The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

After Deng Shentong woke up, he endured and did not commit violence again.

Zhang Yi tried hard to convince himself that Deng Shentong was now like a tiger with its fangs and claws pulled out, no different from a funny kitten.

No matter how madly the silver-haired man scolded him or struggled to hit him, Zhang Yi just laughed it off.

He was like an experienced falconer, waiting for this arrogant man to gradually let down his guard and show his relaxed side towards him again.

Before these days, Zhang Yi always thought that he was a very patient person.

But when he once again saw the meal he had carefully prepared being knocked to the ground, he realized that his character was completely vulnerable in front of this stubborn man.

It was as if a ferocious beast that had been trapped for a long time suddenly broke out of its cage. The anger that had been forcibly suppressed in Zhang Yi's heart erupted like a volcano, instantly destroying his only remaining bit of rationality.

When he came to his senses, he found that his hands were tightly gripping Deng Shentong's throat, and the other party had been pressed down on the bed.

Deng Shentong's silver hair was scattered all over his head, like a gorgeous flower blooming on the black sheets. His face was pale, but his eyes were terrifyingly bright in the darkness.

"Humph……"

Even though he was out of breath, he still gave Zhang Yi a sarcastic smile, with contempt clearly written in his eyes.

It seemed as if he was mocking Zhang Yi's disguised kindness, which was so flawed and revealed his beastly nature so quickly.

Zhang Yi's heart trembled, and he pinched his fingers tighter almost fiercely, leaving deeper marks on the fair and slender neck.

"Ugh! ...Ah..."

Deng Shentong's breathing became weaker and weaker, as if it would stop at any moment. His vision gradually blurred, and darkness surged in like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to see.

His hands and feet gradually lost temperature and became extremely cold. The only sound that could be heard was heavy breathing coming from his mouth and nose.

His chest was heaving violently, but his dying eyes still had a hint of arrogance at this moment, quietly reflecting Zhang Yi's distorted face.

It was as if he wanted to imprint the other person's devilish appearance into his soul and take him to hell together.

He didn't struggle.

For him, death may not be the end, but rather a relief.

Just like an eagle soaring in the sky, he does not need pity or charity from others, and will not accept Zhang Yi's self-proclaimed patience and gentleness.

In his eyes, this was nothing short of torture, constantly reminding him that he was no longer the favored child of heaven, but a prisoner who was played around with by others.

Zhang Yi looked at those eyes that were as calm as ten thousand years of ice, and the fire in his heart seemed to be extinguished in an instant, but only for a moment, burning even more vigorously again.

He suddenly loosened his hands, completely ignoring the fact that Deng Shentong had not yet recovered from the suffocation, and grabbed the other's collar and lifted him up.

"You want to die, don't you?" Zhang Yi grinned like a devil, his eyes were cold and hot, and his hot breath hit that pale yet extremely beautiful face.

"I don't want to do what you want. I've said I have ten thousand ways to make you live a life worse than death."

The broad palm instantly pinched the slender waist, and the rough force made Deng Shentong groan. The clothes on his body could only barely cover his body, and he had no resistance under Zhang Yi's tearing.

He soon became naked and was forced to press against that hot, hard chest, his whole body trembling with excitement from the other's strong and powerful heartbeat.

Deng Shentong stretched out his hand to push Zhang Yi away, but the other party was like a piece of motionless steel.

Zhang Yi quickly moved down along the coccyx and pinched it hard. His rough fingers almost dug into the fair flesh, leaving red marks.

"…Ugh! Um, get out of here! You said you wouldn't touch me!"

Deng Shentong opened his eyes wide and gasped in shock.

He had been forced to endure too much in the past few days, and he immediately understood what was going to happen next. Every cell in his body was clamoring for resistance, and he struggled and twisted wildly.

However, the size difference made his resistance seem so ridiculous. Zhang Yi's strong arms were like iron clamps, restraining him so tightly that his bones were almost broken.

Zhang Yi turned his head and bit Deng Shentong's white and round earlobe. The moist and hot breath sprayed on the fragile earlobe, arousing a tingling sensation.

"……what!"

He felt the trembling and slight gasps coming from the body in his arms, chuckled, and rubbed Deng Shentong's earlobe with his sharp canine teeth threateningly, whispering, "Do you believe everything I say?"

"Are you so naive? If you want to do something with a pet, it's always just a matter of the owner's word."

Deng Shentong was so angry that he took a deep breath. He was too lazy to argue anymore and bit Zhang Yi's neck hard. His white and neat teeth instantly left a bloody mark on the wheat-colored flesh.

Zhang Yi was bitten unexpectedly. Although it didn't hurt much, he couldn't help but frown.

Deng Shentong has never been a submissive person. As long as he has breath left, he will use all his strength to resist.

But if he was awake, he would even scratch Zhang Yi's back and arms until they were bloody.

After Zhang Yi forced Deng Shentong to trim his nails, he kicked and bit him until the pain became unbearable and he let go.

Zhang Yi's arm veins bulged, he grasped Deng Shentong's hair tightly and pulled it back violently!

Deng Shentong only felt a sharp pain in his scalp, his body leaned back involuntarily, and a painful gasp came from his throat.

There was a streak of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were still full of stubbornness and unwillingness. He stared at Zhang Yi intently, as if he wanted to tear the other person to pieces with his eyes.

Zhang Yi looked quietly at the unruly silver-haired man. At this moment, an extremely evil thought suddenly came to his mind.

The thought spread like wildfire, igniting the darkest, most hidden corners of his mind and causing his breathing to become more rapid.

Deng Shentong only felt a tightening around his waist, and then the whole world began to spin, and Zhang Yi forcibly pulled him up and carried him on his shoulders.

"...Ah, you! Let me go!"

In this position, his hard shoulder blades pressed against his waist and abdomen, causing a sore throat and churning in his stomach, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Yi didn't care about that at all. He patted Deng Shentong hard on the back to make him behave himself.

A moment later, he carried Deng Shentong through the dim corridor and opened a bathroom door.

The facilities in the shelter are luxurious, and there is a huge mirror installed on the sink, which clearly reflects the spacious interior.

As soon as Deng Shentong’s foot touched the ground, he was pulled down by his hair again.

His naked body was forced against the cold marble countertop and he shivered from the cold. Zhang Yi then pinched his chin from behind and forced him to look straight ahead.

With a "click", the light in front of the mirror suddenly turned on, and the smooth mirror surface instantly reflected two figures clearly.

Deng Shentong saw his miserable appearance in the mirror, his pupils widened instantly, and he guessed what Zhang Yi was going to do in an instant.

The corners of his eyes instantly turned red, and he struggled almost like a madman, but was clamped tightly by the big hands and pressed in front of the mirror, unable to move.

Zhang Yi leaned over and pressed down like a mountain, and forcefully pried open Deng Shentong's teeth with his fingers, making him unable to utter a word. He was forced to face whatever was going to happen next.

"Huh? Why are you hiding? Open your eyes and take a good look."

Zhang Yi's vicious whispers rang in Deng Shentong's ears. He wanted to say something in rebuttal, but he could only saliva flow along with the vague whimpering, wetting Zhang Yi's fingers.

Zhang Yi pinched his cheek tightly and chuckled, "You look really beautiful like this, don't you think, Captain?"