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

After a period of recovery, Deng Shentong finally woke up from his coma, but his body was still very weak and his face was as pale as a lifeless porcelain doll.

Zhang Yi had been quietly waiting by the bed, and when he saw him wake up, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He was about to say something when Deng Shentong's eyes focused on him, and he recalled the unbearable memories. He looked away, and his bloodless lips slightly opened, but he uttered a cold word: "What a pity, I'm not dead yet."

Zhang Yi's heart trembled. He knew that he was to blame. He wanted to say something gentle, but his words turned out to be dry: "I won't let you die."

"Really?" Deng Shentong stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned away, with despair in his beautiful eyes.

"whatever."

Zhang Yi felt very anxious and wanted to forcefully turn the other person's face as he usually did, forcing him to look at him.

However, reason told him that he must never do this again, as it would only push Deng Shentong further away.

Zhang Yi's mouth, which never spared anyone, seemed to be mute when he tried to coax people. He stammered for a long time before he stumbled out a sentence:

"I'm sorry, I went too far this time. From now on, as long as you listen to me, I won't hit you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but want to slap himself. It would be better not to say it.

As expected, Deng Shentong's increasingly thin shoulders shrugged and he sneered.

Zhang Yi scratched his hair in annoyance. The relationship between them had become extremely bad. It was impossible for him to lose face and ask Deng Shentong for forgiveness.

Zhang Yi seemed to have fallen into a vicious circle again, holding his head and talking to himself.

Zhou Ke'er knocked on the door and came in to inject Deng Shentong with a new medicine. She glanced at the two people and was frightened by the solemn and weird atmosphere. After she was done, she left in a hurry.

They were alone in the room again.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Yi seemed to be unable to tolerate Deng Shentong's indifference any longer, and tried to talk to him again.

No matter how he was coaxed gently, threatened, or provoked with words, Deng Shentong remained indifferent and just turned his head to the side as if he was deaf.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was ignoring the fact that Zhang Yi did not exist at all.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a flame of anger burning in his heart, but when he suddenly remembered Deng Shentong covered in blood, all his anger turned into bitterness and helplessness.

"…Tell me what you want, and consider it my compensation to you."

Zhang Yi sighed heavily and said.

Hearing this, Deng Shentong finally reacted. He turned over and looked at Zhang Yi, with silver hair scattered on the sides of his face.

The face was still breathtakingly beautiful, but the eyes were frighteningly cold.

Deng Shentong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.

"What I want? Can you afford it?"

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and said, "You tell me, I will try my best to do it."

Deng Shentong looked directly into Zhang Yi's eyes and said slowly, "I want freedom. Let me go. I never want to see you again."

Zhang Yi felt a bitter feeling in his heart. Even though he had expected this, he was still a little dazed when he heard Deng Shentong say it so bluntly in front of him.

"No! You are mine, I will never let you go!" Zhang Yi suddenly became excited, stood up suddenly and shouted at him.

Deng Shentong chuckled sarcastically, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The air seemed to freeze and was so heavy that it made people breathless. The tense atmosphere was like a thick haze, covering the surroundings.

Zhang Yi's heart beat faster and veins popped out on his forehead. He could clearly feel the rage burning in his heart, ready to burst out.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms. The pain was overwhelming, but it could not hide the resentment and unwillingness in his heart.

However, reason told him that he must restrain this impulse and not let his emotions get out of control again.

So Zhang Yi slowly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to put his troubled thoughts behind him.

"Except freedom, I can promise you everything else."

Deng Shentong opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yi, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

"I don't want to see you, go away."

After saying that, he turned his head and no longer looked at Zhang Yi.

At this point, Zhang Yi doesn’t know what he really wants.

It was true that his original purpose was to take revenge on this arrogant man, but when he had already possessed Deng Shentong, he still wanted Deng Shentong to be nice to him.

Is he too greedy?

After breaking the eagle's wings, you still expect it to be as obedient as a sparrow.

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked at Deng Shentong's back. His silver hair was scattered on the pillow and quilt, and his shoulder blades under the thin layer of nightgown were like a butterfly flapping its wings about to fly.

It's not an illusion.

Deng Shentong has become much thinner than he was half a month ago. The roundness that symbolizes health has gradually faded, leaving only sharp edges.

After days of abuse, even an adult man with a strong physique would not be able to bear it, and all of this was caused by Zhang Yi.

The one who always says he loves me, Zhang Yi.

"I understand." After a moment of silence, Zhang Yi lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "I will be out for a while, you should have a good rest."

After saying this, he probably didn't have the courage to face Deng Shentong's reaction, so he hurriedly got up and left the room.

Walking into the spacious and bright living room, Zhang Yi's eyes fell on Zhou Ke'er who was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

He stepped forward, stopped beside Zhou Ke'er, and said softly, "I need to go out to deal with something. I may be busy during this period. Please help take care of him."

After saying that, Zhang Yi pointed to a corner of the room.

Zhou Keer couldn't help but wonder when she heard Zhang Yi's words. She thought to herself, I am a professional surgeon, not a full-time nanny!

However, facing Zhang Yi's order, she didn't dare to disobey it easily, so she could only nod reluctantly and said, "Okay."

Looking at Zhang Yi's figure gradually walking away until he disappeared, Zhou Ke'er felt helpless.

She shook her head gently and thought to herself, no matter what, Deng Shentong and I can be considered rivals in love, right?

Zhang Yi was so confident in leaving his beloved captain in his care. Wasn't he afraid that something might go wrong?

Thinking of this, Zhou Keer couldn't help but frowned, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, but in the blink of an eye she seemed to remember something, and her face instantly turned ugly.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a bitter smile.

Yes, perhaps in Zhang Yi's heart, there is a huge difference between her and Deng Shentong, and there is no comparison at all.

People often don't know how to cherish things that come easily.

Zhang Yi must have used all means to imprison that man here, and he must hold a very important position in his heart.

However, Zhou Ke'er is not a woman who would be blinded by emotions.

Since Zhang Yi was indifferent to her, she simply regarded this relationship as a pure exchange of interests. After all, in troubled times, being able to survive and have enough food and clothing is the most important thing.

As for Deng Shentong, Zhou Ke'er did not feel the slightest bit jealous. Instead, she felt pity for him.