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

Very rarely, Zhang Yi did not break his promise. During the past few days in the shelter, his patience was many times better than before.

No matter how stern Deng Shentong put on his face, every time he wanted to get angry, he controlled his temper and put on a smiling face again.

With the previous experience as a lesson, Deng Shentong didn't dare to believe it. He intended to test Zhang Yi's bottom line.

When Zhang Yi handed him a bowl of medicinal food that he had worked so hard to prepare, he snatched the bowl away and poured the entire bowl of soup onto the smiling young man.

"Stop pretending and get out of here."

The smile on Zhang Yi's face froze, and a cold light flashed in his dark eyes. For a moment, Deng Shentong thought that he could no longer hold back and was about to attack and hurt someone, but Zhang Yi just wiped his face and smiled again.

Fortunately, he had cooled the soup before serving it. If it was still scalding hot, he would have suffered a lot. Zhang Yi casually took out a towel from the alien space and wiped the stains off his face.

But his black hair was wet and stuck to the sides of his face, making him look like a stray dog ​​that had fallen into the water, so miserable.

Zhang Yi looked at the cold-faced silver-haired man with a pitiful look, and said in a hoarse voice: "Captain, you have such a cruel heart."

Deng Shentong certainly would not be soft-hearted just because of his weak appearance. What he did was just what Zhang Yi had done to him before. He was just repaying Zhang Yi with a tooth for a tooth. What's wrong with that?

He snorted coldly and remained unmoved: "Stop looking at me like that. I won't eat your food. Take the bowl and get out."

Zhang Yi lowered his brows, cleaned up the leftovers, turned around silently, and walked slowly towards the door.

Just as he was about to step out of the room, he suddenly stopped.

"When I say I won't force you, it's true. When I say I hate you, it's also true...and when I say I love you, it's also true." His voice was so soft that it seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Deng Shentong, why don't you believe me?"

There was silence in the room. Deng Shentong was stunned. He never expected Zhang Yi to say such a thing.

It's unlike him to keep giving in.

However, Deng Shentong quickly remembered that this guy was good at talking smoothly, so even these seemingly heartfelt words could not be believed.

"Really? I'm not used to it." He tapped the bed rails with his fingers, looked at the chains on his ankles, and smiled sarcastically: "If you want to humiliate me, use the same method as before. This sounds disgusting."

The words he spoke were like a sharp thorn, piercing the other person and causing him to bleed profusely.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and said, "I know it's my fault. I don't expect you to forgive me."

Deng Shentong crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows: "It's enough to know. It's better to let me go now than to say so much."

"Yes, I will let you go after a few days." Zhang Yi said softly, his tone extremely serious, "You can beat and scold me as much as you want, as long as you can vent your anger."

Deng Shentong's heart moved, but then he sneered: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Zhang Yi lowered his head and shook his head, then turned around silently and whispered, "Whether you believe it or not, I will stay by your side for the next few days."

"Also, the effect of compound number three is about to wear off. I won't give you any more injections. When the time is up, you can leave on your own."

"Then what are you insisting on?" Deng Shentong frowned. "Since you are going to let me go, why do you have to act like this in front of me now? Anyway, we will never meet again in the future."

Zhang Yi smiled softly: "Maybe it's because there's not much time left. But I still can't bear to let go."

After saying that, Zhang Yi gently closed the door, as if isolating the whole world from outside, leaving only the lonely room.

Deng Shentong looked at the door in a daze, and a complex emotion arose in his heart, as if he was lost and confused.

After Zhang Yi left, Deng Shentong lay on the bed, looking around the room that had become so familiar to him these days. His mind was full of thoughts, and he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He stretched out his hand, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar power in his body, and found that the effect of the medicine was indeed gradually dissipating as Zhang Yi said.

Zhang Yi's words did not seem completely unreliable, but how could Zhang Yi, who had acted like a madman and claimed that he would pester him for the rest of his life before the man had even run a few steps away, be willing to let him go just like that?

No, Deng Shentong shook his head, he was unwilling to believe that all this was true.

The hurt he had suffered was so deep and severe that he couldn't let it go easily.

However, for some reason, Zhang Yi's last words lingered in his mind like a curse.

There's not much time left? Does that mean there's not much time left before he leaves?

But he always felt that Zhang Yi seemed to have something else to say.

It was late at night, and Deng Shentong was still thinking about Zhang Yi's words. He didn't know whether Zhang Yi was sincere or not, but he knew clearly that his heart was no longer as calm as before.

Deng Shentong is not the type of person who would sit and wait for death. He decided to take the initiative and test what Zhang Yi was thinking.

The next morning, when Zhang Yi entered the room again, he sat up from the bed, looked at the smiling young man indifferently, and said, "Didn't you say you would let me beat and scold you? Then stop talking nonsense and come here."

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes, and he immediately walked to the bed.

Deng Shentong looked at his overjoyed expression, a sneer appeared on his lips, and then he kicked Zhang Yi in the chest: "Put on my shoes."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he was at a loss for what to do with Deng Shentong's sudden order. Then he silently bent down and grabbed the slender ankle, and a suspicious blush appeared on his ears.

He looked not so much speechless with shame as with joy.

Deng Shentong made a disgusted "tsk" sound and stepped hard on his shoulder with his other foot, forcing him to half-kneel.

"How can you serve me like this? Kneel down."

Zhang Yi's breathing became heavier, but he was not angry. He steadied himself and began to put shoes on Deng Shentong.

His movements were gentle and careful, as if he was holding a priceless treasure in his hands. His broad wheat-colored palms and pale bare feet formed a striking contrast, just like a tiger sniffing a rose.

After putting on his shoes, Zhang Yi raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation and nervousness, like an obedient big dog waiting for his owner's reward after completing a task.

Deng Shentong looked at him expressionlessly, but a strange feeling passed through his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the time before everything happened, as if the man in front of him was still the gentle and meticulous subordinate.

Knowing clearly that all this could be disguised, he tried to suppress the emotion, but Zhang Yi's gaze was too ardent for him to resist.

"What are you looking at? I want to change my clothes. Do you want to continue watching?"

Deng Shentong looked away and said coldly.

If it was the previous Zhang Yi, he would naturally not give Deng Shentong any privacy. He would want to stick his eyes on him and violate him with his gaze.

Now the shameless Zhang Yi became uncharacteristically timid and anxious. He avoided her gaze and said, "Then I'll go out first."

In the next few days, Zhang Yi stayed by Deng Shentong's side and let him command him.

There seemed to be a subtle change in the relationship between them. Although it was still cold on the surface, it seemed that they were not so incompatible anymore.

Although he didn't treat Zhang Yi well throughout the whole process, he gradually developed a strange sense of dependence deep in his heart.

However, in this seemingly peaceful daily life, a subtle sense of uneasiness is growing day by day.

Deng Shentong would occasionally see Zhang Yi looking at him silently, with a hint of pain and struggle in his eyes.

He had no idea what Zhang Yi wanted to do. Compared to Zhang Yi's furious and mad appearance, his current hypocritical look made him even more unable to figure this person out.

He tried to get Zhang Yi to talk, but to no avail.

Zhou Ke'er also looked like she didn't know what was going on.

As the time drew closer for the day when Zhang Yi agreed to release him, Deng Shentong also felt that the supernatural power in his body was slowly recovering. However, as the power returned to his body, it was unable to dispel the growing uneasiness.

……

It was just another ordinary snowy night in the apocalypse. A dim light was on in the bedroom. A silver-haired man was lying on the bed, breathing evenly and steadily.

It seemed that he had been living very comfortably in recent days. His sleeping position was no longer curled up in a self-defense manner, but gradually stretched out, and his brows were no longer furrowed. His beautiful face looked peaceful and serene.

His soft silver hair spread out on the pillow, like a long-haired white cat that had let down its guard.

In the shadow of the light stood a man in black, his face blurred in the darkness and his expression could not be seen.

Since being locked up in the shelter, Deng Shentong's sleep has become very poor, and Zhang Yi would always be awakened in the middle of the night by his struggles in his dreams.

Deng Shentong always had nightmares. He struggled with his eyes closed. Every time Zhang Yi wanted to comfort him, he heard his own name in his mumbling.

Only then did he realize that he was the devil chasing Deng Shentong in the nightmare.

But it doesn't matter, it will be over soon, and I will kill everything that scares you with my own hands.

Including, myself.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but lean over. He crossed the shadows, as if shuttling between darkness and light, and devoutly placed a kiss on that beautiful face.

Like a snowflake falling lightly on the thick snow, without any desire, just separation.

Standing up again, he gently untied the chain on Deng Shentong's ankle. The shackles fell to the ground with a clang, but did not disturb the sleeping person.

Before going to bed, he had given Deng Shentong a potion that was enough to make him sleep until everything was over. When he woke up, he could leave on his own.

After doing all this, Zhang Yi took one last look at the man on the bed, put on his night cloak, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by cruelty and decisiveness.

He opened the door of space and disappeared into the night.