canary in cage

Isri let out a breath, put on his apron again, and cleaned the room where no dust could be seen.

In this way, the days of being imprisoned in the room only passed three short days, and for Cehir, three days was torture.

The pain in his body subsided a bit, so Cecil got up and tried to move himself.

Both feet stepped on the ground, like cotton candy, soft, but much better than before. Cecil supported the table, followed by the wall, and moved step by step.

In the quiet room, the sound of the iron chain being pulled was very obvious. It was unknown whether the iron chain was too heavy or his body was too weak. After walking a few steps, Cecil began to pant.

Cecil moved his body back and forth, left and right, and continued to walk forward. If he didn't exercise, he might be paralyzed on the bed.

It was morning after all, and Isri should still be preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

How long has passed, Cehir has no memory at all, everything about the time in the room has been completely wiped out by Isri, and Cecir doesn't even know what he looks like now.

After finally moving his hand to the door of the bathroom, Cecil heaved a sigh of relief and pushed the door open.

A clean soapy smell rushed into his nostrils. Compared with the constant air outside, Cehir actually felt that it smelled a little better.

Cecil staggered to the front of the mirror, the first time he saw it, he was completely stunned.

It turned out that so long had passed.

Cecil slowly raised his hand to touch his hair, which had grown to his neck, and the bangs on his forehead almost covered his eyes.

With a slender body and the cover of the oversized clothes, the whole person looked extremely slender. Cehir pushed his hair behind his ears, and the shocking mouth marks on his neck were still there.

After so many days, the color is still clearly visible red. Cehir slid his finger over that spot, he dare not imagine how terrifying the color was at that time.

The scar on Cecil's mouth slowly moved towards the neckline, and the loose neckline was gently pulled down, exposing the entire collarbone to the air.

On the small and delicate collarbone, there are several spots of spots, deep and shallow.

Under the clean robe, there was Cheng Huan's body hidden, clean and dirty, unsightly, a trace of panic flashed in Cecil's eyes.

"Master." Isri's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Cecil suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head to look at Isri with round eyes.

Seeing this, Isri took a step forward with his legs, and the next second, Cehir seemed to be stimulated by something, and quickly backed away.

Because he was too nervous, the chain under his feet bent his legs, and Cecil fell backwards.

Fortunately, Isri reacted in time, stepped forward and grabbed Cehir's wrist, pulling him back directly.

Because of the force, his head hit Isri's chest fiercely, and now Cehir only felt dizzy in his head.

Isri let Cehir go, took a step back, and opened his mouth softly: "Is the young master so scared?"

Cehir lowered his head, still in shock, the strings in his head were about to break, Cehir did not answer Isri's words, and raised his legs to go out.

But after walking a few steps, the wound on his back was pulled violently, his feet became unsteady, and he fell forward again. Cecil made a gesture to hold the door frame.

Isri also turned around and was about to reach out to help him. The next second, Cecil raised his head and slapped Isri's hand away with a dark look.

"Do not touch me!"

Cecil almost yelled these three words, his body trembling with anger, because of the bending of his body, the collar of the clothes fell down again, and the traces inside were almost undisguised in front of Isri .

Isri's hands were in mid-air, looking at Cecil who was suddenly so irritable, thinking of the mirror in the bathroom just now, unconsciously, the corners of Isri's lips smiled secretly.

Cecil looked at Isri who was smiling secretly, the anger in his eyes became more obvious, he gave him a hard look, then turned and walked towards the bed.

The window had already been opened in advance, and Cecil unconsciously raised his head and glanced outside. Coincidentally, there was a squirrel squatting on a tree branch outside, looking eagerly into the room.

Immediately, his heart felt like a roller coaster in a stall. Subconsciously, Cecil turned his head to the side in an instant, and stopped looking at the squirrel on the tree outside.

Isri, who was standing behind him, turned his head sideways and glanced out the window. The squirrel seemed to have seen an enemy from another life, and jumped down from the tree while rolling and crawling.

"It seems that the young master is still obedient." Isri went around in front of Cecil and closed the window again.

When he came back to Cehir again, subconsciously, Cehir hid to the side again.

Isri frowned slightly, pushed the dining car next to him half a minute away, turned around and met Cehir's gaze, as if wanting to confirm one of his thoughts.

Isri took a step forward, and as soon as he raised his hand in the air, Cehir shrank back a bit, his eyes flashed with panic again.

"The young master is so afraid of me?" Isri's voice was very soft, but every word hit Cehir's ears, like the roar of thunder.

Seeing Isri gradually approaching him, the panic in Cecil's eyes became more obvious, and finally he fell directly on the bed.

Cecil tightly clenched the bed sheet, his eyes were full of anger besides the horror.

Isri was getting closer and closer, and I don't know where the courage came from, Cecil stood up abruptly, and raised his hand as if to slap on Isri's body.

Isri could not understand Cehir's intentions, stretched out his hand and directly grabbed Cehir's wrist, pulled him into his arms, and slowly walked along Cehir's back with the other hand.

"Let me go!" Cecil was a little anxious and struggled.

When Cecil was struggling the most, Isri let go of him. Cecil's eyes widened and he fell down on the bed.

The expression on Isri's face was gloomy, and he bent down, pressing on Cehir's body, ignoring the resistance of the people below him, and gently twisting his earlobe with one hand.

"Master~" Isri suppressed his displeasure, and slowly opened his mouth: "I feel that I have already relaxed my control over you."

Cecil's heart was about to burst through the eardrums, and because of the tension in his chest, the sound of his undulating breathing made him forget even his resistance for a while.

"Master, do you still want to go back to the cage?" Isri's voice was very low, and his breath sprayed on his ears, as if sticking to a hot stove: "I don't mind locking you up again."

Saying that, Isri raised his hand to caress Cehir's neck, and stretched down his neck.