canary in cage

Cecil turned his head, glanced at the room, and smiled softly: "Just look at the decoration."

Isri nodded slightly, and after tidying up the hair on the ground, he backed out.

When Esri closed the door, Cehir walked leisurely to the bed, and the snow outside was covered again.

This year's snow seems to be much more than in previous years, but after a while, Cehir saw Isri walking out of the door from the window.

Cecil leaned against the window with his head propped up. He had a lot of time to run out from here, but now he was a little hesitant.

It's not because of Isli, but because today happens to be the anniversary of the death of the family, he doesn't want to escape under such circumstances, this family is his only hope.

Let's wait until after Christmas to think about it.

Cecil exhaled hot air towards the window, then raised his finger and gently drew a smiling face on it.

It seems to be telling the former owner of this room that he is fine and happy.

It was extremely cold today, and Cecil added firewood to the fireplace several times. The market was far away, and at the end, Cecil was so tired of waiting that he fell asleep directly leaning against the fireplace.

When Isri came back with his things, he saw Cecil huddled himself into a ball and leaned against the corner.

Isri moved lightly, and after covering Cecil with a blanket, he began to arrange it.

In the end, Cecil was woken up by the rustling sound, and he opened his mouth after a few seconds: "Do you need help?"

Isri was holding a ribbon in his hand, and was about to hang it on the wall, when suddenly he heard Cehir's voice. Isri turned his head and looked Cehir up and down, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"I will be very happy if the young master helps." Saying that, Isri leaned to the side, leaving room for Cecil.

Cecil took off the blanket on his body, stood up from the ground, and walked to Isri: "What do you need my help for?"

Isri handed the ribbon to Cecil, with a very confused expression on his face: "Master, just help me hang the ribbon up."

Cecil followed Isri's gaze and looked towards the wall, suddenly clenched the ribbon in his hand, stared at Isri with round eyes, and said with a little anger in his voice, "Are you laughing at me?"

It is easy to hang the ribbon on the wall, but it is not easy to hang it on the position. The nails are nailed very high, and it is definitely not something that Cecil can reach by stepping on his feet.

The end of Isri's eyes twitched slightly, and with a chuckle, taking advantage of Cehir not paying attention, he directly hugged the person from under his arms from behind. yes.

"What are you doing!" Cecil tugged at the ribbon hanging on his body, looking down at Isri.

"In this way, the young master will be able to arrive." Isri smiled, and what he said was well-founded.

Sehir suddenly felt a little pain in his head, and there was no way to be lifted like this, so he bit the bullet and hung up the ribbon.

But the ribbon was too long, and the cooperation between the two was not in place. The ribbon that grew to the ground actually entangled the two of them.

Isri noticed this first, but seeing Cehir's current state, he didn't want to remind him at all, and even helped Ribbon to work together.

Finally, when Cecil felt that the ribbon was a bit tight, he thought it was stuck underneath, so he pulled it hard, but in the end he still couldn't pull it up.

Just when he was wondering, he felt that Yisli hugged himself a little tighter, and the voice came up from below: "Master, if you keep talking, I will fall down with you."

It was Cecil who noticed that he was already entangled with Isri. The ribbon seemed to be consciously wrapped around Isri's leg, and the upper part of the ribbon was directly tied to his leg.

"Why didn't you remind me?" Cecil tried to untie the ribbon on it.

Isri turned his back and leaned against the wall, his tone was helpless and seemed to be mixed with luck: "My focus is on the young master, and I didn't pay attention to the ribbon under my feet."

Cecil untied it for a long time but found that the ribbon was more entangled. He frowned slightly and looked down at Isri: "Don't call me for this kind of thing next time!"

Seeing Cehir's furious look, Isri laughed out loud, raised his head to meet Cehir's gaze, and said softly, "Okay, young master, I understand, I will pay attention next time."

"I can't untie it, you untie it!" Cecil hung down the ribbon in his hand.

"Okay, sir."

After receiving Cecil's instruction, Isri put down Cecil who was holding him. Because of the ribbon, the two of them stood together to force the ribbon to be more tightly wrapped.

There was no other way, Cehir could only stand close to Isri, but he couldn't lower his head, so he just leaned against Isri's chest.

In the quiet room, the firewood in the fireplace was crackling, the two of them were very close to each other, and the heartbeat was like a gorgeous piano piece wrapped around the ribbon.

I don't know whose heart was beating too fast, but I saw a person's lips slightly raised, and his voice was softer than before: "Master, don't worry, it's a little tight."

Cecil turned his head, he felt that the air at the tip of his nose was about to be sucked out: "Hurry up."

In order to untie the ribbon, Isri had to move her whole body closer. When the tip of Cecil's nose lightly scratched Isri's clothes, her body was still stunned.

This taste is like turning around in a woody wine, like a sweet and mellow red wine, with a bitter but sweet aftertaste, making people addicted to it.

"Have you been wearing perfume?" Cecil was a little dizzy from the smell.

Isri stopped what he was holding, looked at Cehir, and replied, "No."

Cecil frowned slightly, why is it so fragrant?

Isri didn't look away from Cehir, but moved a little closer, Cehir felt uncomfortable being stared at, and he insisted on asking: "Look at what I'm doing, quickly untie the ribbon. "

Isri didn't speak. Instead, he took off his gloves and put them aside. He raised his hand and turned Cehir's head, pinching his chin, and turned around.

"What do you want to do again?" Cecil was startled by Isri's actions.

"Young master, don't move." Isri turned his head sideways and breathed softly in Cecil's ear.

Cecil only felt that the tips of his ears were burning slightly, he had never been so close to Isri, what is the situation now.

What a shame!

Just as he was thinking about it, he felt a force coming from his face, and when he realized it, he realized that Isri had squeezed his face.

Cecil frowned, his eyes were squeezed round, and the flesh on his face was lumped together.

"Master, what did you do just now?" Isri asked softly with his mouth open.

Cecil, who was confused, frowned even more, because his words were not accurate when his face was pinched: "What are you doing?"