hair hung on the arms, like a delicate statue that was wet.

Isri fished him out of the bathtub, and Cecil was wrapped in a huge towel before he could resist.

"Master, don't be nervous." Isri finally softened his voice, and wiped his hair with a dry towel.

Cecil grabbed Isri's collar and rubbed his face on Isri's white shirt indiscriminately.

Isri dragged the person on his body up, and the bath towel wrapped it tighter.

When he put the person on the bed, Isri was also startled. Cecil's eye sockets were all red, and those blue gem-like eyes were like a pool of red spring water, making them lovely.

Isri's shirt was already unbelievably wet, Cehir didn't dare to look up, but wrapped the towel tightly around his body and turned his head.

However, due to too much strength, it seemed that the injured part was involved, and Sehir took a deep breath.

Isri bowed slightly forward, and said in an elegant voice, "Master, please wait a moment."

When Cecil was ready to turn back, Isri had disappeared, and he was the only one left in Noda's bed.

Before Isri came, Cecil climbed off the bed, took off his pajamas from the hanger, and quickly put them on his head.

But at this moment, Yisli just opened the door and came in, and saw his young master was stuck in his pajamas, unable to poke his head out, and he was in a hurry.

The corners of Isri's lips hooked up slightly, put the things in his hands on the cabinet, walked up to Cecil, gently pulled the strap on the top of his head, and suddenly, a lump of golden hair protruded from the neckline. drilled out.

Cecil was also stunned for a second, looking at Isri with wide eyes. With a smile in the corner of his eyes, Esri picked up Cehir from the ground, took the things on the cabinet, and put him on the bed.

"What did you go to get?" Cecil looked at the box-like thing in Isri's hand.

Seeing this, Isri brought the box to Cecil and opened it: "I went to get the medicine."

He paused: "Master, give me your hand."

Cecil's eyes met Isri's. The clothes on Isri's body had already been changed, and white gloves were put on his hands again. Everything was back to the beginning.

"What is the young master thinking?" Isri's voice was still calm.

Cecil clenched his fists tightly, and when he thought of Isri's appearance just now, he held back his hand and put it in Isri's.

Isri picked up a lump of cotton with tweezers, dipped it in the transparent liquid, and said softly, "Master, it may hurt a little, please bear with it."

As he said that, he pushed up Cehir's sleeve, and there was a dazzling red circle around his white wrist, and some places were even scratched.

Isri's eyes were even more distressed, the strength in his hand was much lighter, and he was completely different from the previous appearance.

The rosiness under Cecil's eyes has not disappeared, and it is even more novel to look at the thing in Isri's hand. He has only heard of this thing, but he has never seen it before.

He rarely gets hurt and can be said to be well protected.

Cehir stared at the thing in Isri's hand, dazed. The thing felt cool when applied to his skin, and it was actually a bit comfortable.

Suddenly, the cotton touched the wound, Cehir shook all over, and withdrew his hand abruptly, the wound was still irritatingly painful.

"Master, the wound will become infected if you don't disinfect it." Isri stretched out his hand again.

Cecil clenched his fist and looked at the thing: "Why does it hurt so much?"

Isri held the corner of his lips, and smiled slightly at the end of his eyes: "Young Master, bear with it, or it will hurt even more in the future."

Hearing the word more painful, Cehir gritted his teeth again and put his hand on it.

Isri moved very lightly, but still couldn't avoid the liquid medicine sticking to the wound, Cehir also twitched together with a painful expression.

Seeing Isri smear his wrist with potion, Cecil seemed to think of something, glanced at Isri's injured position and asked.

"Did you use this potion when you were injured here?" Cecil's voice was still trembling, whether it was because of fear or the pain in his wrist.

Isri froze for a moment, glanced at the position where he was injured, and then met Cecil's eyes.

"It's used."

Hearing what Isri said, Cehir also lowered his head and remained silent. He knew Isri's wound, the shoulder was punctured, and the pain was unimaginable.

The addition of this potion must have made things worse, and Cehir thought of Yisri fainting at the door of the room before, and the pain index in his heart increased a little bit.

"Does it still hurt now?" A question came out quietly from Nuo Da's room.

Isri wrapped the gauze around Cecil's wrist and tied a perfect knot.

"Thank you, young master, for your concern. It doesn't hurt anymore." Isri's heart was beating fast without realizing it, and his eyes couldn't help wandering to Cecil's delicate lips.

The pink flower seemed to have just opened its buds, it was soft, exuding a seductive smell, Yisli tidied up the box, and stood motionless by the bed.

Cecil glanced at Isri, opened his mouth and said, "I don't drink milk today, so don't prepare it for me."

"Okay, young master." Isri bowed and said, but didn't walk away.

"What are you doing here?" Cecil burrowed into the quilt, but accidentally pulled the wound, his face still twitched.

Isri narrowed his eyes slightly, with amber eyes in a pair of phoenix eyes, looking at Cehir as if looking at food.

Isri walked a few steps forward to Cecil's side, bent down and took off his gloves.

A bad thought flared up in his heart.

"Master, don't move." Isri spoke very slowly, raised his hand to Cecil's mouth, and rubbed it lightly with his thumb a few times.

"What's wrong?" Cecil wanted to avoid subconsciously, but held back.

The opening and closing of the mouth left a wet mark on Isri's thumb, and Isri could feel his heart trembling violently.

"The young master has something on his mouth, I'm leaving now." Isri hurriedly saluted, then turned around and closed the door with his back leaning against the outside.

In the darkness, Isri's eyes were terribly bright, the tips of his ears were red, and with the help of the moonlight on his right thumb, the fingertips were still glistening with water.

Isri's voice was so snarky that his breathing between sniffs was a little unsteady. After swallowing the last mouthful of saliva, the corners of Isri's lips curled up so that it could be seen.

He lightly smacked it on his fingertips, and with just a touch of water, it completely messed up Isri's heart.

He has great ambitions, so big that he can only pretend to be Sehir alone.

A hint of the predator's breath flashed across the amber light eyes, his young master will always be his.