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

An expression of disbelief appeared on Deng Shentong's face. He obviously did not expect to get such an answer.

But he soon regained his composure and tried to regain the initiative in the negotiations.

"So, are you willing to remain nameless and without any status like this?" Deng Shentong narrowed his eyes, with a hint of provocation in his tone, "Only if I leave, your position in his heart will be higher, isn't it?"

Zhou Keer smiled, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, "Mr. Deng, with your status, you have everything since birth. I guess you haven't suffered much in the end times."

"As long as you have experienced the struggle of starvation and cold, you will understand."

"Rather than taking risks for an unnecessary relationship, for me, having enough food and clothing is enough." Zhou Ke'er smiled and shook her head, "I don't like Zhang Yi enough to take a gamble for him."

Deng Shentong's eyes darkened and he was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about Zhou Ke'er's words: "If you don't fight, then won't others fight? I remember there are several women around him. I don't believe you don't have any resentment at all."

"Because we are all the same kind." Zhou Ke'er smiled. "We all depend on Zhang Yi to survive until today. He can bring whoever he wants home, and we won't have any complaints."

Deng Shentong was stunned for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you like him at all? ...Is this the only relationship between you two?"

"Maybe there was. But I soon discovered that the word love is the worthless thing in doomsday." Zhou Keer didn't want to continue this topic. She cleaned up the table, turned around and left the room.

Deng Shentong fell into silence. He slowly sat back on the bed, staring at the heavy iron chain around his ankle in a daze.

……

In the evening, Zhang Yi returned to the shelter in the snow.

Before he had time to brush off the snowflakes on his body, he hurriedly took a look at Deng Shentong's room.

When I saw a figure reflected in the warm yellow light in the window, I felt a little relieved and opened the door and walked in.

When Zhou Ke'er saw him coming back, she stood up from the sofa and reported Deng Shentong's recent situation as usual.

Of course, she concealed the content of the conversation between Deng Shentong and her. She would not do such a boring thing. If something happened, it would add to her workload.

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, turned back to the room, washed off the dust, changed into clean clothes, and then walked towards the door of the house that had been haunting him.

In fact, he could have just barged in, but after thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

The people in the room seemed to mistake the person coming in for Zhou Ke'er, so a cold voice came out, saying in a flat tone: "Come in."

As expected, when the door opened and Zhang Yi appeared in front of him, the silver-haired man on the bed was obviously stunned for a moment. After seeing that Zhang Yi was only wearing a bathrobe, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost subconsciously stepped back, pulling the iron chain with a crisp sound.

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's reaction, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. In the past, this kind of dodging only made him more excited, but now he felt something different.

He slowly walked to the bed, knelt down, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Captain, I won't touch you today."

Deng Shentong calmed himself down and his breathing gradually returned to normal.

Although the credibility of Zhang Yi's words was basically zero, after a conversation with Zhou Ke'er, he looked at Zhang Yi with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the face that haunted his dreams, the one he loved and hated, but stopped in mid-air. He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and asked, "Are you okay? Did you eat well?"

Deng Shentong turned his head away, avoiding Zhang Yi's hand, "Don't worry about it."

His voice was cold and distant. No matter what, Zhang Yi would not change what he had done to him.

If you forgive him just because of a few words from others, he is not Deng Shentong.

Zhang Yi's eyes dimmed, he silently grabbed the corner of Deng Shentong's clothes without saying a word.

Deng Shentong was annoyed by the stray dog-like gaze he received, so he raised his foot and kicked Zhang Yi. The force was not strong, but it was a clear sign of resistance: "Get out."

Zhang Yi showed a playful smile, reached out and grabbed the snow-white bare foot, rubbed the light pink sole with his rough fingers, and ran his other hand along the pole.

By the time Deng Shentong reacted and started struggling, the tall young man had already climbed onto the bed, leaned over him, and imprisoned him in his shadow.

Deng Shentong was furious, his eyes were red, and he slapped him. He gritted his teeth and said, "I knew I couldn't trust you! Shame on you!"

"Hey, stop hitting me." Zhang Yi grabbed his wrist easily as if he was just joking, and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, I really don't want to touch you, I just want to sleep next to you for one night."

"Do you think I will believe your lies again? Uh-huh..." Deng Shentong subconsciously wanted to refute, but the other party controlled the soles of his feet and gently scratched them. He couldn't help but let out an unbearable gasp, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Zhang Yi's dark eyes flashed with a faint green light like a wild beast, and he said with interest: "Are you ticklish here?" Like a naughty child, he rubbed the delicate soles of the feet more and more vigorously.

"Ah! Um... don't touch me! Uh..." Deng Shentong glared at his shameless behavior, his beautiful eyes wide open, but the next moment he was tortured by the itch on the soles of his feet and let out a broken moan.

Zhang Yi was slightly shocked, then smiled and said to himself, "It seems so."

He ravaged the bare feet that felt so good a few more times, then let go of the man who was already too itchy to speak.

He had already figured out exactly where Deng Shentong's sensitive parts were, and now he had an unexpected gain, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a little proud.

After several struggles, Deng Shentong's long hair was already disheveled. He lay on his back on the bed, breathing slowly, and looked at Zhang Yi coldly: "Have you had enough fun? If you've had enough fun, get out."

Zhang Yi ignored Deng Shentong's cold eyes, lay down beside him, stared at him quietly, and smiled a little scoundrelly: "This is my house, Captain, you are so cruel, where do you want me to go?"

Deng Shentong felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him. He was used to the moody Zhang Yi, and he didn't know if this man who was still speaking softly would suddenly show his sharp claws.

He turned sideways, his back facing Zhang Yi, too lazy to argue any further.

"I know you hate me." Zhang Yi said softly, "Hate me, I hate you too, isn't that good? We still have this tacit understanding."

Deng Shentong's body trembled slightly, and he sneered: "I think you are a little crazy."

"I know that nothing I say now will be of any use. I will be going on a long journey in a few days, and I will let you go then."

Deng Shentong bit his lip and remained silent. He didn't dare to believe what Zhang Yi said. Was it another carefully woven spider web, waiting for him to fall into the trap?

Zhang Yi sighed softly behind him. The hot breath seemed to form a polar contrast with Deng Shentong's low body temperature. "I won't force you to do anything in the next few days. Just be obedient. Just consider it as a mercy to me."

There was a hint of helplessness and bitterness in his voice, as if he had already made some kind of decision.

"Hmph, sweet talk." Deng Shentong snorted, obviously not believing it.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi wrapped his arms around Deng Shentong's waist and held him tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to merge him into his own body.

"After these few days, I will let you go. I will go far away so that you will never see me again. This will be good for both of us, okay?" There was a hint of sadness in Zhang Yi's tone.

Deng Shentong did not resist, perhaps because he was really too tired.

At this point, he didn't understand how much truth and how much falsehood there were in these words. If he let down his guard now, who knew if a cold blade would be waiting for him behind him.

He slowly closed his eyes and quietly let Zhang Yi hug him, like a beautiful but lifeless doll.

Zhang Yi felt Deng Shentong's breathing gradually become steady, but the pain in his heart became more intense.

Be patient, all this turmoil caused by him will soon be over.

In the final moments, even just a brief hug could make him feel a little satisfied.