canary in cage

Isri's eyes swept over Cecil's slender beautiful back. There was no blemish on the white and tender skin, as if it had been soaked in milk, exuding a faint fragrance.

He wished he could press the person under him now to accept his violation, but in the end his rationality repelled him.

Cehir is his god, the supreme god of his god, he can't do this, he can't tarnish his belief.

The white long skirt was slowly lifted up from under the feet, and the figure of the boy in the mirror instantly turned into a well-behaved girl, except for the bright golden short hair.

The skin on the back is exposed, which was specially selected by Isri. He has been expecting his young master to wear women's clothing for many years, and now his desire has finally come true.

Cecir looked at himself in the mirror, his face faintly blushed, he, Cecir, that tall Cecir, was actually wearing women's clothes now.

Isri noticed Cehir's expression, and the heat in his lower abdomen gradually surged up. For a moment, his hand was light and heavy, and the bandage ruthlessly strangled Cehir.

"Um...um!" Cecil, who was defenseless, cried out in pain: "Isri, what are you doing!"

Isri was stimulated by Cecil's cry, his amber eyes were like a lion standing on a plain, staring closely at the prey in front of him.

The movement of the hands didn't slow down, on the contrary, it intensified, pressing Cehir's waist down, causing Cehir's feet to be unsteady, and the whole body lay on the mirror.

Isri freed his hand and grabbed Cecil's slender waist from below: "Master, don't move, the belt looks good if it is tied like this."

Isri's voice was like the low roar of a demon, lingering in Cehir's ears, and Cehir blushed so hard that he could no longer listen to anything.

"hurry up!"

"I understand, young master, I will be fast."

Elis smiled, stroked her trembling slender waist, and pulled up the straps behind her again.

After all, it is a devil, how could the devil give up so quickly, Isri looked at the flushed Cehir in the mirror, and the smile on his face became even more presumptuous.

One hand caressed the bowed waist, and the other hand tightened the straps. Fortunately, Cecil gritted his teeth early in the morning and did not make a loud noise.

Isri was still not satisfied, his slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, shining with silver light, and wrapped his arms around Cecil's waist: "Master, do you prefer a taller one, or a lower one?"

Seyr's warm back suddenly leaned against Isri's deacon uniform, and the cold buttons were tightly attached, and Seyr was shocked by the ice.

Cecil's body froze abruptly, a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily, "What are you thinking about!"

Isri's movement of the bandage in his hand remained unabated: "Of course it's the bandage. Could it be that the young master thought of something else? I didn't expect the young master to know a lot."

Cecil's face turned blue and purple, his brows trembled angrily, and his hands were tightly clenched.

"Isri!"

"What's the matter? Young master."

Cecil's blue eyes stared straight at Isri who was gloating in the mirror, and in order to ensure his own image, he said sharply, "Put your own position in order!"

The corners of Isri's lips twitched, and he tied the last strap: "Yes, master."

Elis took a step back and took out a box from under the dining car, which contained a wig of the same color as Cecil's hair.

If others don't know Cecil wearing a wig, they will think that she is a young lady from that nobleman, she is so beautiful.

The long silk dress wrapped her slender body lightly, flowing from her body to the ground like water waves, and the scattered golden hair covered her looming skin. In the darkness, Sehir's whole body seemed to be glowing.

The white skirt is high-end and unconventional, and it makes Cecil's figure more delicate, like a doll just taken out of the window, making people sacred and inviolable.

Isri smiled and caressed Cecil's ear with a charming voice: "As for the question that the young master thought of just now, my answer is that I like taller ones."

After speaking, Cecil's ear tips were bloodshot at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he was about to explode.

Cecil took a look at his own appearance in the glasses, then turned around and walked to the dining car, picked up the knife and fork and prepared to sit by the bed to eat, he was very hungry.

But the skirt was too long. As soon as he took a step, Cecil accidentally stepped on the hem of the skirt.

In an instant, the center of gravity was unstable, and Sehir fell forward, the knife in his hand was about to stab his eyes.

Isri reacted in a timely manner, took a step forward, took Cehir into his arms, snatched the knife from his hand, and looked at the person in his arms with a gloomy face.

Cecil's eyes were wide open, and his heart was still pounding, as if his eardrums would burst in the next second.

Isli's head was lowered and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but the amber eyes that were shining with fluorescent light caused a thin layer of sweat to form on Cecil's back. Sri was confined tightly, unable to exert any strength at all.

"Isri!" Cecil was a little angry.

The next second, Isri suddenly raised his hand, and the knife stabbed straight at Cehir's eyes, but stopped when it was one centimeter closer to the pupil.

"Master, you are too careless, your eyes are beautiful, be careful, otherwise I'm afraid I'll hide them next time."

It wasn't until Isri removed the knife from Cehir's eyes, closed the door and left, that Cehir regained his composure. Cold sweat broke out from his whole body.

isri!The madman!Cecil held the white skirt tightly, the sides were crumpled, and the fear of Isri in his eyes deepened a little.