canary in cage

Linge propped up his elbows, shook the red wine in his hand, turned around and looked at Isri in the distance.

Isri's sight just now is familiar to him, it is the sight of their hunters exclusively, Linge raised his wine glass, met Isri's sight, and swayed in the air.

It seemed they were after the same prey.

The playfulness in Ringer's eyes became deeper. After raising his head and taking a sip of the wine, his eyes fell, and Isri had disappeared.

It appears that competitors want to be the first to do so.

The corners of Linge's lips curled up, he downed the red wine in one gulp, turned around, and walked in the direction where Cecil was escaping.

Cecil walked a lot, and he could feel that his body was not right, and the emotion in his eyes became a little colder.

This opportunity was too good, he didn't want to miss it at all, he had to escape, wherever it was, he had to get away from that madman.

Cecil walked into the forest, and within a few steps, he started to run. If he went outside now, it would be too conspicuous, and he would be easily spotted.

The forest is the best choice for the time being, Cehir was panting heavily, the double image of things in front of him became more severe, and he stumbled and was about to fall several times.

Cecil hid in a bush, raised his hand and pressed it against the tree, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was so hot that he was almost fainting.

Cecil clenched the bank note in his hand, let out a sharp breath, and walked forward.

There must be something wrong with what Ringer gave him to drink just now.

Already in a daze, he returned to the original point several times, Cehir stood there frowning, and unconsciously opened the neckline with his hands, so that the cold air could enter as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a penetrating voice came from behind, and Cecil was taken aback.

"Master, are you feeling unwell?" Linge said provocatively.

Cehir turned his head abruptly, his pupils trembled, and Ringe's playful look made Cehir's disgust instantly reach its peak.

Without saying a word, Cehir turned around and ran away. Now in this kind of place, these fart rules among the nobles are just a decoration, it is better to step down a little bit.

Linge was not in a hurry, and slowly followed Cehir stepping on the leaves.

That rouge-like face, coupled with that unyielding expression, is really, really alluring.

Linge swallowed the liquid secreted from his mouth, and the emotion in his eyes that wanted to catch Cecil became stronger.

He has never seen such a beautiful person, that bright golden hair is rare, it is a dazzling color, but it grows on Cecil's body, it is a work of art, a piece of art A work of art favored by God.

Cecil's chest was so oppressed, the air was stuck in his nose, his throat was dry and uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop, what was Ringer, he just regarded it as a playful person.

Thinking about it, Cehir turned his head and went into a bush. The grass here was very tall. Cehir lowered the hat on his head a little lower, bent over and walked a few steps and squatted in the grass.

He was about to pass out from the heat, and if he continued walking, he was afraid he would return to the original point.

"Master?" Ringer stepped into the bushes and walked very slowly.

Cecil lowered his body a little more, and tightly covered his mouth with his hands.

"Don't hide, I will find you." Linge tilted his head and smiled a few times: "My lord, today's red wine is very good."

Cecil could already hear the rustling of grass blades in his ears, and his whole body trembled even more violently.

As Ringer's movement approached, Cehir's palpitations became more and more intense, and his slender eyelashes were tightly closed together, trembling with his body.

Suddenly, the voice in the ear suddenly quieted down, and Ringer's voice also stopped abruptly.

Hearing that there was no movement around, Cehir swallowed the liquid in his mouth, slightly moisturizing his dry and astringent throat.

Cecil exhaled a turbid breath, stood up from the ground swayingly, and Ringer, who was just in front of him, had disappeared, and only the rustling wind was left around.

Cehir clenched the bank notes in his pocket again, and was about to raise his legs to step out of the grass when a black shadow suddenly flashed behind him, mixed with a light fragrance, and immediately embraced Cehir into his arms.

"Master, where do you want to go?" An extremely cold voice came from above the head.

isri!

Cecil's pupils trembled violently, and he was about to yell, but his mouth was tightly covered by Isri.

Instead of doing this, Linger caught him, tears were suppressed from the corners of Cecil's excited eyes, and his whole body was struggling in Isri's arms, trying to escape the cage-like wrist.

Isri's amber eyes shone coldly, and he led Cecil into the deeper jungle, letting the person in his arms struggle no matter how hard he struggled.

It wasn't until he found a tree with a wider trunk that Isri leaned on it and stopped moving.

Cecil's breathing from the tip of his nose became more and more intense, and the oxygen in his head was also gradually being lost. Some of the tears suffocated from the corners of his eyes soaked Isri's white gloves.

"Master, in Ringer's hands, you can only die. You choose one." Isri's voice was flat, but it seemed like a threat.

Cecil finally stopped struggling, and began to understand Isri's words, and finally put his hand down, indicating that he had made his choice.

Isri raised the corners of his lips, and put Cehir on the ground. In an instant, Cehir's leg seemed to have been robbed of its bones, and the next second it was soft, he fell towards the ground.

Fortunately, Isri had quick eyesight and quick hands, and stepped forward to stop Cehir in his arms.

Cecil was a little confused, and could only lie in Isri's arms with his own comfortable strength and pant.

The delicate panting sound reached Isri's ears, which undoubtedly did not add fuel to the flames. Isri frowned slightly, picked up Cecil directly, and sat on a pile of dead leaves.

"What did the young master eat?" Isri raised his hand and unbuttoned a few buttons around Cecil's neck.

Cecil grabbed Isri's sleeve tightly, the corners of his eyes were terribly red: "Drinking wine..."

Cecil murmured subconsciously, Isri's body smelled too sweet, it was a faint but intoxicating smell.

Isri took his hand out of the glove and brushed back the hair on Cecil's forehead.

Now Cecil's skin is extremely sensitive, just touching it with his fingertips makes his whole body tremble.

Isri was also taken aback for a moment, and his voice gradually became hot: "Master, do you want me to help you?".

Cecil now only felt that Isri's body was so cold, and his hands were grabbing Isri's clothes vigorously. Within a few seconds, the clothes on Isri's chest were wrinkled and squeezed together.

"What are you doing, young master?" Isri's voice had already become deep and deep.

Now that the young master has acted like this, let him temporarily forgive him for running away today.

Cecil rested his head on Isri's chest, and the cold iron jewelry made Cecil feel a little more comfortable.

He murmured: "I'm a little hot, Isri, you're so cool...".

Isri raised his head and looked at the tree trunk above him.

Young master, you really have no sense of danger.