canary in cage

Isri has never done this kind of thing before, and he has never even seen it before. Now he can only do it according to the feeling his body wants.

When the cold palm touched the flower path, the trembling stamens glistened with water, exuding an obscene fragrance in the darkness.

The slender fingers were like vines with thorns. The flower diameter that had never been exposed to this experience was turned crimson.

Isri frowned tightly, looking at the thing that he had tortured until it turned red, he couldn't help but "tsk".

Unable to even do this kind of thing well, Isri hated his behavior, and the pleasant feeling just now disappeared.

Isri got up and put on his clothes, and after tidying his messy hair, he went out of the bathroom and walked to the restaurant to prepare lunch.

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Cecil didn't sleep very soundly, and the intermittent nightmares kept disturbing the thoughts of reason in his head. Even if he woke up after sleeping, he still felt tired for a long time.

The ceiling above the head is made of fine marble, and the fine patterns are carefully selected one by one.

Cehir glanced at the chain on his wrist, its winding method was very special, Cecir gave up after trying to untie it a few times, so he had to prop up his body and lean on the bed board to wait. Easley comes in.

At noon, the ancient clock downstairs rang a few times slowly, and after Cecil exhaled lightly from the tip of his nose, he heard the sound of his room being opened.

Accompanied by the scent, Isri also walked in from the door.

It's pasta and cake!

A gleam of light flashed in Cecil's eyes, and Cecil knew what it was without looking at it or smelling it.

Although the appetite in his heart had been raised, he still didn't care about it on the surface, until Isri pushed something in front of him.

Cecil lifted the quilt, moved himself to the side of the bed, and looked at Isri who was standing beside him preparing things.

"Can you untie it?" Cecil asked.

Isri stopped holding the hand of the black tea, smiling: "No."

Cecil stared at Isri, with a somewhat impatient tone: "Then how can I eat like this!"

Isri rolled up his cuffs, with a smile on his lips: "Did the young master forget me?"

"What do you mean!" Cecil looked up at Isri.

Isri bent down and picked up the black tea and handed it to Cecil's mouth: "Master, I can feed you."

Cecil moved his head back, raised his hand and placed it in front of Isri: "Isn't it more convenient for you to untie me?"

Yisli paused, put down the black teacup in his hand, and said softly in a flat but irresistible tone.

"If the young master is obedient, I will untie it, but if the young master doesn't eat now, maybe you won't see these things again today."

When these words came out, Cehir knew that what Isri said must be true, if he was not obedient, he would definitely not see these things today.

After a few seconds of stalemate between the two, Cecil compromised, looked at the black tea on the plate and opened his mouth: "Help me!"

Isri moved the end of his eyes, and picked up the black tea again and put it against Cecil's mouth: "Okay, master."

This is the first time Esri has fed herself for many years, but now it is so strange, there is no feeling of intimacy like it was back then.

The mouth-watering cake was tasteless, and Sehir couldn't eat it after two or three bites.

When Isri was arranging the dinner plates, Cecil's eyes fell on Isri's face. This face was almost perfect, with black bangs on his forehead, making his entire skin fairer.

For a moment Cehir was fascinated, and suddenly thought of something. After so many years, he has been living with Isri, and he has never heard Isri mention his family.

Suddenly, Cecil opened his mouth and said, "Do you want to go home?".

Isri was stunned by the movements of his hands, and looked up at Cehir. Cehir thought that Isri didn't understand what he meant, so he explained: "It's not here, it's your own home.".

"Young master, you mean I'm leaving, so you can run smoothly?" Isri replied in a frivolous tone.

Cecil's face was a little angry: "I didn't mean that when I said it!".

Isri was amused by Cecil's appearance, and continued to move his hands: "I'm joking, young master, I don't have a home."

Cecil was stunned by Isri's words, what does it mean to have no home?

Seeing Cecil's puzzled expression, Isri didn't hide it, as if he was talking about his own affairs.

"I was picked up by my wife, and my name was also given to me by my wife. I was here before you were born. This may be my first home."

Cehir now regrets asking Isri this question. It is definitely not a good thing to bring up sad memories for others, and Cecir suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Isri chuckled imperceptibly, glanced at the time on the pocket watch, stepped forward to Cehir's side, and pulled Cehir's wrist.

Suddenly, heart palpitations came to my heart, and Cehir's heart kept beating, and the words blurted out without passing through his head.

"Isri, I was wrong! Don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Cecil was stunned again, opening his closed eyes and looking at the loosened wrist.

The chain above has been undone by Isri.

There was a smile in Isri's eyes, the corners of his lips curled up, and his tone was playful: "I don't... what?".

In an instant, a smear of red spread from the neck to the ears, Cehir glanced away from Isri, his voice stammered: "No...it's nothing."

"Then I'll go out first, young master." Isri bowed respectfully and said.

Cecil still tilted his head, hummed and agreed.

When Esri walked to the door, he opened his mouth again: "Master, I will go out in the afternoon and come back later."

Seeing Isri is embarrassing now, so Cecil complied without hesitation.

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After Isri washed and put away the dinner plates, he went back to his room and took out a casual clothes to change on his body.

A well-tailored, simple and slim linen-colored formal suit, with a Scottish-style shirt with a strong European flavor exposed at the neck, is naturally reserved, elegant and noble, and poised in leisure.

The lines of the clothes outlined a perfect body curve, and when I looked around, I thought it was some special aristocratic decoration.

Islet put on a hat that could cover half of his face, in case he went somewhere and caused unnecessary trouble.

This is the place where he can think of the fastest learning success, even if he himself is resisting.