canary in cage

Yisli paused, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he leaned slightly: "Master, it's time to go back to the room."

After finishing speaking, Cecil suddenly turned his head and stared at Isri with wide eyes. After a while, he turned around and walked to the second floor by himself, and Isri followed behind him unhurriedly.

It wasn't until the door of the room that Cehir turned back to meet Isri's gaze, opened his mouth and asked, "When was the cage ready?"

Isri walked in front of Cecil, pushed the door open, and said in a soft but emotionless voice, "The day after the young master escaped."

Cecil didn't speak, and followed Isri into the golden cage again.

Isri squatted down and put the iron ring around Cehir's ankle again. Just when he was about to stand up, Cehir suddenly opened his mouth.

"Isri."

"exist"

Cecil took a deep breath and asked, "Did you kill someone?"

Isri put the key back on his waist, raised his eyes to meet Cecil's gaze: "If I say I don't have it, will the young master believe it?"

The question suddenly turned to himself, and Cecil didn't know how to answer Isri's question for a while.

He also has no right to judge.

Looking at Cecil who was still hesitating, Isri lowered his head and gave a chuckle before continuing.

"In the young master's subconscious mind, I am suspected of murder, or the young master has already determined that I should be the murderer, so what I say has no meaning."

Cecil turned his head away, not looking at Isri, and Isri's voice could be heard again.

"Master, I don't, and I won't."

Cecil's eyes trembled, he turned his head, and was about to say something but was interrupted by Isri.

"Because, without your permission, I will not do anything that is detrimental to your interests." Isri paused and opened his mouth: "Master, maximizing your interests is what I will follow from the beginning everything."

After finishing speaking, Isri stood up, without even leaving Cehir's last sight, turned around and locked the last lock of the cage, closed the door and walked out.

Isri controlled all of Sehir's social interactions, even since Cehir came back, the curtains in the room had not been opened.

After experiencing this accident, Isri became more and more sensitive to Cehir's actions. Even if Cehir just went to the bathroom, Isri still guarded the door tightly, waiting for the first moment when Cehir came out. , will squat down and put the iron chain on the ankle.

"Where's today's newspaper?" Cecil sat in the middle of the cage and looked at Isri.

Yisili tidied up the sundries in the room, and said indifferently, "Master, you don't need to know what's going on outside, just take it obediently."

"Are you going to keep me from going out?" Cecil's nerves tightened, and his voice was a little hurried.

Isri looked at Cecil again, and pulled back the corners of his lips: "I haven't discussed with the young master about hiding things under the bed from the beginning, so the young master should not think about touching me." The bottom line is good."

In an instant, Cecil's eyes fell on the bed behind him. That location was a place that he thought was very secret. How did Isri find out!

Cecil stiffened his head, glanced back at Isri, and looked at the closed curtain again, and the movements of Isri's hands continued.

I don't know how long it took intermittently, and the temperature around my body seemed to be warmer.

The eyes of Sehir, who was always in the dark place, seemed to be a bit blurred than before, and the skin on his body was white and almost transparent, and the blue blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.

The golden hair that seemed to come from the hand of God is even more dazzling on this fair skin, and the blue eyes are a little lighter, like a translucent sapphire.

Iron chains were wrapped around the slender and straight legs, and the angel with broken wings in the cage was imprisoned by the devil. The devil's desire became more and more crazy day by day, and the eyes that were so well concealed always made the people in the cage a little scared.

"Master, good morning."

The demon came in from the room again, Cehir tilted his head, his expression was not obvious, until Isri opened the cage and walked in, Cehir opened his mouth.

"Isri, I want to get out...I beg you..."

Isri raised his head, stretched out his hand to caress Cehir's face, and gently stroked the skin under his eyes with his thumb, his movements were gentle, but what he said made Cehir feel cold.

"I refuse, master, it's too dirty outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Isri moved his hand down, pinched Cecil's chin, and forced his head up.

"Master, after so long, you are still saying these words, am I being too loose with you?"

Saying that, Yisili narrowed his eyes, turned his head sideways, and his breathing became disordered, moving slowly towards the powdery lips. Seeing that something was wrong, Cecil quickly opened his eyes wide, and stretched out his hand to push Yisili away. , not daring to meet Isri.

"I see, I won't go out, you go to work first."

Seeing Cecil who resisted so much, Isri frowned slightly, got up and glanced at the person sitting on the ground, then turned and walked out.

Looking at the closed door, Cehir let out a heavy breath, and within a few seconds, there was the sound of glass shattering, followed by a gust of wind that blew the curtains up.

The sunlight outside brought some dust, all squeezed in through the broken hole.

For a moment, Cecil was stunned. All this happened so suddenly, and he didn't react until the light hurt his eyes.

"Squeak!"

There were several calls in the room, and Cecil looked around, only to find that it was a squirrel.

As soon as the squirrel at the side noticed that someone was staring at him, the two exchanged glances, and the squirrel stumbled towards Cecil's hand.

Before this incident happened for a second, the door behind him was pushed open, and the wind blew the curtains up again.

The smile on Cecil's face froze instantly, and the squirrel in his arms kept rubbing against his hair.

Visible to the naked eye, a trace of disgust flashed in Isri's eyes, and Cecil was frozen. It wasn't until Isri grabbed the squirrel from his arms that Cehir realized the pain of grabbing Isri. The pant legs trembled.

"Don't...don't hurt him..."

Cecil already subconsciously thought that Isri would put the squirrel to death.

Isri looked down at Cecil from a height, and his body just blocked the light from the window.

Then, Isri squatted down, pinched Cecil's face mercilessly, and said in a cold voice, "Don't hurt it? Why don't you exchange it, how about I hurt the young master?"

Cehir's eyes trembled violently, Isri didn't listen to what Cehir wanted to say, turned around and released the squirrel in his hand from the hole.

Turning around, the cobra-like amber golden eyes only stared at the prey in the cage.