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

After Zhang Yi left, Zhou Keer looked at the time, went to the kitchen to prepare some nutritious meals, and brought them to the door of the locked room.

She knocked on the door gently and said, "I'm here to deliver food. Can you come in?"

Zhou Ke'er didn't know whether Deng Shentong was easy to get along with, so she tried to make her voice gentler.

After a while, she heard the rustling sound of iron chains being dragged from inside the door. She heard Deng Shentong's faint response, so she opened the door and walked in.

In order to ensure good air circulation, she asked Zhang Yi to move Deng Shentong to this bedroom with windows. Although this could only make the cage look more comfortable, it was better than staying in the dark basement.

However, in order to prevent extreme situations from happening again, Zhang Yi removed all dangerous items from the room, making the room appear very empty.

There was no light in the room at this time. The faint light of the afternoon shone through a layer of gauze curtain onto the man's silver hair, emitting a charming glow.

Although he was a little weak, his facial features and demeanor still showed his superiority.

Deng Shentong sat upright on the edge of the bed, looking quietly out the window, like a medieval nobleman walking out of a painting.

Zhou Ke'er, who is a beauty herself, couldn't help but envy his looks. Looking at this scene, she was a little dazed.

However, a pitch-black iron chain broke this beautiful picture.

The chain was particularly eye-catching as it was buckled around his pale and slender ankle. It was firmly fixed to the side of the bed and extended enough to allow him to move freely in the room and bathroom.

The man seemed to sense Zhou Ke'er's gaze and subconsciously hid the chain under the quilt, trying to maintain his remaining dignity.

His hair and collar were very neat. Zhou Keer must have specially tidied them up when she knocked on the door and came in, not wanting others to see his disheveled appearance.

Zhou Keer saw his subtle movements and sighed inwardly.

How did a man who still cares about his face in this situation manage to endure Zhang Yi's humiliation until now?

No wonder he committed suicide by slitting his wrists.

She came to the bed with food and said, "Zhang Yi said he would be out for a few days. I will take care of your diet and daily life on time. If you need anything or feel uncomfortable, just ring the bell to call me."

When Deng Shentong heard the news, his brows instantly relaxed, as if he finally got some time to breathe.

Zhou Keer sighed and began to examine Deng Shentong as usual.

After the examination, Zhou Keer took off her gloves and said, "You're recovering well."

A hint of disgust flashed across Deng Shentong's eyes. He shook his head and said nothing, but Zhou Ke'er understood what he meant.

Would it be easier for Zhang Yi to continue to torture him after he recovered? How ridiculous.

"I know you're not feeling well, but you should rest well now. There's no need to be hard on your body." As a doctor, Zhou Keer tried to provide psychological counseling to the patient.

Deng Shentong turned his head and looked out the window. Through the gauze curtain, he could vaguely see the white snow outside.

His beautiful eyes were filled with pain and confusion, like a caged bird looking up at the sky.

"I'm just... too tired." His voice was filled with endless fatigue, as if he had been walking alone in the snow for a long time.

Zhou Ke'er looked at him and felt inexplicably distressed. "I don't know what's going on with you guys... Anyway, eat first."

Deng Shentong closed his eyes, turned his head away and stopped talking.

Zhou Ke'er sighed and had to add: "If anything goes wrong with you, I won't be able to explain it."

Hearing Zhou Ke'er say this, Deng Shentong looked somewhat helpless. He nodded resignedly and said sullenly, "Okay, I understand. I will cooperate with you."

Watching Deng Shentong finish his meal, Zhou Keer cleaned up the dishes and left the room silently, feeling a little heavy-hearted.

I have to say that it was a wise decision for Zhang Yi to let Zhou Keer stay to take care of Deng Shentong.

Deng Shentong is an absolute gentleman and would never embarrass a woman.

She was aware of this in her heart, and she felt somewhat guilty for using it to threaten a person who had been tortured.

……

Zhou Ke'er closed the door gently, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. The room was completely silent, with only Deng Shentong lying quietly on the bed.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, his eyes revealing a deep fatigue and helplessness.

After a while, Deng Shentong took a deep breath and slowly got out of bed.

His bare feet touched the cold ground, and a chill instantly spread throughout his body.

However, he didn't seem to care about the cold, as if he had lost all perception.

As his body moved, the iron chains under Deng Shentong's feet made a crisp and harsh sound.

Every step was accompanied by the sound of the chain rubbing against the ground, which echoed throughout the room, making people feel an unspeakable depression.

There was no expression on Deng Shentong's face. He was used to this.

Compared with Zhang Yi's constant "care" before, now at least he can have his own space to move around and maintain a little dignity as a human being.

He walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes and put them aside, then turned on the shower head to rinse his body.

Deng Shentong rubbed the skin over and over again. Even though his fingers were a little weak due to the muscle relaxant, he still rubbed his fair skin until it turned red.

The bathroom was steaming hot, and he slowly washed away the dirt from lying in bed for many days while unconscious, and he felt a little better.

At least he's clean now.

But after taking a shower, he sat back on the bed, drying his hair, and encountered another problem.

Zhang Yi likes long hair, and Deng Shentong’s hair hasn’t been cut for a long time and is almost down to his knees.

He held the heavy hair dryer for a long time, but because of the muscle relaxant, he soon lost his strength and his wrists were sore.

The long silver hair was still wet and stuck to his body, dripping water. It gradually became cold when blown by the cold wind, causing Deng Shentong to sneeze.

He looked at the hair dryer in his hand, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

In my current condition, I can’t even blow dry my hair without someone to take care of me.

Deng Shentong put down the hair dryer helplessly and rubbed his hair with a dry towel.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise at the door and he looked towards it vigilantly.

It turned out to be Zhou Keer.

She came in with medicine and saw Deng Shentong's wet hair. She exclaimed, "Ah!" and hurriedly put down her things and rushed over: "Your hair is so long, how long will it take to dry it with a towel? Don't catch a cold, or it will be troublesome."

Deng Shentong was stunned. He paused for a while before explaining helplessly, "My hands are weak..."

Zhou Ke'er was also stunned. She quickly remembered that she was the one who proposed the muscle relaxant to Zhang Yi, and it was also to prevent Deng Shentong from holding her hostage and escaping after he recovered his strength.

Thinking of this, she touched her nose awkwardly, walked over to pick up the hair dryer, and said in a way that made things even more obvious: "Ahem, let me help you then."

The hair dryer was buzzing, and both of them felt a little awkward, and no one spoke.

Deng Shentong looked at his fingers silently and sighed in his heart. It was so embarrassing that he had to ask a woman for help even for something as simple as blow-drying his hair.

Zhang Yi, oh Zhang Yi, is turning me into this what you want?

He closed his eyes and shook his head, his expression revealing a deep fatigue.