canary in cage

Cecil was lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, and opened them again after Isri walked out.

The room was only lit with a faint yellow light, and the moon was completely covered by the clouds tonight. Cecir glanced out the window and then quietly climbed off the bed.

Every time he took a step, Lucehir raised his head to look at the closed door, for fear that his voice would be heard by Isri.

Cecil stepped on the icy ground, the coolness of the soles of his feet hit the kneecaps, he couldn't control it so much, Cecil stood on tiptoe and took a few steps, but accidentally missed his feet, and fell down when he lifted his feet on the ground.

In an instant, his heart seemed to lose his soul, beating wildly in the silent environment, even holding his breath was useless, Cehir closed his eyes nervously, and began to prepare his next words in his heart.

But after lying on the ground for more than ten seconds, no one came in, and his heart slowly returned to normal. Cecil opened his trembling eyelashes, and the room remained the same without any changes.

Isri had already left. This was definitely not the best news. Cecil hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed to the closet.

Cecil opened the closet excitedly, his eyes did not miss the gorgeous clothes on top, but began to search for the ones that were pressed down.

Trying to find a few clothes that were not too difficult for him to wear, Cecil closed the closet contentedly, ignored the biting sound coming from his feet, stuffed his whole body under the bed, and opened his secret little door.

Saihir counted the contents inside again, with a smile on his lips, put the clothes in his arms inside, and then climbed into the bed and shrank into the quilt.

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As expected, before the person woke up the next day, he was woken up by a sneeze. Cecil got up from the bed in a dizzy state, unable to lift his arms and legs.

Cecil frowned, and within a second, he retracted himself into the bed again, this time even covering his head.

Isri prepared everything, knocked on the door lightly a few times, and then pushed the dining car in. The people on the bed were still curled up motionless, not caring who came in from outside.

Isri put the towel on his arm, and said in a moderate voice, "Master, get up."

The person on the bed was still silent, and Yisli was not in a hurry, turned around and poured warm water into a cup, holding it in his hand.

"Master, staying up in bed is not a good behavior." Isri bent down and said aloud.

Cecil was annoyed by Isri, pulled the quilt off his body, and glared at Isri: "Get out!"

Isri was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes fell on the red face again, and an irritability rose between his brows.

Isri put the water aside, and picked him up from the bed. In order to avoid touching the wound from last night, Isri carefully hugged Cehir in his arms.

"Master, what did you do last night?" Isri lowered his voice.

Cecil suddenly panicked in his heart, his eyes fluttered: "I didn't do anything."

Isri didn't answer Cehir's words, turned around and took out the warm towel on the plate and handed it to Cehir's eyes.

Cehir glanced at Isri, then took the towel and put it on his face. When he removed it, the warm touch had been replaced by a cool wind, blowing on his face, and the drowsiness of his head also disappeared. It eased a lot.

"Master, rest at home today, I'll go prepare medicine." Isri put Cehir on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

When turning around to go out, Isri suddenly looked back at Cehir, his eyes were like deep pools, unpredictable, but his voice was unbelievably calm, but Cehir sounded like a threat.

"Master, it's better not to get out and run around." After finishing speaking, Isri closed the door and walked out, leaving Cehir on the bed, allowing the blood pressure on his heart to peak again.

Before Isri came in from the outside, Cecil had already smelled the unpleasant smell, and immediately sat down towards the innermost side of the bed.

In the dining car that was pushed in, the bowl of black medicine instantly caused nausea in Cecil's throat, and thick sweat began to break out on his back.

Isri held the medicine in his hand and handed it to Cecil: "Come here and drink the medicine."

Cehir was in a stalemate with himself for a few seconds, but in the end he still couldn't resist Isri's pressure, and slowly moved in front of the dark thing.

Cecil held the bowl, took a sip tentatively, and immediately took the thing away: "Can I not drink?"

Isri was already very irritable. The young master never got sick before, but now it happened one after another, it seemed like it was on purpose.

"I remember that the young master was not so capricious before." Isri looked at Cehir, paused, and said indifferently, "Will the young master drink? Or not?"

Cecil was taken aback by Isri. After thinking about it carefully, there were indeed too many things recently, so he quickly picked up the bowl and sent it in for several big mouthfuls.

The moment the choking soup rushed into his throat, Cehir frowned tightly, until the last gulp was finished, Cehir stuffed the thing into Isri's hand without raising his head.

"Get out!" Cecil said angrily.

Isri put the bowl back into the dining car, took out a small piece of cake from it, set it up on the shelf on the bed, and placed it on top.

"Master, the cake is ready, go to bed early after eating."

Isri returned to his previous calm, pushed the dining car and closed the door softly.

When we got back to the first floor, there was a very impolite knock on the door outside, but Isri ignored it, and when he sent the dining car back to the kitchen, the sound was still ringing outside.

In order not to disturb Cehir's rest, Isri stepped forward and opened the door.

"Why are you only opening the door now!" A woman in a wine-red dress stood outside, staring at Isri proudly.

Isri frowned slightly, and when he was about to open his mouth to say something, the woman was suddenly pushed away, and behind him was a well-dressed gentleman, and when he saw Isri, he immediately took off his hat and saluted.

"Hi, I'm here to find my nephew." The man said respectfully.

Seeing this, Isri took a step back and opened the door a little wider: "Who are you?"

The corners of the man's lips were raised, and the beard under his nose was bent into a character horoscope: "You don't know it yet, we are a branch of the Kritis family, a very small one."

The woman stood beside her angrily, still angry at her husband for pushing her away.

Isri thought about it for a few seconds, and there was no such person in his memory, but no one dared to say that under the current situation, so he let these people in.

There was a child behind the woman, blah, Isri looked at it, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but under the pressure of his identity, Isli still bowed respectfully and said: "I will inform the young master, wait a moment .”