Isri's eyes twitched, and he picked up the black tea again and held it to Cesil's lips: "Yes, young master."
This was the first time in many years that Islam had fed him, but it felt strange now, completely lacking the intimacy of the past.
Even the cake he was about to eat tasted bland, and Cecil couldn't finish it in no time.
As Isri was clearing the plates, Sehir's gaze fell on Isri's face, a face that was almost flawless, with black bangs framing his forehead, making his skin appear even whiter.
For a moment, Sehir was engrossed in watching, then suddenly seemed to realize something. All these years had passed, and he had lived with Isri all this time, yet he had never heard Isri mention his family.
As if possessed, Cecil opened his mouth and asked, "Do you want to go home?"
Isri froze, looking up at Sehir. Sehir, thinking Isri hadn't understood, explained, "Not here, it's your own home."
"Does the young master mean that if I leave, it will be easier for you to escape?" Isri replied in a flippant tone.
Sehir's face showed some anger: "That's not what I meant!"
Isri was amused by Cesil's appearance and continued what he was doing: "I'm just kidding, young master. I have no home."
Isri's words stunned Sehir. What did it mean to have no home?
Seeing Ceshir's puzzled expression, Isri didn't hide it, acting as if he wasn't talking about his own affairs.
“I was picked up by the lady, and she gave me my name. I was here before you were born, and this may be my first home.”
Sehir now regretted asking Isri the question; stirring up painful memories was never a good thing, and Sehir suddenly felt ashamed.
Isri gave a barely perceptible chuckle, glanced at the time on his pocket watch, walked over to Ceshir, and took Ceshir's wrist.
Suddenly, a wave of palpitations washed over him, and Cecil's heart pounded. Before he could even think, the words had already slipped out of his mouth.
“Isri, I was wrong! Please don’t…”
Before he could finish speaking, Sehir froze again, opening his tightly closed eyes to look at his wrist that had been released.
The chains on top have been untied by Isri.
Isri smiled, a hint of amusement in his voice, and said, "I don't... what?"
In an instant, a splash of red traveled from her neck to her ear. Cesil turned her head away from Isri, her voice slightly stammering, "N-nothing...it's nothing."
“Then I’ll head out first, young master,” Isri said respectfully, bowing.
Sesil tilted his head and hummed in agreement.
As Isri reached the door, he spoke again: "Young Master, I will be going out this afternoon and will be back later."
Seeing Isrith now was awkward, so Ceshir hastily agreed.
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After washing and putting away the plates, Isri returned to his room to get some casual clothes to change into.
Wearing a well-tailored, simple and slim-fitting linen suit, with a Scottish-style shirt peeking out from the neck, she exudes a natural, understated, elegant, and noble air, conveying a sense of composure amidst her casualness.
The clothes accentuated the perfect curves of the body, giving the impression of being the attire of a special noble family.
Islam wore a hat that covered half of his face in case he got into trouble.
This was the fastest place he could think of to achieve academic success, even though he himself was resisting it.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
The weather was gloomy today, and it looked like it was about to rain, so Ishri brought an umbrella with him when he went out.
Due to the weather, the entire continent of West Asia was shrouded in fog, and the thick clouds overhead caused even the sun, which was the only remaining ray of sunlight, to disappear without a trace.
Islam went to the downtown area, which is always crowded.
On a street right in the heart of the bustling city, all sorts of pink LED lights hang in mid-air, and the scent of perfume permeates the entire street.
This is a famous red-light district in West Asia. The women standing outside are all heavily made up, making them easy to spot.
There's a rule in West Asia that all streetwalkers can't wear long skirts. As Isri stood at the street corner, the scent of perfume wafting from inside made him frown.
"Hey bro! Want to come in and have some fun?" A woman nearby noticed Isriel hesitating at the street corner, swayed her slender waist as she ran over and looked up at Isriel.
She had never seen such a tall man before. She herself was quite outstanding, but standing in front of Isley, that outstanding feeling was instantly overshadowed.
Isri instinctively took a step back, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Please lead the way, Miss."
Seeing how polite Isri was, the woman immediately became happy: "Young man, this way."
Islam followed the woman into the street and could see clearly that there were women standing in front of almost every shop, in all sorts of poses.
As you walk further in, you can even see some people making love right there in the alleyways.
Because Islam was so eye-catching, the women outside the shops looked at their fellow citizens with envious eyes as they passed by.
The woman enjoyed the gaze and turned around, instinctively wanting to take Isri's arm. She saw Isri pull a wad of folded money from his pocket and hand it to her.
"I'm sorry, I hope you don't touch me."
Faced with the staggering sum of money, the woman's eyes reddened. She took the money from Isri's hand and started counting it as she walked away, her mouth practically watering.
As you walk further in, you see more and more couples entwined in each other's arms. They are not afraid of the gazes of those around them and are only immersed in their own pleasure.
When Isri saw this scene for the first time, he was momentarily stunned and unconsciously pulled his hat down a little.
Seeing Isri's reaction, the woman smiled and walked over to Isri.
"Hey sir, is this your first time here today?"
Islam glanced at the woman and nodded slightly in agreement, which immediately made the woman's eyes even more excited.
It turns out it was still a fledgling.
Only when she got closer could she see clearly. The woman's eyes instantly fixed on Isri's face. In all her years in the industry, this was the first time she had ever met someone so good-looking.
In an instant, the woman forgot all of Islam's words, swallowed hard, and started walking towards Islam.
She had never failed in all these years, and she was determined to get this man in her grasp tonight.
The woman was happily deploying her strategy when, just as she was about to pounce on Isri, Isri suddenly turned around and took a step back, causing the woman to stumble and fall.
Islam's voice remained elegant as he pulled another wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to the woman.
"Sorry, I just came to take a look."
Before the woman could react, Islam turned and went straight into the brothel.
The woman stood there, stunned, her hands stuffed full of money. This amount of money was more than enough for her expenses for a year, enough to live lavishly for the entire year.
In an instant, it felt like she was in heaven. The woman froze, then reached up and ripped off the headdress before angrily throwing it to the ground.
"I quit!"
People around her looked at her as if she were an idiot, but after only two or three seconds, they went back to their own worlds.
As soon as Isri entered, the scent of perfume hit her head. Unable to resist the pungent fragrance, Isri had to cover her nose and try to make herself as inconspicuous as possible as she went upstairs.
Upon entering this street, Islam felt as if he had entered a new world, finding everything he saw fascinating.
Isri looked extremely disheveled, almost like a baby learning to speak.
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Upon reaching the second floor, the fragrance diminished considerably due to the open windows, prompting Isri to remove his hand from his nose.
The second floor has excellent soundproofing; the noise from below is immediately blocked out when you come up.
The deep red carpet was so soft you could sink right into it, and as you passed some of the doors, you could hear intermittent soft moans and whimpers coming from inside.
However, when these sounds reached Islam's ears, all he could see in his mind was Ceshir.
In an instant, the tips of Isri's ears turned red for a few seconds. He suppressed his urge to push open the door and go in to see what was happening and continued walking forward.
"Hello, this way please."
Suddenly, a woman dressed in a black maid outfit walked up to Isri, bent down, and whispered something.
Islam glanced at him and explained, "Sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else."
The maid remained bowed, her voice respectful: "Young Master Ling invites you to come over."
Upon hearing the name Ling, Isri frowned slightly, but said nothing and followed behind the maid.
Before me was a private room, decorated in an extremely luxurious style. The surroundings were pitch black, with only the large, purely European-style chandelier in the center lit up, below which was a giant disc.
The disc was surrounded by glass, and outside the glass was a circle of neatly arranged red velvet benches.
Upon seeing Isri approach, Ling immediately stood up, looked Isri up and down, and then revealed disdain in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to have this kind of fetish."
After all, Ling was a nobleman, surrounded by guards. Isri bowed slightly and replied, "No."
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Lin Ge's eyes, and then, as if amused, he patted the bench next to him and said, "Since you're already here, why don't you watch a game with me?"
Isri looked up and met Ling's eyes. Seeing that Isri still didn't speak, Ling opened his mouth again: "You don't want your young master to be hunted down, do you?"
Islam paused for half a second, then finally nodded in agreement.
The smile in Ling's eyes became even more pronounced, even arrogant. He hadn't expected that Isri would be in a place like this.
They were both hunters, so it wasn't surprising that they came to a place like this, but the hunter in front of them seemed to have an extremely strong possessive desire for his master.
Ling looked Isri up and down, his mind racing with questions about what Isri was doing in this place.
Suddenly, Ling seemed to have thought of an interesting decision. He pulled over the work supervisor next to him and said in a voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
Chapter Forty
"Change the person tonight and find someone new." Lin Ge opened his mouth, seemingly still thinking.
"What... kind of person are you looking for?" The administrator was somewhat afraid of Ling Ge. He had witnessed Ling Ge's perversion before, and it was a physiological resistance.
Lin Ge conceived the scene he wanted in his mind, and after a long while, he finally spoke out the words he had summarized.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes, a darker shade, shorter than me by a head, and the rest just need to meet my criteria for choosing people."
Regardless of whether it could be found or not, the administrator immediately nodded in agreement: "I understand, Earl Ringer, I will find it."
Seeing the administrator's trembling appearance, Ling's amusement deepened. He quickly walked back to his seat and sat down next to Isri.
"Want to know what show it is?" Lin Ge propped his head up, looking at the brightly lit disc below.