canary in cage

"You are crazy! If I am found out, it will be a death penalty!"

Cecil had never lost such a big temper before, he almost yelled at Isri, trembling as he clutched the goose down on the ground.

Isri didn't care on his face, and raised his head to meet Cehir's gaze. After a while, he lowered his head and tied the last gauze.

"Then I am willing to die with the young master." Isri's thin lips parted slightly, his voice was indifferent, and he raised his eyes to meet Cecil's gaze again: "Young master, from now on, you are mine and no one can touch you! "

Cecil's eyes were trembling, his upper teeth were biting his lower lip tightly, and the breath in his nose was a little disordered.

Isri was serious, Cecil gradually let go of his grip, his voice changed from the excitement just now to flat, and he looked at Isri.

"You're a complete lunatic."

Isri looked Cehir up and down, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he stood up with a chuckle, locked the cage, closed the door and walked out.

The little thing is still very stubborn now, but in a few days, he believes that the little thing will not be able to bear it.

Isri leaned against the back of the door, a flash of complacency flashed in his eyes, but more emotions were covered by layers of desire.

Cecil, who was still angry, threw out the rose beside him heavily, and suddenly a burst of stomach rebellion pulled Cecil back to reality.

He is hungry and thirsty.

As expected, Isri never left any leeway in his work, and Cehir lay down on the ground again in order to ensure his physical strength.

In this case, Cecil relaxed his body, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the top of his head, and remained motionless.

Isri will not let him die, then he will fight Isri to the end, Cehir closes his eyes again.

He is the leader.

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But he miscalculated all this.

Because all food and water were cut off, the cage was the only place for Cecil to go, and Isri could survive. He would only bring things for washing every morning and evening, what's more, the things on the towels Moisture is also wrung out.

Day after day, three days passed in a blink of an eye. Sehir, who was in the room, could only tell whether it was morning or night. These three days were a torment for him, even more torment than not knowing the time.

There was no drop of water, some places between the lips were dry and cracked, and the throat seemed to be on fire. Cecil lay on the blanket, and the sound of breathing sounded more obvious.

Esri obviously knew that if he just didn't eat, that person would persist for a long time, or even longer, but it was obvious that this demon couldn't wait for such a long time, he wanted to make the little bird feel the threat of death.

Isri glanced at Cecil who was lying in the cage, pulled back the corner of his lips, closed the door again and walked out, and he deliberately delayed it for another day.

It's about to die.

The next day, Cehir curled up beside the cage, and the things in front of him began to blur. He had no strength at all, and even his throat could only make a hissing sound.

Isri pushed open the door, and there was a glass of water on the tray in addition to the towels from the morning wash. For Cehir, this meant saving his life.

Hearing the sound of the chain ringing, Cehir was still lying on the ground motionless, and Isri didn't make any extra noise, pulling up Cehir on the ground and laying it sideways on his lap.

"Master, can you still hold back?" Isri said with a charming voice, "I brought the water here."

Cecil's eyes lit up a little when he heard "water", but he still didn't move.

Isri freed up one hand to drag Cehir, and with the other hand, poured out the water in the cup to the point where it stuck to his fingertips, and raised his hand to gently wipe it on Cehir's lips.

The lips that felt the irritation, like the land that has been dry for a long time, are greedily devouring the only nectar, regardless of the dry and cracked wound on the mouth, Cehir frowned, licking/licking his lips unconsciously with his tongue.

"If the young master doesn't speak, I'm leaving." Isri's eyes rested on the lips that gradually became pink.

Cehir only felt that his mind was like a mass of paste, he really couldn't underestimate Isri too much, how could he underestimate what a lunatic said.

"I..." Cecil opened his eyes: "Please..."

If he doesn't do something, he will die... Cecil told himself this, with a little force on his fingertips, he grabbed Isri's clothes.

"Master, I can't hear you." Isri revealed playfulness in his eyes, and gently opened his mouth next to Cecil's ear.

Cecil frowned, and opened his dry lips again: "I...please...water..."

Cecil spoke intermittently, and Isri finally showed a satisfied look in his eyes, and he picked up the water glass on the tray and handed it to Cecil's mouth.

"really obedient."

But there was no water for a long time, and most of the water in the water glass flowed out from his mouth, and Cecil opened his mouth unconsciously.

The water flowing down suddenly disappeared, and Cecil couldn't help frowning slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with the person who poured the water.

Isri stared at Cecil's lips, and chuckled lightly: "Master, it's no wonder I'm so wasteful."

As he spoke, Isri lifted the water glass and drank a little water, raised his hand to pinch Cehir's face, parted his mouth in an arc, and leaned over to swallow it.

A trace of coldness flowed into his throat along the teeth, Cehir finally opened his brows a little, and greedily sucked the clear water from Isri's mouth.

The sudden movement startled Isri, but he quickly reacted and followed Cehir's movements.

This is the first time that he has not personally spoken to the god he has been coveting for a long time. His slightly pink lips have been teasing his desire all the time, and this time he finally got his wish.

Just like Eve stealing the forbidden fruit with her hands, nervousness, excitement and fear, the mellow fruit is now in her mouth.

Isri's heart is like a mess at the moment, and the desire suppressed in his heart is constantly breaking through the cerebral cortex. The so-called fear and tension are just a flash.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly touched the chapped place between Cehir's lips. The stimulation of saliva made Cehir frown, but Isri was unwilling to give up, and still gnawed on the fruit he was greedy for.

After the water in his mouth was finished, Isri drank a second sip of water again, pried open the white teeth of the person on his body, and sent in a trace of coolness.

This move lasted for more than ten minutes, and Cecil was finally relieved, because he was so exhausted that he unsuspectingly leaned on Isri and fell asleep.

Isri looked at the sleeping person on his body and the red lips that had been suppressed, the heat of desire in his eyes was even more terrifying.

"Master, you'd better be on guard against me, your smell is too tempting."