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Cecil pursed his lips and chuckled: "I haven't said that I don't believe you, but why are you so nervous?"

"I... am worried..." Isri's voice was weak: "I'm worried that you don't believe me."

"No." Cecil said, turning his head away, looking at the treetops outside in a daze: "I believe you."

There was a silence between the two before Yisli opened his mouth tentatively again: "Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"

"What good can you gain by lying to me? What else can you do but ask for my forgiveness?"

Cecil had never felt that Isri had so many questions, and this was the first time he had asked him so thoroughly.

"Let's go, it's a bit strange to talk about this in my mother's room." Cehir reached out and closed the window, walked to Isri's side and opened his mouth: "Today we are making cream stew."

Isri stared at Cecil's back in a daze.

"Yes."

The days before were like being put in shackles, no one was mentioning that matter, and no one would be talking about it, time would indeed wash away all the embarrassment.

Everything returned to normal, life as before, because of the restoration of nutrition, Sehir also grew a lot taller, and his facial features were much more refined than before.

It was only at this time that the people in the chamber of commerce came into contact with Christy's real master for the first time.

When they got the news, the entire chamber of commerce was in a state of shock, looking at Isri and Cehir a little at a loss.

Sehir, who took over the job at full power, did not have the same idle energy as before. He spent all day in the study and did not come out, and all three meals were settled in the study.

There is no such thing as summer in the West Asian continent. As soon as spring is over, the weather turns cold. In the evening, Isri boiled hot milk, and when he entered the door, he saw Cecil lying on the table.

Subconsciously, Esri slowed down, put the milk aside, turned around and went out to bring in the blanket.

Just as he was about to cover Cecil, the person lying on the table moved, raised his head, and lazily stretched out his hands to support his chin.

"What time is it?" Cecil asked confusedly.

"Seven in the evening."

Listening to Isri's words, Cehir flipped through the documents on the table behind him, and frowned unconsciously.

"Master, let's rest first, don't rush to deal with it." Isri opened his mouth worriedly.

Cecil tilted his head to pick up the glass and took a sip of the milk, then lowered his head and leaned on his arm.

Cecil's hair had already grown to the position slightly below the neck, and the slender hair added a bit of sexiness to the whole face. Isri was a little stunned for a while, and couldn't move his eyes for a long time.

"What are you looking at me for?" Cecil also noticed Isri's gaze and looked up.

Isri came back to his senses, and quickly looked away: "Young master's hair has grown."

Speaking of hair, Cecil straightened up and leaned on the back of the chair, curled his fingers and whispered: "Isn't it pretty?"

When the question was thrown into Yisri's hands, Yisri was taken aback for a moment and said honestly: "It looks good."

Cecil raised the corners of his lips, stood up, turned around and sat on the table, his eyes were at the same level as Isri's, those blue eyes were too confusing, just looking at them would make people fall in.

"Isli." Cecil's voice was very soft, like a feather gliding gently in his ears.

The more Cecil was like this, the faster Isri's heart beat: "Do you have any orders?"

Isri cautiously opened his mouth and asked, seeing Cecil's slightly raised eyes, his throat was a little dry and hot.

"I look like this, do you like it?"

Isri narrowed his eyes, he never thought that these words came from Cehir's mouth, and those eyes looked at him seductively.

Cehir's change really caught him off guard. He seemed to have missed a century, as if in the last second, Cehir was still a child eagerly begging to be picked up by himself.

"Speak." Cecil's order was uncompromising.

Isri's hand holding the tray was tight, and he couldn't take his eyes off Cehir's gaze, so he could only bite the bullet and open his mouth.

"like."

As soon as the two words came out, the tips of Isri's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, Cecil laughed triumphantly, and moved his body towards Isri's direction.

Isri was really taken aback by Cecil's actions, and quickly took a step back, opening his mouth: "The kitchen is still cooking soup, young master, I'm leaving first."

As he spoke, Isri lowered his head and did not look at Cehir.

"Go." Cecil did not hold back.

When Isri closed the door, Cecil jumped off the table and sat on the stool again, looking down at the documents on the table.

After the door was closed, Cecil raised his head again, the smile on his face regained his composure, looking at the cup next to him, his thoughts went back to Isri's expression just now.

Isri, you don't want to go back to the past.

The difference from Cehir is that Esri is like an ant on a hot pot now, standing in the kitchen is not as overwhelmed as before.

Every part of Cehir's body is attracting him all the time, which is already uncomfortable, but now Cecir is still actively provoking, which almost makes Isri's nerves explode.

It was windy outside, and it looked like it was going to rain. Isri pulled his nerves back and cleaned up the garbage in the kitchen.

Xu Shi was so serious that he didn't even know anyone was coming outside, until he raised his head and met Cecil who was standing at the door.

"Don't boil the milk next time, black tea will be fine." Sehir put the cup on the table and opened his mouth.

"Yes." Isri stood up and answered.

Cecil turned his head and glanced at the things cooking in the pot, then turned around and opened the cabinet next to his head. Unfortunately, the things he wanted were still on the second floor.

"Isri, take the jar on top." Cecil stood aside and said with his mouth open.

Isri put down the things in his hands, walked to Cehir's side, and raised his hands to fumble.

The deacon's suit, which was supposed to modify the figure, now perfectly outlines the curves of the side figure, and the slender waist seems to be born for this suit.

Cecil's eyes finally stopped on it, and Isri was stared a little at a loss, and opened his mouth: "Master, which jar do you want?"

"The innermost one." Cecil opened his mouth and said without looking up.

Isri frowned, and had no choice but to stand on tiptoe and carefully push the outer jar aside.

Cecil put his hand on the stone platform and looked at Isri meaningfully. Half a second later, Cehir stretched out his hand and pinched Isri's waist.

Isri was startled, his body was a little unsteady, and he knocked down the can next to him. Yisri reacted quickly and turned around quickly to pick it up.

But after all, she was still too nervous, and when Yi turned around, she collided with Cecil.

In addition, the jar was right on Cehir's head, so Isri had no time to react, and subconsciously pulled Cehir into his arms.