canary in cage

Cecil looked at Isri, his ears were red and hot, and seeing that Isri was sitting there without moving, he opened his mouth and asked, "What are you still doing sitting here?"

Isri raised his head, with an aggrieved expression on his face, and even a little water could be seen in his eyes reflected by the fire.

"Young master, I can't move my legs." As he said that, Isri lowered his head, "Maybe I was frozen just now."

As soon as he talked about what happened just now, Cehir felt a sense of shame in his heart, and his tone softened a bit. He walked up to Isri and said, "Then I will help you up."

The corners of Isri's lips raised, showing the appearance of a good boy: "Okay, master."

Isri was already tall, but when he was on Cehir, it was like a child dragging a big tree, which looked ridiculous.

Cecil was already out of breath after he pulled Isri up from the ground and hung it on his body. He inadvertently raised his head to glance at the second floor, and sighed with sadness on his lips.

In the end, you have to take responsibility for what you have committed.

As soon as he reached the middle of the stairs, Isri could feel that Cehir's breathing was starting to become unsteady, so he stopped and said, "Master, are you tired?"

Seeing that Cecil didn't speak, Isri opened his mouth again: "I can do it myself, you can let me down, young master."

At this time, Cecil's eyes met Isri again: "Really?"

"Yes, sir."

Seeing what Isri said directly, Cehir didn't hold on to the stalemate, let go of Isri as soon as he loosened his hands, and stood by himself to watch.

Isri raised his eyes to look at the steps in front of him, and tried to lift his legs up. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he heard a "bang!", and Yisri fell towards the stairs.

Cecil frowned slightly, watching Isri sit on the steps propped up on the ground, the corners of his lips curled into a beautiful arc: "It seems that I can't do it myself."

What a show!

Cecil murmured in his heart, stepped forward and hung Isri on his body again to walk up, he had never felt that there were so many floors on this step.

After finally walking to the second floor, Isri's body couldn't stop.

"Master, is it heavy?" Isri opened his mouth and asked.

Cecil didn't answer, and his steps quickened a little.

Isri smiled secretly, and leaned his body down, his voice just rubbing against the tips of his ears: "Master, how strong is this?"

Cecil's body trembled violently, and the tips of his ears turned red again. The scorching gas sprayed on the already sensitive ear tips, and the steps under his feet wished to fly quickly.

Isri was hurt by the bone on Cecil's shoulder, his brows twitched slightly, and his voice was also paused: "Master...you slow down, you're fast, I can't keep up."

Cecil grabbed Isri's waist and pinched it fiercely, and his steps slowed down a bit.

"Did I say something wrong?" Isri started to pretend to be stupid, and raised his hand to touch his pinched waist, which was suffering from pain.

"Did you freeze up just now?" Cecil met Isri's gaze: "I think I'm still hiring a few servants."

After Cecil finished speaking, the air was quiet for half a second, and the warm atmosphere just now dropped to zero in an instant, and the weight on his body was also much lighter. Isri frowned slightly, and his voice was indifferent.

"I won't let the young master hire someone else."

The movement of Cecil's feet paused, and he reached out to tear Isri off his body and threw him on the door panel.

"Rest early." Sehir spoke quickly, turned around and left after speaking.

Isri looked at Cehir's back, and the gray emotions in his eyes gradually filled his entire eye sockets, and the desire in those eyes staring at the prey grew stronger.

After Cehir walked away, Isri moved his body slightly, turned around, opened the door and walked in.

The heavy clouds outside covered the moon tightly, and the snow seemed to be heavier than it just fell. Isri walked slowly to the window, pulled off the gloves on his hands, and gently raised his waist with his slender fingers front drawer.

Inside that empty drawer lay a bright silver silver ring quietly. The pattern on it was gorgeous and exquisite, but it was not an ornament, but more like handcuffs.

Isri held the thing in his hand and raised it a little before his eyes. The size of the silver ring was a little wider than the wrist, and there was a small hole at the end.

"It's a pity, it's almost going to be used." Isri said to himself, his voice extremely regretful.

As he spoke, he put the things back into the drawer again, and after a pause of two seconds, he raised his eyes and fell on the snow outside the window.

The place where he fell just now was not yet full of snow, Yisli raised his fingertips and knocked on the spot through the glass, his slender phoenix eyes narrowed, and the desire that had just arisen was severely suppressed by him again go down.

Master is so cute.

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The next day, today was the day of prayer. Because of the coming of the Holy Son, residents of the West Asian continent rushed to Green Lanka Church to see the appearance of the Holy Son.

Cecil got up very early, and had already arrived at the church before dawn to start preparations. When he got off the car, because he hadn't woken up yet, Esri hugged him down directly.

When the priest saw it, he couldn't help but froze for a second, and then hurried forward to take Cehir, but was stopped by Isri.

"What are you doing? Your Excellency the Holy Son needs to be baptized now." The priest looked at Isri and asked.

Isri caught a glimpse of the robe in the hand of the female nun next to him, and looked at the priest again.

"Sorry, just leave it to me to change clothes. Come on, the young master won't get used to it."

"He is His Excellency the Son, he must get used to it!" The priest was still relentless.

Isri took a step back, the smile on his face remained undiminished, and his voice was calm: "Young master has a bad temper, if you offend the Goddess, it will not be worth the loss."

This sentence was neither cold nor cold, but every word hit the priest and nun with a heavy gun in their hearts.

Among those present at the scene, only Isri knew Cehir best. If Cehir had a bad temper as he said, it would be a crime for them, even for Her Excellency the Goddess.

"Okay," the priest finally agreed.

Isri bowed slightly to express his thanks, then turned and followed the nun into the baptismal room.

"Just give it to me." Isri turned around and said to the nun with a smile.

Yisili's respectful attitude, coupled with that extremely enchanting face, made the nun lose her mind for a moment, and handed the tray in Yisili's hand.

The temperature of the baptismal room was just right, and the delicate fragrance enveloped the whole room. Isri gently placed Cecil on the baptismal platform, and the dark yellow light hit Cecil, like an angel kissed by God. , is sleeping.

Isri, who was fascinated by the sight, forgot his original mission for a moment, his golden hair trembled slightly under the light, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch it.

"The task entrusted to you is not this." Cecil raised his eyelids, and looked at Isri with his blue eyes.