Isri put down what he was holding and knelt beside Cesil: "What does the young master need?"
Sehir opened his eyes and met Isri's gaze. His arm was still steaming slightly as he reached out of the bathtub.
With his slightly pink fingertips, Sehir gently hooked the tie on Isri's chest, twirled it around his hand, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
“You’re more familiar with that mirror than I am,” Cecil said, his gaze falling on it.
Without turning around, Isri knew what Ceshir was talking about. In that instant, all the memories of the past flashed through Isri's mind like a revolving lantern.
Sehir, who never mentioned this matter before, brought it up now without any concealment, and in this manner at that. Isri looked at Sehir, his brows furrowing slightly involuntarily.
“Young Master…” Isri’s tone was very soft, his voice carrying obvious reluctance and apology.
Cecil ignored him and instead moved his body further out, his body, soaked in hot water, exuding an irresistible allure, and was thus displayed before Isri.
Sehir pulled on his tie and dragged Isri toward him, his voice like a venomous snake ringing in his ear.
"Why don't you dare now?" Cecil chuckled and opened his mouth: "Then how did you do it before?"
Isri was stunned, staring wide-eyed at Ceshir, speechless. The face before him was alluring, but even more so, it betrayed an unseen heartache.
His young master, his one and only Sehir, was pushed into the abyss by himself.
“How about…” Cecil loosened his grip on the tie, reached down to Isri’s shirt around his neck, and circled the precariously fastened button: “Teach me?”
My heart felt like it had been stomped on, and I could hardly breathe.
Isri gritted his teeth and gripped Ceshir's wrist. He didn't use much force, but Isri was trembling.
Sesil smiled, his voice teasing: "How about it?"
Chapter 134
Isri pulled Sehir's hand away, struggled to meet Sehir's gaze, and finally managed to get a voice out of his throat.
"Young Master, please don't do this."
Isri's voice trembled, and Sehir could feel it. The fingertips touching his arm were icy cold, but Sehir would never let any opportunity slip by.
"You couldn't hold back anymore?"
“Young Master…” Isri called out to Cesil once again.
“Whether you punish me, deport me, or sell me to someone else, I will accept it, please don’t do this…” Isri lowered his head, tightened his grip on Ceshir’s hand, and then let it hang down.
Sehir raised his arm and braced himself on the edge of the bathtub, looked at the person in front of him, and after a few seconds, withdrew his hand and got out of the bathtub.
"I'm sleepy, I don't want to move."
Isri moved his stiff fingers, and Cesil returned to his original state. Isri raised his eyebrows and stood up.
"yes."
The towel completely wrapped around Sesil, and Isri gently carried him to the bed.
At this moment, it seemed that it had started raining outside, the rain hitting the window and easing the silence in the room.
Isri dried Cesil's hair with a towel. Cesil was really sleepy and swayed back and forth several times.
Suddenly, a clap of thunder outside startled Sesil awake. After a moment, he spoke, "Stay with me tonight."
“Okay,” Isri replied to Sehir.
After tidying up Cesil, Heraisri moved a stool over and sat on the edge of the bed, sitting as straight as if a monster was lying in front of him that could devour people at any moment.
Sehir smiled slightly, looked at Isri, shifted his body to the side, and said, "Why are you sitting so upright? It's like I'm punishing you."
“No, young master, I’m used to it,” Isri replied, tightening his grip on his fingertips.
"Are you sleepy?" Cecil asked, as the rain outside grew heavier.
Before Isri could respond, Sehir continued, "Come on up."
Hearing Cecil say this, Isri's last remaining nerves were dealt another devastating blow, and he quickly stood up: "No, young master, I can stay with you like this."
Sesil's gaze turned cold as he propped himself up to sit up: "What? You're too scared?"
“That’s against the rules.” Isri said this with bated breath, already imagining what Cesil would say in response.
"What you say makes sense, but I've never seen you so obedient before." Cecil chuckled. "Well, these are my orders. Are you going to disobey?"
Isri lowered his head and said in a weak voice, "I dare not."
Sesil raised an eyebrow slightly: "Come up."
Isri tightened his grip on his fingertips: "I'm going to change my clothes; these are dirty."
With that, he turned and fled the scene. After closing his room door, Islam slid down to the floor, panting heavily.
The idea of a servant and his master sharing a bed would be a laughingstock for life if word got out. Isri buried his head in his arms, and memories of the past flooded back.
That night was also a night when it was about to rain. I drank quite a lot of alcohol and did something that would be condemned by the gods.
The rain outside intensified, and thunder rumbled intermittently. Islam shakily rose from the ground and shuffled to the wardrobe.
He was dressed in the same outfit as always, except this time he wasn't wearing a coat. When Isri returned to Cesil's room, his prayers had not been answered.
Sehir was still awake.
Seeing Isri enter, Sehir smiled and said, "Dressed so formally for the evening?"
Isri had his head down, wearing a shirt and straight trousers, which certainly didn't look like clothes for sleeping. Sehir was so sleepy that he couldn't wait for Isri to speak.
"Come on up."
Isri nodded, sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, and put his legs on it like a movable jointed doll.
“Do you think I’m going to eat you? Hurry up,” Sehir commanded again.
Ishri dared not disobey, so he quickly pulled back a corner of the blanket, shrank down, and lay down on the edge of the bed, as if there was a river between them.
Sehir slowly moved toward Isri, and the scent of roses filled his nostrils. Isri's eyes flickered slightly as he watched Sehir approach.
“Young Master…it’s too close.” Isri refused.
Cesil was completely unconcerned. Now, there were less than two fists' width between them, and Isri's body was as stiff as a wooden statue.
Cecil opened his eyes halfway and slowly opened his mouth: "Didn't you want me by your side? Now that I'm here, why do you look so unwilling?"
Isri looked at Sehir, his gaze falling on the left hand that had been placed there. The fleshy scar was shocking, and Isri's heart clenched painfully as he looked at Sehir.
"I'm sorry... young master..."
Sehir didn't speak; his half-open eyes closed, and his breathing became even.
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The rain was still falling outside, and the thunder continued to rumble. Of the two people lying on the bed, only one had his eyes open. Isri stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the wound.
The scar could not be erased. Isri's eyes twitched, his gaze darkened, and then he slowly opened his mouth.
“I would like to, young master. I wish you were by my side all the time, but I don’t want to see you like this.” Isri’s voice was very soft, very soft, and you could almost hear a sob in it.
I want you to go back to how you were before...
Isri shrank back, his voice even softer: "But... I know it's impossible now."
“Young Master…” Isri called out in a low voice.
Then, he slowly raised his hand and brushed the hair that was hanging by Ceshir's ear behind his ear. Isri paused, looked at the person in front of him, and finally moved his body forward a little.
A cold, seemingly apologetic kiss landed on Ceshir's forehead; it was just a light touch before Isri moved away.
"Sesil...I love you."
Islam suppressed the tremor in his throat and opened his mouth softly. Like a thief, he could only hide in the shadows. He dared not, he dared not do anything now.
Perhaps, this feeling can only be kept hidden for a lifetime, sealed to his lips until he is buried. He just needs to keep looking at Cecil like this.
All he wanted was to stay by Cecil's side.
Yes, he dared not. He dared not recall the madman of the past; he was a complete and utterly despicable coward.
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the room.
“Isri…I heard you.”
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A note from the author:
Happy New Year to all my little ones! Wishing you all good health!
Chapter 135
Isri stared wide-eyed at the person in front of him, his entire brain feeling like a tangled mess, a buzzing sound assaulting his ears.
Sehir opened his eyes and stared straight at the person in front of him, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
“Isri, you coward.”
Still reeling from the shock, Isri could only stammer, his mouth agape as he subconsciously uttered, "Young...Master..."
Cesil chuckled softly, meeting Isri's gaze without flinching, and moved even closer, the scent of roses lingering in his nostrils growing stronger.
"Isri, you called my name smoothly just now, why aren't you calling it now?"
As Sehir spoke, Isri's nerves were already shattered. Sehir looked at Isri and smiled.
"You've probably forgotten that I'm a very light sleeper on rainy days."
Isri was no longer listening to anything. He stood frozen in place. Cesil had heard everything he said. What would Cesil think?
Is it annoying? Or disgusting?
Sehir stretched and sat up in bed. The sound of rain outside continued. Sehir turned his head to look at Isri beside him, his voice a little softer.
"Isri, is what you just said true?"
At this moment, Isri's nerves returned to normal, and he propped himself up from the bed to look at Ceshir.
"It's true."
Isri's ears turned red again, and Ceshir smiled involuntarily as he looked at Isri's current appearance.