canary in cage

Cecil gritted his teeth, glanced out of the window again, then turned his head and stared at Isri.

"What did you do with them?"

Looking at Cecil who was getting annoyed, Isri remained expressionless, and opened his mouth to speak calmly.

"Master thinks I killed them?" Isri looked at Cecil's eyes with some emotion, and then chuckled lightly: "Then master, just pretend that I killed them."

Cecil's body trembled a little, his hands gripped the quilt tighter, and his tone was a little excited: "You crazy! Why are they bothering you!"

A cold light flashed in Isri's eyes, the smile on his lips darkened, and he bent slightly closer to Cehir, with a charming voice.

"But the young master has more eyes on them than me, I'm jealous."

Cecil's pupils trembled violently, being stared at by Isri, he couldn't take his eyes off, those golden eyes grabbed him tightly, it was like a golden hell there.

In the end, Isri chuckled before straightening his body, taking something from his chest pocket, and still threatening Cehir with his mouth.

"Young master, if you are worried about them, you should take care of your eyes. There are more than one or two animals outside."

Cecil looked at Isri angrily, gritted his teeth and didn't know what to say.

There was a smile in Isri's eyes, and there was a small black velvet box in his hand, with a silver rose print on it.

Isri walked up to Cecil, opened the box, and inside lay a silver ring with a circle of silver thread roses wrapped around it.

"Master, give me your hand."

Cecil looked at the ring, but did not hand it over to Isri for a long time: "What are you doing?"

"The young master matches this ring very well, so I bought it back. Don't you want to, the young master?"

Somehow, Cehir actually heard the grievance from Isri's words. After struggling for a long time, Cehir finally handed over his hand.

The moment it fell into Isri's hands, Cehir still trembled unconsciously.

Isri turned around, skillfully tore off the gloves on his hands, took out the ring from the box, and half-kneeled in front of Cecil.

A ring entwined with roses was brought in from the middle finger, the size was just right, and the already slender fingers were even more beautiful.

"I hope the young master won't take it off, it's very beautiful." Isri took Cecil's hand, and didn't drop his mouth on the ring.

He is swearing sovereignty.

A madman's greed for his master is hidden in this rose ring with tiny thorns.

Isri raised his head, and the sound rang in his ears like a cello. The lights above his head reflected the stern silhouette, and his demeanor was sinister and gentle, as if he was in the deepest seabed, wrapping Cehir completely inside.

"Dear Cecil, I will always protect you and love you."

The scorching light in Isri's eyes constantly stimulated Cehir's brain, each time becoming clearer and more intense.

This hidden and turbulent love, the serious weightless heartbeat, all burst out.

"Master, I will love you until the end of my life."

Cecil sat on the edge of the bed, condescendingly looking down at this lunatic who surrendered for himself. He removed all the hostility from his body, and what remained was the love that radiated from his body.

Cecil's ears were a little red, and his eyes fell on the ring, but love is not a prison.

He slowly withdrew his hand, and replied weakly in a weak voice.

"I know, I won't take it off."

Isri raised the corners of his lips, got up and stood in front of Cehir, stretched out his hand to brush Cecir's hair that had grown beyond his eyes, and twirled it behind his ears with his fingertips.

"The young master should stay quietly on the bed. If the wound is torn, he needs to be treated with medicine."

After Isri finished speaking, Cehir was taken aback for a moment, and sat on the bed without daring to move.

The corner of Isri's lips curled up in a nice arc, and he closed the door and backed out.

Cecil moved his body and lay quietly on the bed. In the past few days, he had even stepped out within ten steps, and the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, vulnerable to a single blow.

On the other side, in the garden behind the house, flowers have re-bloomed in some places, and butterflies and bees are scrambling to get the latest one.

Isri held a brown box and a few pieces of old fabric in his hand. The pavilion behind the garden had been cleaned, and the pure white decoration made this place seem more isolated from the world.

Isri placed the things on the stone platform made of marble, and spread out the cloth in his hands one by one.

"Squeak—cheep—"

Suddenly there were a few birdsongs above the quiet garden. After the fabric was ready, Isri stepped on the stone bench and took down the bird's nest that was placed in the pavilion.

The little birds inside were just born, and they were still shivering from the cold. Isri piled up the laid cloths in the nest, and the little birds seemed to have found a source of heating, and several of them squeezed their heads into it.

Isri's rare eyes showed a trace of softness, and he gently rubbed the head of a bird that couldn't squeeze in with his fingertips.

Following Isri's finger, Xiaoniao put her entire face on it, rubbing against Isri's finger.

The brown box contained freshly fried dry rice. Just as it was sprinkled into the bird's nest, the group of little guys turned their heads again, nodding and eating as if they were pounding garlic, as if they had been hungry for a long time.

It was still the same one just now, it still hadn't grabbed the food, and could only look at Isri eagerly.

Those dark eyes were not afraid of strangers, straightened up and half-flyed and half-walked towards Isri.

Isri poured some on his hand, and the little bird jumped onto Isri's hand without hesitation, and slowly ate its own food.

Looking at something no bigger than a palm, Isri's eyebrows twitched slightly.

A few days ago, I saw the female bird adding a nest, but these days, I didn't see it at all, only these little things were left, chirping and screaming in the tree.

After the little bird was full, he lay down in Isri's hand and fell asleep again. His bulging stomach was still trembling. Isri raised his hand to stroke the soft hair, and his eyes became cold again.

It would be great if the young master was so obedient.

Isri put the bird back into the nest, put it on the block of the pavilion again, and looked up at the house in the distance.

Although most of them have been refurbished, there are still a small number of places that can't be helped, and they still maintain the scorched appearance.

Isri put on his gloves again, looked at a room somewhere on the second floor, and was in a daze.

Cecil is now... afraid of him, and even believes in some unfounded affirmations.

But unconsciously, Isri laughed out loud.

Isn't it more convenient to guide such a young master?

He wanted to look at those eyes suppressing lust again.

No matter what method is used.

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