canary in cage

Isri freed his thumb and gently rubbed the corner of Cecil's mouth, saying in a voice that didn't match: "Young Master has dust on his mouth, I'll wipe it off for Young Master."

Cecil was stunned for half a second, then slapped Isri's hand away, then quickly raised his hand and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Still watching what I do, untie it quickly!" Cecil opened his mouth and gave an order.

When Esri looked at being photographed aside, he smiled and took his hand back, and slowly untied the ribbon.

A knot that could have been untied quickly, was forced to be untied by Isri for several minutes, and finally pulled the ribbon away because he couldn't hold it any longer.

Seeing that the ribbon was pulled away, Cecil immediately jumped away from Isri and stood aside, looking at Isri with a puffy face.

There were only one or two that were not hung on the wall, and Isri's eyes were bent, and he turned around and raised his hands to tie the ribbons on the nails.

I don't know if Isri gained a little weight or the clothes are too flattering, the slender and thin side waist is tightly wrapped by the black deacon suit jacket, and several folds are formed on the surface of the clothes.

The slender and straight legs stood one after the other, and from time to time you could still see the waistline exposed because of the slight tiptoes.

Cecil stood aside, glanced at Isri inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and couldn't hide the envious emotion in his eyes.

The more I looked at Cecil, the more aggrieved I felt, and finally I could only sit on the side sullenly, staring straight at the fireplace.

After Isri cut the last ribbon, he turned around and saw Cecil hugging himself like a mushroom.

This mushroom also keeps itself warm.

Isri put on the gloves on the table again, then turned and went out. In the first second after going out, Cecil turned his head and looked at the door.

Go out without saying a word, really spoiled!

After complaining, Cecil turned his head back to look at the burning fireplace.

A few minutes later, there was finally a sound at the door, and Cecil turned his head to see Isri holding a box in his hand.

Seeing Isri approaching, Cehir moved his body and left an empty seat for Isri.

Isri knelt down halfway, and handed the box to Cecil: "Master, your Christmas present."

Cecil's pupils widened slightly, and he didn't take what was in Yisri's hand for a long while, only to see Yisri continue to say, "It's a thank you for your rose before."

Cecil looked into Isri's eyes, took the box from Isri's hand in an instant and asked, "What is this?"

"Young Master, you'll know when you disassemble it." Isri said sarcastically.

The whole body of the box is dark gray, with dark golden patterns engraved on it, bordered with slender flowing gold, and the opening is hung with a bright silver single-hole lock.

Once again, Cecil's blood pressure in his heart rose to the highest level unconsciously, and he opened the lock with trembling fingertips. Inside lay a dark wine-red scarf quietly embellished with rose embroidery at the tail.

The color of the scarf was so wild rose that it seemed to come to life in another form.

Seeing that Cehir didn't move, Isri raised his hand and took the scarf out of the box. Cehir was startled and looked at Isri.

Isri opened the scarf, and there seemed to be its unique fragrance inside. While Cehir was in a daze, Yisri stepped forward and raised his hand to wrap the scarf around Cehir's neck.

"Master, I'll bring it for you." Isri's breathing sounded on the tips of his ears.

Cecil stared at Isri with his neck stuck. The fabric of the scarf was very soft, and when he wore it around his neck, his whole body instantly became warm.

After Esri brought it to Cecil, he returned to his original position, and the blanket in front of the fireplace seemed to be getting thicker. Cecil touched the scarf around his neck, and he opened his mouth to speak after a while.

"Thank you."

The corners of Isri's lips curled into a beautiful arc, and his voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect: "The fireplace is very hot tonight, so don't worry about catching a cold, young master. Go to bed early, and I will be with you."

Cecil followed Isri's words and lay down on the blanket, with the fur covering his whole body. Within a few seconds, he felt drowsy.

The scarf was spread out on the white carpet, as if a glass of red wine had been spilled on it, flamboyant yet elegant, gorgeous yet elegant.

The people on the white carpet curled up slightly, and the sound of breathing gradually became even. Isri pulled the blanket from the side and gently covered Cehir's body.

The voice is low and charming, and if you listen carefully, it seems that it is not the language used here.

"Joyeyxnoel, Moncheri."

The person curled up on the blanket frowned slightly when he heard the voice, but he didn't make much movement. He just turned over and turned his back to Isri.

Isri's amber eyes were illuminated by the fire in the fireplace, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes showed a lazy look, and he lay sideways beside Cehir.

The golden soft fine hair kept provoking an itchy flesh on the tip of Isri's heart, and in the end, Isri, who couldn't bear the temptation, gently wrapped a strand of hair that had grown out with his little finger.

In the middle of the night, the fireplace was lit with warm light, shining brightly in the quiet room. Just as Easley said, the fireplace is very warm tonight.

Isri is not greedy for sleep at night, on the contrary, he is more in love with his long-awaited god.

The sentence just now was translated by taking advantage of the bright moonlight, like a romantic galaxy in the universe, countless stars are connected to the star track and rotate forever.

"Merry Christmas, dear."

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The next day, Isri prepared everything for today, and today was another day of prayer as usual. Sexi's people rubbed their eyes and sat on the blanket in a daze.

"Master, it's getting late, you should pack up and go." Isri bowed respectfully and said, beside him were breakfast and toiletries that had been prepared.

Cecil exhaled, looked at the sky outside which was not completely bright, got up helplessly, sighed secretly and prepared everything obediently.

Because of the snow last night, the steps at the door had already sunk into the snow, but the snow on the road that the carriage must pass had already been swept away by Isli.

Standing by the window, Cecil had to marvel at how early Isri got up.

Isri went to prepare the carriage, leaving Cehir sitting alone in the room waiting. For some reason, as if something was pushing and wrestling, Cehir actually got under the bed.

In his secret compartment, there was a crumpled boat ticket and several large bank notes.

Oddly enough, Cehir put two things in his pocket, as if he had some protection, Cehir felt much calmer than usual.