canary in cage

The overcoat was already warm, and Cecil was wrapped in it, and his body began to warm up within a few minutes. His consciousness was still vague, and he burrowed into a warmer place.

After Cecil was carried back to the hotel, Isri turned around and went out for medicine and gauze.

After all, the hotel is much warmer than the outside, and the soft bed allowed Cecil to sleep for a long time.

Along with turning over, the wound on his leg was also involved, and the sudden pain caused Cecil to wake up from the bed in an instant.

Cecil raised his hand and touched his swollen head, looking at the surrounding scene.

here it is?Hotel?

Who brought him back?

Cecil frowned and looked at the things in the room. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the box on the table, and his heart stopped suddenly.

He had seen this box in Isli's hands before, but after a few minutes of delay, Cehir gradually convinced himself.

Almost every servant would have this box, maybe someone else, how could Isri find it, no.

Cecil swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and moved his legs as if he was walking under the bed. Although he comforted himself in this way, his heart beat abnormally fast.

The wound on the leg was covered with too much mud, and now it hurts terribly if it is moved lightly. Cecil sucked in the cold air, and dragged his body towards them.

After finally reaching the door, Cecil let out a long breath, supported the door panel, sweating profusely on his forehead, and raised his hand to pull the door open.

There was no one outside, so Cecil let go of his hanging heart, turned and walked towards the stairs, but just halfway there, Cecil was cold again, staring at the people who were going up the stairs with wide eyes.

And the person who went upstairs was also staring at Cecil.

It's Isri!Cecil tried his best to suppress the heart that was about to break through the skin surface, his eyes were full of fear, he turned around and ran in the opposite direction after earning two seconds.

But after all, there was only one way down to the second floor, so Cehir had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush back to the room just now.

The door was slammed shut with a "bang", and the lock was locked in one go.

Cecil slid down the back of the door, panting heavily, and before he could recover, there was a knock on the door behind him, and that cold voice came in through the door.

"Master, long time no see."

The people inside the door didn't speak, but Yisli pulled the corner of his lips back and knocked on the door again: "Master, your wound needs to be cleaned."

At this time, Cecil's eyes fell on his calf, which was extremely dirty, blood and mud mixed together, like a firewood stick on the side of the road.

Cecil stood up with support, he didn't dare to open the door, he didn't know what Isri would do, and was about to leave the door, but the people outside opened their mouths again.

"Master, I won't do anything, but your wound must be cleaned, otherwise it will rot..." Isri paused, and the smile on his face became more obvious: "If you don't treat it, you will die from wound infection."

Sure enough, fear appeared in Cecil's eyes again, he moved his body to the door again, and said, "Really?"

"Yes." The person outside the door replied.

Cecil put his hand on the doorknob: "Is what you just said true? What not to do?"

"Yes, sir."

The voice outside said calmly, Cehir hesitated for a few seconds, still gritted his teeth and opened the door, looking up at Isri with a smile on his face.

Isri stepped forward to pick up Cehir, sent him back to the side of the bed, squatted down, and rummaged through the medicines he bought beside him.

"The young master seems to have grown taller."

Cecil lowered his head to look at Isri, and hummed indistinctly. He really didn't know what to say to Isri.

Isri got up and took a basin of warm water, squatted down next to Cecil again, and said calmly, "Master, it will hurt later, bear with it, the sound insulation here is not very good."

Saying that, Isri raised his head to meet Cecil's gaze, Cehir didn't dare to look into Isri's eyes, turned his head, and hummed as usual.

Isri treated the wound with merciless hands, and poured warm water on his calf.

The wound opened instantly, and the newly grown tender/meat couldn't stand the stimulation, so Cecil suddenly wanted to retract his legs.

But in the next second, he was grabbed by Yisili, and the eyes of the two met for the first time.

For a while, Cehir couldn't speak the words of the order, so he could only grit his teeth and relax his legs.

The movements of Isri's hands continued, and Cehir endured the cold sweat on his forehead, and tightly clutched the bed sheet with both hands.

"Master, I want to know about you..." Isri untied the medicine bottle and stopped it above the wound, raised his head and asked, "Why did you run away?"

Cecil opened his frowning brows, looked at Isri with a pair of red eyes, and the blue eyes were still trembling with fear.

"I..." Cecil pursed his lips, "I don't know."

"Ugh... ah!"

Isri poured the potion in his hand down his leg, and Cecil, who was not ready, called out directly, looking at Isri in disbelief.

But Isri's voice was still lukewarm: "Young master, do you think not knowing is the answer?"

Cecil tugged at the bed sheet, pursed his lips and said nothing, turned his head to one side, and stopped looking at Isri.

Cehir stopped talking, and Isri didn't ask anymore. The movements of his hands were a little faster. After the wound on his leg was treated, Isri got up to treat the wound on his forehead.

Perhaps it was because the room was too quiet, and Isri's voice was engraved into Cecil's head like a trial.

"Master, where is the scarf I gave you?"

The surrounding air seemed to be drained violently, and Cecil was a little at a loss.

But who knows, in the next second, Isri freed up a hand and pinched Cecil's chin directly, forcing him to look up at him.

"Master, answer my question."

Isri's voice fell down again, his cold and emotionless eyes were examining him, Cehir wanted to speak to stop him, but all the words were choked in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

"I lost it... I lost it" Cehir opened his mouth half-opened, and answered Isri's words word by word.

Isri's thumb gently rubbed Cehir's chin, and the cold feeling made Cehir feel chills on his back.

"Isri..." Cecil called out his name.

"What's the matter? Master."

"I... I didn't lose it on purpose."

Cecil didn't know why he opened his mouth to explain, obviously he was the superior...

But... after all, it was given by someone else.

The strength in Isri's hands increased slightly, Cecil frowned slightly in pain, and wanted to push Isri's hand away, but Isri opened his mouth and said.

"Master, there's no need to care about dirty things." The corners of Isri's lips raised slightly, and the amber eyes intertwined with the dark blue eyes.

"You say so? My dear young master."

The author has something to say:

Shui: Isri, you have something in your words!

Isri: You are so smart...

Shui: Hey hey, thank you for the compliment