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

Deng Shentong was so angry that his whole body began to tremble. His chest rose and fell violently, his handsome face turned pale, and his eyes glared through the mirror at the grinning man behind him.

If his gaze could become substance, he would almost burn two bloody holes on Zhang Yi's hateful smiling face.

He struggled hard and bit Zhang Yi's finger hard. Almost instantly, a bloody smell spread in his mouth.

Zhang Yi felt pain and subconsciously loosened his hands a little. Deng Shentong lowered his head and said "Pooh", and the bloody liquid slid down the white tiles of the sink.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head away in disgust, and didn't look at the scene in the mirror.

Deng Shentong propped himself up on the table with both hands, trying to balance himself. He calmed his rapid breathing and cursed, "Huh...you're so disgusting."

Zhang Yi sneered behind him.

"Go ahead and curse. Saying these few words over and over again will only make people think you are incompetent."

Zhang Yi pinched the thin and tight waist and stroked it ambiguously, leaving dents on the fair body.

"...Haah!" Deng Shentong couldn't help but let out a light gasp. He closed his eyes unbearably, and slightly opened his lips to exhale a breath of hot and humid mist, blurring the mirror surface.

The rough, broad hand seemed to be inspired by his reaction, and its movements became increasingly rough and excessive.

"Well... don't touch me, you... shameless guy... ah!"

Zhang Yi reached out and brushed away the silver hair that was stuck to Deng Shentong's body, then leaned over to kiss and lick the back of his neck, which was turning light pink, like a wolf that had caught its prey and nibbled it with its teeth.

“...Well, don’t bite...Go away...ah…” Deng Shentong twisted his body and tried to push Zhang Yi’s head away with his backhand, but lost his balance during the struggle.

The bathroom floor was very slippery and he could easily lose his balance in bare feet, but this was exactly what Zhang Yi wanted.

The strong arms instantly held Deng Shentong firmly in his embrace, forcing him to stick to Zhang Yi's hot chest.

Deng Shentong gasped in panic and opened his eyes wide. But Zhang Yi grabbed his jaw and turned his face to face the mirror again.

"Watch carefully, Captain, and see how I bite you."

……

The light in the bathroom was not fully turned on, and other places were dim, but the light in front of the mirror was dazzlingly bright.

After being exposed to the light for a long time, Deng Shentong felt his eyes were stinging.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his already wet hair and some of them flowed into his eyes, making his vision suddenly blurred.

Deng Shentong gasped quickly. Not being able to see seemed like a relief to him now.

Zhang Yi was too ferocious, robbing him of his last bit of strength, as if to crush his soul. The physical strength he had accumulated over the past few days was quickly lost in this brutal attack.

He was about to slide down when he couldn't hold on any longer and was roughly lifted up by Zhang Yi again.

"Are you out of strength already? Captain, why don't you show your tough attitude?" Zhang Yi seized the opportunity and his insulting words were like a sharp blade, cutting through his already shattered dignity over and over again.

Deng Shentong no longer had the energy to scold him. He opened his rosy lips, but could only let out hoarse moans.

so tired...

Seeing that Deng Shentong's expression became sleepy and numb, as if he had ignored these words, Zhang Yi made an impatient "tsk" sound and reached out to turn on the faucet.

He pressed the drain plug, and with the sound of rushing water, the cold tap water quickly filled the sink.

Deng Shentong watched Zhang Yi do these things in a daze. His brain was no longer able to think too much at this moment, and he just wanted to go to bed and rest quickly.

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth suddenly rose slightly, revealing a cruel smile that made people shudder.

Then, he exerted force with his arms, grabbed Deng Shentong's silver hair with one hand, pressed down his head, and forced him face down into the pool of cold water.

The freezing cold water rushed towards him from all directions. The unprepared Deng Shentong was caught off guard by this sudden attack and was choked by the water before he even had time to react.

The cool water rushed into his mouth and nose, making his originally drowsy brain instantly become extremely clear, but what followed was an almost unbearable feeling of suffocation and pain.

Deng Shentong struggled desperately to float to the surface, but found that Zhang Yi's hands were as hard to shake as iron clamps, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.

Fear and despair enveloped Deng Shentong. He opened his eyes wide in horror in the water, and his body struggled out of his instinct for survival.

Zhang Yi, however, showed no mercy and pressed him even tighter with vicious force.

Bubbles kept coming out of Deng Shentong's mouth and nose, his silver hair was flying in the water, and his face gradually turned pale due to suffocation, like a beautiful mermaid on the verge of death.

Before his eyes, there was nothing but the dark and deep water bottom and the constantly rolling and stirring waves, which looked like a bottomless quagmire that was about to drag his remaining consciousness into the abyss.

When he was about to lose consciousness, Zhang Yi lifted him up by his hair again, pinched his face and forced him to look at the mirror again.

"Cough cough..."

Deng Shentong was breathing hard. Cold water choked his trachea and his entire respiratory tract was in great pain. Under such circumstances, he opened his eyes with great effort, and in front of him was a silver-haired man who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Who is he?

Is he me? Absolutely not!

Deng Shentong tried desperately to deny everything he saw, as if this would allow him to erase the tortured and miserable figure from his mind.

Zhang Yi smiled maliciously at this time, dragged him back to reality mercilessly, and whispered in his ear: "Look? Captain, look at how you look now, so pitiful..."

Deng Shentong shook his head uncontrollably, as if trying to get rid of the painful images from his mind.

Cold water droplets splashed everywhere with his movements, like shattered light.

Zhang Yi's fingers were merciless. He pinched his cheek tightly and pointed it at the mirror, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, like a demon from hell.

Deng Shentong closed his eyes in humiliation, but as soon as he closed his eyes, Zhang Yi would torture him even more severely, forcing him to open his eyes and look at the mirror.

"I don't want to see... Zhang Yi! Let me go...!" His voice trembled, and gradually sounded like crying.

Zhang Yi seemed to be deaf to Deng Shentong's begging for mercy, and instead felt extremely pleased.

Just when he was secretly feeling proud of himself and thought that he had successfully eliminated all the sharpness from Deng Shentong, suddenly, he felt Deng Shentong move.

Before he could react to what was happening, he saw Deng Shentong closing his eyes tightly, his face full of pain. He then raised his fist and smashed the mirror in front of him with all his strength!

There was a loud bang, deafening! The originally smooth mirror surface could not withstand such a huge impact and was smashed into countless tiny pieces.

These fragments flew around like frightened butterflies, some even scratched Deng Shentong's almost flawless face, leaving tiny bloodstains.

However, facing such injuries, Deng Shentong seemed to be unaware of it. He struggled to support his weak body and stretched out his hand to tightly grasp one of the broken glass.

The next moment, he did not hesitate to direct the sharp broken glass towards the fragile skin on his wrist and slashed it hard.

In an instant, bright red blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain, splashing onto the surrounding ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

This scene happened in a flash, and Zhang Yi had no idea how things would develop to this point.

"Deng Shentong! Are you crazy!!!"

He grabbed Deng Shentong's wrist in panic, covering the shocking wound tightly, but blood continued to flow out from between his fingers.

Zhang Yi seemed to wake up from a dream. He put the man down and rushed out, grabbing the communicator. His fingers were shaking so much that it took him several tries to slide to the communication interface.

Deng Shentong had no strength left. He fell on the cold tiles, his face almost paler than the tiles.

Zhang Yi's frightened and anxious roar came from the corridor, and gradually became unclear.

He felt his vitality draining away with his blood, but in the end he let out a smile as if he was relieved.