canary in cage

Cecil huddled in Isri's arms, and the panting sound from his mouth kept spraying on Isri's chest.

There was a flash of greed in Isri's eyes, and he supported Cecil's waist with one hand and lifted him up to sit on him.

"Master, do you need my help?" Isri asked again.

After leaving his comfortable place, the expression on Cecil's face also became unhappy, and he ordered: "Isri, put me down!"

Cecil spoke with a delicate ending, squishy and soft, and he couldn't hear any threatening tone.

Isri pulled the man back into his arms, and gently unbuttoned Cehir's collar, but considering that it was winter, Isri's movements were not too big, he just opened a collar.

Feeling the cool breeze, the irritability in Cehir's head disappeared immediately. As soon as Isri let go, Cehir fell headlong into Yisri's arms.

"Master, you did it first." Isri said to himself, took off all the gloves on his hands, and put them aside.

Isri took off his coat, but his eyes stopped on Cehir. It was not until the coat was taken off and put on Cehir that Isri's eyes changed.

Cecil was wrapped in his clothes, and a small space was naturally formed between him and Isri.

"Master, you are beautiful today." Isri raised his hand and gradually unbuttoned Cecil's collared clothes.

Cecil, who was confused, could only feel that he was much cooler, and he didn't resist for a while, but obediently followed Isri's movements.

The desire in Isri's eyes was even stronger, and Cehir's figure was all in the amber light-colored pupils.

The finely powdered skin was slowly revealed in the air, and the stunning beauty was breathing up and down. Isri put his hands on the hot skin, and slowly slid down along the lines of his body.

The movement of Isri's hand was unhurried, and when it touched the lower abdomen, Cehir's body that had just been propped up fell down into Isri's arms again.

"Isri, what do you want to do!" Because of the stimulation of the cool wind, Cehir's brain nerves became much clearer, and he raised his head and questioned Isri.

Isri's eyes met Cehir's eyes, and there was no panic in his eyes, on the contrary, there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Young master is awake?" Isri's voice was seductive, and the hand that was on Cecil's lower abdomen moved down wantonly.

Cehir's eye sockets were red, and his consciousness was a little clearer, but the effect of the medicine on his body had not disappeared. Because of the stimulation from Isri, Cehir's body trembled and fell back into Elis' arms.

Cecil supported Isri's body to help himself up, a coldness flashed in his eyes: "You'd better not be presumptuous!"

The corners of Isri's lips were drawn upwards, and he raised his hand to tighten the clothes on Cecil's shoulders: "Then young master, explain where you want to escape to today?"

Immediately, Cehir stopped talking, swallowed the saliva that was choked in his throat, and his mind regained consciousness a few degrees in an instant.

In a panic, Cehir's momentum suddenly weakened, and he didn't dare to look at Isri.

"I……"

Cecil hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted by Isri in the next second: "However, I won't do anything to the young master today, so don't be afraid, young master."

As he spoke, Isri reached in and buttoned the buttons on Cecil's chest one by one.

His young master is so cute, he has reached this point, yet his body has not reacted yet, he is a bit reluctant to strike at such a pure person.

The prey still has to be savored slowly, right?

The effect of the medicine was still continuing, and Isri did not let Cehir off his arm. When he was about to walk out of the forest, Cehir seemed to hear a few faint calls for help.

"Did you hear anything?" Cecil turned to Isri.

Isri's voice was calm, and his eyes seemed to fall into the depths of the forest: "The young master may have misheard, there is no sound."

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In the distance, Ringer, who was stripped naked and tied to a tree, was stuffed with a cotton cloth, and his voice kept roaring, and he could hear a few curses when he stopped carefully.

Cecil, who returned to the garden party, just hid in a corner and survived the whole noon.

The queen was rejected by him just now, if she proposes to leave early now, it is estimated that not only her status will be lost, but her life may even be lost here.

Cehir was sitting at a position where his eyes could fall on Isri, and his seemingly gloating look made Cehir furious, so he turned his head away from looking at Isri.

The location was not very conspicuous, but a group of ladies who liked to wander around found Cehir, and they all came to Cehir's side to salute and say hello.

Cehir simply nodded his head in response, the ladies almost surrounded Cehir in a circle, secretly wanting to stand in the most prominent position.

"My lord, how many servants have you brought with you today?" A lady asked with her mouth open.

These nobles love to tease those who are inferior to them in private.

"What are you asking about? As the Duke, he must have brought no fewer than five!" The person next to him echoed.

As the two talked, their eyes fell on Cehir strangely, waiting for Cehir to answer.

Cecil was uncomfortable being stared at, but he still opened his mouth patiently: "One".

The two noble ladies gasped as if they had heard some shocking news, and looked at Cehir in surprise.

"One! How can you bring one, my lord! How dangerous it is!" a lady exclaimed.

"That's right, Your Excellency the Duke, you..."

Before the lady finished speaking, Cecil got up and interrupted: "Sorry, miss, I have to leave beforehand."

Cecil dropped these words and walked out quickly through the crowd. The queen had already left just now, so it didn't make much sense to stay here by herself.

Isri prepared the carriage at the door early in the morning and waited for Cehir. When Cehir got on the carriage, Isri raised the corners of his lips again and teased, "Is the young master awake?"

Suddenly, the ridiculous appearance of himself in the woods flashed in his head just now, Cehir glared at Isri, and turned his head away from looking at him.

Halfway through the car, light snow had already started to drift in the sky. Si Cecil looked out of the window, and when passing through the woods on the way home, an evil idea was born in his head.

Isri parked the carriage steadily to the door, but when Cecil got out of the car and was about to follow into the house, Cecil stopped him at the door.

"You stand at the door, and you can only come in with my order!" Cehir said hard, but in his heart he was retaliating against Isri for his behavior.

Isri was stunned for a second, then bowed: "I understand, young master."

"Don't ask why?" Cecil was a little puzzled.