canary in cage

Cecil was trembling with anger, his eyes were gradually congested, and he was trembling while holding the sheets in his hands.

Cecil turned his head sideways and parted Isri's lips, gritted his teeth and said, "Asshole...crazy...".

Isri laughed a few times in a low voice, with a provocative tone in his tone: "Is the young master only cursing these few words?"

Cecil, who was suddenly ridiculed, turned blue and purple in anger. He searched all the vocabulary, but these two words were the only ones left.

Cecil stared round his eyes, looking at Isri angrily.

"Are you really not afraid of being discovered like this? That's the crime of beheading."

Isri moved his hand away from Cehir's ear, the emotions in his eyes made it difficult to figure out, those golden eyes were no longer looking at Cehir.

Isri put his hand on the dining car and said in a nonchalant tone.

"I'm still willing to die for the young master."

Cecil was also stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected such an answer from Isri, but to be honest, before asking this question, he didn't know how Isri planned to answer it.

For all the unknown questions, Cecil would never ask them in the past, but now he asks them in such a high-sounding manner, and waits for the answer with a tongue in his face.

Cehir raised his hand to caress his head. His head was in a mess, and he couldn't organize any problems. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Cehir got back into the quilt again.

He had to reorganize his clarity, he never could believe that he was so nonsensical, like a fool.

But even so, Cehir felt as cold as if he was in an ice cave when he retracted into the quilt. Countless ice blocks wrapped him, and he could not move in the middle.

Cehir closed his eyes and frowned tightly. The voice in his ears continued to amplify, and finally the sound of the door opening exploded in his ears again.

Hearing the sound, Cecil opened his eyes and looked outside the door.

"Master, it's time to take your medicine." Isri walked in from the door with a tray in his hand.

Only then did Cecil realize that he had a fever, which was why his consciousness was so unclear.

He seemed to be making excuses for himself again.

Seeing Isri approaching, Cehir already sat up propped up, took the medicine and stuffed it from his mouth quickly.

The hot water rushed into the throat with the medicine, and the bitter taste erupted in the throat in an instant. Cecil frowned slightly, but still controlled his expression, got under the quilt again, and turned his back to Isri.

Isri took a look at the person on the bed, turned around and walked to the other side, closed the curtains, and left a warm lamp in the room.

"Master, good night."

After speaking, Isri closed the door again and walked out.

In the quiet room, only the breathing of the person on the bed rose and fell. After hearing the sound of closing the door, Cehir turned around and looked up at the ceiling.

The mural that was clearly seen at first has become a little blurred now. Cehir smiled wryly and closed his eyes again.

voluntary?Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for him to agree.

But... Cecil frowned again, opened his eyes, and looked at the closed door, but what method would that lunatic use to get himself to agree.

He didn't dare to think deeply, the wind outside seemed to be getting stronger, and the palpitations became more and more obvious.

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The next day, before dawn, Cehir woke up tormented by the pain behind him, propped himself up, and sat up from the bed, two dark circles were clearly appearing under his eyes.

Early in the morning, there were still a few birdsong outside the window, and Cecil wanted to get out of bed and open the curtains, so he moved his body and put his legs off the bed.

At the beginning, there was nothing wrong with her feet touching the ground very smoothly, but as soon as she stood up vigorously, her legs seemed to have been pulled out of bones, and her whole body went limp directly towards the ground.

Fortunately, Cecil had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly grabbed the quilt on the bed. Unfortunately, the quilt fell to the ground together with the person.

Cecil was a little annoyed, and slapped the ground hard.

At this moment, Isri also pushed the door in from the outside, glanced at Cecil who was sitting on the ground, put down the things in his hand, bent down and helped Cecil up from the ground.

"Master, where do you want to go?"

Cecil hastily withdrew his hand from under Isri's arm, looked at the curtain, and opened his mouth: "Pull the curtain."

Isri nodded slightly, walked to the window, and adjusted the curtains.

Cecil returned to the bed, and his eyes fell on Isri. Now that the distance between the two is so far, they will not and cannot return to the way they were before.

Isri is a little thinner, and the already thin waist is now set off even leaner and more perfectly by the black suit.

This person almost grew up in the public's aesthetic point of view, every inch of skin was flawless, and the night-like hair made the person even more porcelain white.

The curtains were folded like works of art by Isri.

"Master, do you need to open the window?" Isri stood in front of the window, a ray of light from outside hit his body, forming a beautiful shadow.

Cecil tilted his head, looked out of the window with dull eyes, and opened his lips weakly: "No."

After receiving the instructions, Isri came back and fiddled with the things on the dining car.

"Master, today is hot milk and thick soup."

Isri set up the bed table and put the plates on it. Seeing the liquid food in front of him, Cecil sighed unconsciously.

"Anything else?"

"No, young master, you can only eat some liquid food recently." Isri said calmly.

Cehir didn't talk to him either, he picked up a spoon and ate with hunger. After a while, there seemed to be some movement outside the window, and Cehir turned his head away.

The little bird outside came back with a few branches in its mouth, as if building a nest.

"Can I pick some flowers and come in?" Cecil put the spoon aside and opened his mouth.

Isri followed Cehir's line of sight, narrowed his eyes slightly, and answered after a while: "No."

Cecil moved his fingertips. He already knew the answer, so why did he ask.

Looking at the thick soup in the bowl, Cecil frowned, and finally picked up the spoon and ate it bit by bit.

I don't know what's going on, but the sleepiness in my body has become more and more serious these days. Before I wake up for a few minutes after eating, my eyelids start to fight again.

It wasn't until noon that he was awakened by the sound of Isri's door opening. Cecil sat up with his tired body, and subconsciously looked out the window.

Immediately, his nerves seemed to be stimulated, and Cehir stared out of the window with wide eyes, and then turned his head again in the next second, with horror and doubt in his eyes.

"Where's the bird's nest on the tree outside?" Cecil asked while clutching the quilt.

Isri straightened up, glanced outside, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"What do you think, master?"