canary in cage

Cecil took a deep breath, trying to suppress his voice.

Isri chuckled, and slowly pushed the car to Cehir, with no emotion in his voice.

"The young master is afraid of me?"

Cecil propped himself up, and slowly put himself back to lie down, closing his mouth and not intending to answer Isri's words.

Isri was silent without venting his anger on Cehir, his eyes were on Cehir, Cecir was a little frightened by being stared at, and just when he was about to look away, Isri leaned over and stretched out his hand down.

Cecil's heart beat heavily on the skin like a drum, and just when Isri was about to approach, he closed his eyes nervously.

The corners of Isri's lips curled up, and he stretched out his fingers to lift the hair on Cecil's face, ready to put it behind his ears.

But as soon as he touched the skin, Yisli froze for a moment, and then, Yisli directly touched Cehir's forehead.

"Have a fever?" Isri said softly, with a slightly ugly expression on his face.

Why is it so hot?

"Did the young master wake up last night?" Isri pinched Cecil's face and asked.

Cecil gritted his teeth and opened his mouth with a face of grievance and shame, and said, "Don't you know if I wake up or not?"

Isri was stunned for a moment, and then let go of Cecil's face.

"I'm going to prepare breakfast for the young master again."

After speaking, he turned around and went out the door, walking a little faster than before. Cecil was lying on the bed, his mouth constantly sending the outside air into his nasal cavity, his eyes were dry and painful.

But now, once Cecil closes his eyes, the scenes of last night will be projected in his brain one by one, and even a small movement will be infinitely magnified in his mind.

Cehir tried his best to turn sideways, trying to raise his hands to cover his ears, but it was difficult to turn over, but in the next moment, Cehir stared directly.

There was nothing blocking her back, it seemed that a warm liquid flowed down from her buttocks, and suddenly, the last memory of last night rushed into her head.

Cecil held the bed sheet tightly, his eyes were full of shame and anger, and his breath became disordered, as if his spirit suddenly tensed up, but his body trembled and he passed out directly.

When Isri re-made breakfast and came in, he saw Cecil's hands hanging beside the bed, motionless.

Isri put the coil back on the table, leaned down, and wanted to pick Cehir up from the trauma and put it away. The second he lifted it up, some fluid appeared between his already limp legs.

Immediately, Isri understood what was going on, his brows twitched slightly, and he took him into his arms again and entered the bathroom.

This time, Isri was more careful, and he didn't put Cehir into the bathtub until the bathroom was completely filled with water mist and the temperature rose.

With the stimulation of the hot water, Cehir's body was also blushed. Isri knelt on one knee beside the bathtub, reached in and slowly cleaned Cehir's body.

Feeling the stimulation, Cecil frowned slightly and struggled to open his eyelids. When he saw Isri, his whole body was like a landlubber falling into the water, flopping about in the water non-stop.

But after all, there were still wounds on his body. As soon as he moved a few times, his body hurt so much that he turned his head to look at Isri, who was covered in water that he had poured on him.

All of a sudden, Cehir's nerves tensed up to the extreme, and he huddled in a corner of the bathtub and looked at Isri with wide eyes, his face paler than before.

"Young master needs to be washed clean, otherwise the fever will get worse." Isri raised his head and said to Cehir, the hair on his forehead was a little wet.

Cecil looked at Yisli tremblingly, and seeing that Yisri did not blame himself in his eyes, he opened his trembling lips: "I... I will do it myself."

Isri froze for a moment, stood up and looked at Cecil: "Then I'll wait for the young master outside."

After finishing speaking, he took the clothes on the shelf and walked out.

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After Isri closed the door, the panic in Cecil's eyes came back to his senses, and he shrank his whole body into the hot water.

Cecil could feel that as long as he exerted a little force now, something would flow out from behind him, and the tips of Cecil's ears were red, but he had to endure his shame to clean it up by himself.

Enduring the tearing wound and feeling ashamed, Cehir gritted his teeth tightly, not letting himself make a sound, and slowly cleaned his body.

After a long ordeal, Sehir was hanging on the edge of the bathtub as if dehydrated.

What a lunatic, he didn't even let go of his own arm. Sehir looked at the bruises on his body, gritted his teeth, and prepared to get up and go out.

"what!!!"

Cecil screamed, fell out of the bathtub, and lay on the ground. Only then did he notice that not only the severe pain behind him, but also his own legs could not move now.

Cehir propped himself up, trying to get up from the ground, but when Isri heard the noise, he pushed the door open and walked towards Cehir.

Cehir, whose nerves were still tense, saw Isli, and the strings in his brain were suddenly torn, and he moved his body and kept backing away, repeating tremblingly in his mouth.

"Don't...don't...don't come here".

Cecil closed his eyes, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and trembled violently.

The sound in the empty bathroom was infinitely amplified, and the sound of Isri stepping on the ground and colliding with his shoes exploded in Cecil's mind one after another.

"Don't... come here, don't come here." Cecil kept repeating these three words, leaning back on the cold bathtub.

Isri narrowed his eyes, took off his coat, walked up to Cecil, and squatted down.

"Master, this will make the condition worse."

As he said that, he wanted to put the coat on Cecil's body, but the already nervous Cecil couldn't handle it, so he raised his hand and slapped Isri's hand away.

Isri was stunned for a moment, then bent over Cehir's legs, and hugged him directly, with a hint of threat in his tone.

"The young master is still disobedient?"

Suddenly, the person in his arms seemed to be sealed, curled up in Isli's arms, motionless.

But the trembling movements on his body became more and more violent, and after taking a few heavy breaths, he passed out again.

Isri put the man back on the bed, soaked the towel and put it on his forehead, the frown finally relaxed a little.

After finally being quiet for a while, Isri moved a stool and sat in front of Cecil's bed, quietly looking at the person whose breathing was almost gone.

In those phoenix eyes, the amber golden pupils concealed all the emotions of the devil, but they were not noticed by anyone, not even by himself.

The emotion in those eyes was gentle and cold.