canary in cage

"Otherwise...otherwise I will never have anything to eat!" Luoman said with his eyes closed, and then opened them, his eyes were firmer than before.

Cecil smiled softly, and finally the plate came back to him.

It was noon and the sun was out, but the weather was still cold, but at least it was much better than in the morning.

Sea Breeze seemed to take pity on these two poor children, but it didn't raise too much wind at noon.

In the middle of the sea, the fishy smell is less, and a faint smell of sea salt floats in from the window, washing the deep soul.

The West Asian continent is no longer visible here. Sehir put the empty plate aside, looked at the endless ocean, and couldn't open his eyes scorched by the sun.

It's hard to see such a scene in West Asia. It's been almost two days. What is Isri doing now?

That lunatic must have gone crazy long ago, is he still here to catch himself?What happens if you catch it?Cecil didn't dare to think...

Maybe it's possible to die yourself.

Cecil pulled up the scarf around his neck again, as if recalling something from the past, the smell on the scarf was so weak that it was almost gone.

It takes at least a week to go to the East Asian continent from here, and now only two days have passed, and tonight is Christmas, and Sehir unconsciously felt a little sour on the tip of his nose.

He managed to escape before Christmas, after all.

"Is brother crying?" Loman seemed to notice something wrong with Cehir, and opened his mouth and said, "Today is Christmas, brother, don't cry."

Cecil sniffed and looked up at Loman. He didn't cry, maybe it was just the corners of his eyes were red.

"Not crying," Sehir explained.

Luoman put his legs away, propped his head on his hands and tilted his head and said to Cecil: "I am with my brother, my brother is not alone."

After speaking, Luoman leaned his head on Cehir's body. Cehir still flinched unconsciously, but the movement was not big. After a few seconds of stiffness, he still let Luoman lean on him.

"Thank you."

Cecil's voice was not loud, and it happened to be covered by the sea breeze outside. Luoman didn't hear it, and fell asleep within a few minutes of leaning on Cecil.

With the sound of even breathing and a few snores, Cehir turned his head and his eyes fell on Luoman's swollen face.

On the dry skin that was blown by the wind, if you look closely, you can still see that the original skin is soft.

On the side face that was not as big as a palm, the water marks had dried up, and the fingerprints on the face became more obvious. A trace of pity flashed in Cecil's heart, and he raised his hand to gently touch Luoman's face.

It may be that the fever was severe. As soon as Cecil touched it, Luoman frowned, shrank back to Cecil, and covered his face.

Cecil exhaled, and suddenly there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, recalling the past two days, in the end, he was the one who was taken care of.

Just like a child who can't take care of himself, thinking of Cehir, he rubbed the hair on his forehead, wrapped the extra scarf around his back and put it on Loman's shoulders.

Everything returned to calm, and the sea breeze gently lifted Cecil's hair on his forehead. The light outside reflected the soft golden hair, trembling in the air like golden threads.

After a long time, Cehir's eyelids also began to fight. After shaking his head in the air twice, he leaned against the window and fell asleep.

Today's West Asia continent is terribly foggy, and weeds grow a lot outside the castle deep in the forest.

It has not been taken care of here for two days, and even the food in the stables outside is half gone.

In the room where the light was not turned on, all kinds of bright silver chains were scattered on the floor, and the sheets that were always laid neatly were now in a mess.

Isri was lying on the bed, his pale amber pupils seemed to be in a daze, and he was stunned for a while, his eyes moved slightly, and then returned to the way they were just now.

He went to buy a ticket, but it's half a month before the next sailing, and he will stay here all the time during this half month.

Half a month later, how dirty his things would be, and suddenly thinking of this, Isri's snort became heavier, and he turned over and punched the wall.

There was a vase on the table in the room, and a few withered branches were inserted in the vase, and the barbs on it hung limply from it.

This is the rose that Cecil picked that day, and it has withered now, leaving only dryness.

Because of the cover of the heavy fog, the weather was bright at noon, and now the room is also dark.

After all, the birds are too undisciplined, and they will fly away without a trace if they relax a little.

The supreme and perfect god is now so dirty that it is unsightly.

He wants to catch that little bird that is not very obedient.

Isri gently raised his left hand, and the iron chain on the ground was rattled.

The porcelain-white slender hands did not wear the long white gloves, and Isri was holding the small silver ring.

This is worn on the hand.

Isri closed his eyes and sucked in a breath of cool air through his nose.

The slender white wrist was wearing an iron ring, looking at him with fear in his eyes, and kept saying begging for mercy, begging him to let him go.

This young master... is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people suffocate and drive people crazy.

Isri kept drawing Cehir's appearance in his mind, and suddenly it coincided with the scene he saw in Huajie before.

The blond hair flickered in the air, the pink body turned red from being teased, and the cherry-like red lips kept making intoxicating voices.

This scene seemed to be engraved into his head suddenly, and Sehir's appearance became more and more obvious.

Isri suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He actually wanted to do this kind of thing to Cecil.

impossible!That's his god!His god cannot be defiled!

Isri, who was about to wake himself up, seemed to suddenly think of something, sat up from the bed suddenly, and the complex emotions in his eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Those long and narrow phoenix eyes have been completely occupied by desire, and the animal nature is constantly tearing at the precarious brain.

Also, his god is already dirty, the lofty and great god has fallen from the altar, filthy as hell.

Isri leaned against the wall, the biting cold pierced deeply into the spine of his back.

He wants to imprison his god on the altar.

The corners of Isri's lips curled up, and he raised his hand to undo two buttons on his neck and shoulders. The slender and exquisite collarbone seemed to have been finely polished.

All the way down, Isri slowly lifted the hem of his clothes and rested his hands on the waistband of his trousers.

After a pause for a second or two, Isri still put his hand down.

It was only when I touched it that I realized that my hands were so cold that I almost lost consciousness.

Yes, he is going crazy!He has not closed his eyes for two days.

But now Cehir, who is full of thoughts, unconsciously feels a little hot in his body.