canary in cage

In the quiet room, only the sound of the breathing of the two remained. Cehir choked his throat, and stepped back half a point involuntarily.

Isri didn't care about Cehir's current behavior, stepped into the cage with long legs, squatted down and pulled the iron chain, then dragged Cehir to him, took out the key from his waist and untied the chain.

Cecil's eyes were filled with horror, his mouth half-opened and he didn't know what to say.

Isri put the key back on his waist again, glanced at Cehir, grabbed Cehir's arm and directly lifted him up from the ground.

Cecil staggered, and actually threw himself directly on Isri's chest. Without stopping, Esri carried the person and walked towards the bathroom.

Seeing Esri's movements, Cehir knew what Esri wanted to do, but after all, he still had injuries to his legs and was limping when he walked.

Not keeping up with Isri's pace for a while, Cehir tripped his front foot onto his back foot, and fell straight forward.

Cecil closed his eyes tightly, the pain he imagined did not hit, but his waist tightened, and when he opened his eyes, he was already held onto his shoulders by Isri.

Isri was already thin, and the bones of his shoulders were constantly rubbing against his lower abdomen, which caused a sharp pain.

Inevitably, the person on the shoulder grinned a little, but he didn't dare to resist. He could only hold on to the clothes on Isri's back for fear of falling off.

It was still in the original position, and the huge mirror in front of him remained unchanged, and it could even be said to be clearer. Cecil tilted his head, not looking at the mirror, and his eyes fell on Isri who was preparing things.

Isri moved very quickly today, and the time was reduced by half compared to before. In order to follow Isri's thoughts, Sehirton raised his hand after a second and slowly took off the nightgown on his body.

Isri put the things next to Cehir, but before Cehir could react, Isri directly pulled out the clothes from Cehir's hand.

"Master, don't put your clothes so close, they will get wet." Then he hung the clothes on the hanger far away.

Immediately, the side of Cehir's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Isri still had no extra emotions in his eyes, scooped out a basin of water from the bathtub, and poured it directly on Cehir's arm.

"Ah! Mmm..."

Cecil immediately retracted his hands behind his back, staring at Isri with wide eyes, and the corners of his eyes sparkled physiologically due to the stimulation.

"What are you doing!" Cecil clasped his hands with some excitement.

But Isri showed no mercy, directly reached out and forcibly pulled out Cehir's hand that was behind him and held it tightly.

The skin that was already delicate, turned bright red in an instant when the hot water was poured on it, and Cecil was still trembling slightly, as if he was inviting others to bully him.

"Didn't I say it, young master?"

Isri scooped up a basin of water again and poured it on his arms. Cecil frowned, the water in his eyes became more obvious, and he wanted to draw it back, but he couldn't resist Isri's strength at all.

"The things outside are too dirty, young master." Isri paused: "I will clean it for you."

Cecil's eyes were as red as a pomegranate, and his blue eyes looked at Isri, as if he was begging the devil to let him go.

But the constant exchange of air between the lips, and the trembling golden hair in the air, all quietly aroused the desire in Isri's heart.

"Isli...it's okay..." Cecil's trembling voice amplified infinitely in the empty bathroom.

Isri paused for a moment, and this time he listened to Cehir's words obediently. The liberated Cehir's body suddenly collapsed, and the red marks on his wrists were dazzling.

The end of Isri's eyes twitched slightly, looking at the red mark, he felt his throat dry and sore.

Cehir, who thought it would end like this, suddenly felt a chill in his back, and in the next second, his entire back leaned against Isri's body.

The bright silver decoration touched the skin, and suddenly the frozen Cecil straightened his waist forward half a point. Isri raised his hand to lift Cecil's chin, his voice seemed to be suppressing something.

"Master, look up at yourself."

Cehir frowned, followed Isri's words for a while, opened his eyes, and looked at the person in the mirror, Cecir was also stunned for a while.

Isri chuckled and opened his mouth: "Is it attractive? Master."

Cecil bit his lip and wanted to turn his head away, but after finding that he couldn't do it, he could only close his eyes again.

"Young master, open your eyes." Isri squeezed his jaw slightly harder.

Cecil didn't move, so Isri could only sigh, and moved his hand to the neck with the other hand, slowly reaching down. ,

"Master, do you know how attractive you look like now?"

Isri's voice was a little lower, and the air exhaled from his nose was hot, spraying on Cehir's neck, causing the person in his arms to tremble again.

Isri's fingertips were cold, and they slid across the skin inch by inch, staying on the small collarbone for a few seconds, and then picked up his fingers and slowly slid down.

"Master, do you know how long I have endured for so long?"

Cehir's body trembled even more, and Isri's fingertips had reached his waist. In the end, Cehir couldn't hold back and opened his eyes.

The self in the mirror is like the juiciest fruit on the tree, and its fate is to be swallowed by others.

"I... I opened my eyes." Cecil swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and met the eyes of the people behind him.

Isri's gradually lowering hand stopped, the corners of his lips hooked back, and his index finger made a circle on Cecil's neck again, with a charming and deep voice.

"Master, you are so good."

Sometimes he really wanted to swallow this stubborn little bird directly into his belly.

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The water washing his body was still very hot, Cehir could only bear the torment of his voice, but all of this could not be concealed from the red marks under his eyes.

Until the end of the whole process, Cehir cried like he was dehydrated. When Isri wrapped the bath towel around Cehir's body, Cehir's body trembled inexplicably again.

"asshole……"

Cehir's voice was very low, but Isri caught these two words. He moved very lightly, holding Cehir in his arms, with a smile in his eyes.

Although he grew taller, his weight seemed to be lighter than before. Isri put Cehir back on the blanket, put on his clothes, and locked the iron chain, then his eyes fell on Cehir's eyes.

Then, Isri raised his hand and brushed Cehir's hair behind his ears, pinched his face and raised Cehir's head to look at himself.

Cecil's eyes flashed with horror: "What are you doing!"