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

After Zhu Yunque got a satisfactory answer, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter, like a blooming flower. She lifted her skirt and walked towards the door with a proud look, as if to show her victory to everyone.

At the same time, Deng Shentong did not pay much attention to Zhu Yunque's departure.

He just glanced slightly into the depths of the corridor, then quickly retracted his gaze, picked up the book in his hand and continued reading as if nothing had happened.

As expected, after the noise outside was quiet for a while, there was a click of the door lock, and someone finally couldn't hold back and walked out.

Zhang Yi looked around furtively at the door, then tiptoed to the living room and squatted down beside Deng Shentong's legs to increase his presence.

He raised his head, staring at the silver-haired man with his dark eyes, like a big dog trying to please its master, and whispered, "Master, do you need me to serve you?"

Deng Shentong's mouth curled up slightly. He put down the book in his hand, stroked Zhang Yi's hair gently, and said softly: "Why, have you forgotten what I said before?"

Zhang Yi felt his face getting hot. He lowered his head and said stutteringly, "I... I just want to do something for the master."

In the past, he was the most shameless person, so he had no psychological burden in saying such words. Instead, they could make Deng Shentong shocked and angry, thus satisfying his bad psychology.

Now that their identities as master and servant were confirmed, he became somewhat nervous.

Deng Shentong crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, and looked down at Zhang Yi from a condescending attitude. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile: "Are you in such a hurry to show off? Then go and get me a glass of water first."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi did not dare to delay at all. He immediately stood up, quickly picked up the empty cup on the table, and ran to the kitchen like a fawning dog.

After a while, he returned to the room with a cup of steaming water and carefully handed it to Deng Shentong.

Deng Shentong stretched out his hand gracefully, slowly took the cup of water, took a sip first, feeling the comfort brought by the water temperature, and then slowly swallowed it.

Then, he stretched out his finger and gently lifted Zhang Yi's chin, forcing the other party to raise his head and look at him.

The moment their eyes met, Zhang Yi felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. His breathing also became rapid, and he felt a little dazed, even having the illusion that he was about to suffocate.

At this moment, the corners of Deng Shentong's eyes slightly raised, outlining an alluring arc, adding a touch of charm to his originally handsome face.

His voice was as light as a feather, but it carried an unquestionable majesty, and he whispered, "You are so obedient."

These three words seemed to have magical power, causing Zhang Yi's body to tremble involuntarily.

Zhang Yi's face turned even redder, but fortunately his trip to the snowfield had given him a healthier tan, so it wasn't too obvious: "As long as the master likes it."

After saying that, he quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at Deng Shentong again.

Zhang Yi lowered his head, muttering to himself, this guy really thinks he is the master! But for some reason, he actually felt sweet in his heart, as if he was surrounded by a warm power.

At this moment, Deng Shentong suddenly asked, "Besides pouring water, what else can you do?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly replied: "I can also cook, clean, and give massages... As long as it is what you need, I will do my best to do it, please just tell me!"

The smile on Deng Shentong's lips deepened, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, from today on, all these matters will be handed over to you for responsibility."

After saying this, he picked up the water glass and took another sip.

Zhang Yi was secretly delighted. It seemed that being able to stay and work for Deng Shentong was a very good thing.

He couldn't help but secretly raise his head, wanting to take a look at Deng Shentong, but he didn't expect to meet the other's clear eyes, which made him feel flustered in an instant.

"Hmm?" Deng Shentong seemed to notice Zhang Yi's gaze and asked, "Do you have any opinion?"

"No...no." Zhang Yi quickly looked away and replied stutteringly.

"Well, that's good." Deng Shentong put down the cup, knocked on the armrest of the sofa, leaned back and closed his eyes, "Come here and massage my shoulders."

Zhang Yi slowly walked behind Deng Shentong, his eyes fixed on the white neck that was exposed from the loose collar, feeling hesitant.

After a while, he finally plucked up the courage, gently placed his hands on Deng Shentong's shoulders and began to knead them.

Deng Shentong closed his eyes and enjoyed Zhang Yi's service to the fullest, with a barely perceptible smile gradually appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"A little harder... Yes, right there..." Deng Shentong continued to command Zhang Yi with his eyes closed and let out a satisfied sigh.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt the young man's breathing behind him become rapid, and then a hot breath sprayed on the back of his neck.

Zhang Yi's rough fingers suddenly lost control and pinched Deng Shentong's shoulder fiercely through a thin layer of collar, making him gasp in pain.

It goes without saying that this will definitely leave obvious red marks on that fair skin.

Deng Shentong frowned, couldn't help but let out a hiss, suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly turned around to face Zhang Yi.

He stretched out a hand and pinched Zhang Yi's chin hard, his eyes revealing dissatisfaction and blame.

"You can't even do such a small thing? What else can you do!" Deng Shentong's tone was cold, with a hint of majesty and oppression.

Zhang Yi hastily let go of his hand, and for a moment he was so flustered that he didn't know where to put his hand. The temperature in the room was not high, but he felt very hot at this moment, and his head was steaming.

His eyes flickered as he tried to explain: "Um... I didn't mean to do that."

Just when Deng Shentong was about to say something, he glanced downwards out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw something. His originally fair cheeks were suddenly stained with a layer of light pink.

He had originally thought of just letting this matter go. After all, less trouble is worse than more trouble, but who knew this guy would be so rude.

This really made the anger in his heart burn even more fiercely.

"Well, I think you did it on purpose!"

Deng Shentong frowned tightly, and his voice unconsciously rose an octave. He shouted with a hint of anger, "Get out here and kneel down. Don't stand up without my permission!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but bite his lip, and a trace of unspeakable grievance flashed in his eyes.

But despite this, he stood up silently, walked out of the room with heavy steps, and then knelt down obediently in the yard.

Snowflakes were floating in the sky. Zhang Yi knelt quietly in the snow, not moving. The cold air quickly extinguished the heat.

He thought to himself that he was still young and it was normal for him to lose control of his blood.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yi felt that his knees were almost frozen. He pounded his legs and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Is it that serious? Deng Shentong is really stingy.

At this time, footsteps were heard in the house. Zhang Yi looked up and saw Deng Shentong coming out with a blanket.

Deng Shentong came to Zhang Yi, draped a blanket over him, squatted down and looked at him.

"Get up and go into the house." Deng Shentong's voice became much gentler.

Zhang Yi looked at him in surprise, "I..."

"The snow is cold and harmful to your health." Deng Shentong interrupted him, "Just be more careful next time."

Several snowflakes fell on Deng Shentong's long eyelashes, making them look like butterfly wings, which was extremely beautiful. However, when Zhang Yi looked at this scene, he felt that some pictures in the depths of his memory were slowly overlapping.

Yes, the face of the silver-haired man in front of him was still handsome, overlapping with the pale face on the snowy night, without any trace of time.

How did he treat Deng Shentong?

At that time, he ruthlessly dragged the thinly clothed man through the freezing snow, letting the man's body rub against the hard ground, leaving a shocking blood mark in the pure white snow.

Then, they cruelly threw the naked man into the ice and snow, leaving him alone to endure the severe cold. Did the man at that time also feel the endless cold like I do now?

No! Compared with the warm Deng Garden, what Deng Shentong experienced was simply a hellish torture. That kind of coldness far exceeded the limit that ordinary people could endure.

Zhang Yi felt as if his knees were pressed down by a thousand-pound weight, so heavy that he could not move. He knew that only by kneeling like this could he alleviate the guilt deep in his heart.

Seeing Zhang Yi in a trance, Deng Shentong patted his cheek, raised his eyebrows, and said in a cold tone: "Why are you in a daze? Do you still want these legs?"

Deng Shentong's body temperature was actually not that high, and even his fingertips were a little cold, but at this moment, this hand made Zhang Yi feel extremely hot.

Zhang Yi grasped the hand tightly and gently placed it against the side of his face.

Instantly, a sour emotion surged into his heart, as if to ignite all his internal organs.

Deng Shentong felt a dampness on his palm. He lowered his head and looked over. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He frowned and asked, "Why are you crying?"

The young man kneeling on the ground had red eyes. He was calm and self-controlled and rarely showed such fragile emotions, but those moments were almost always related to Deng Shentong.

Zhang Yi held his hand and refused to let go, as if she was afraid that he would leave, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and Zhang Yi heard his own voice choking: "I'm sorry... I was wrong, I was really wrong... I'm sorry..."

Deng Shentong's expression remained calm, without any change, but his eyes relaxed slightly.

After a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "Isn't it just that I didn't control my strength? I punished you to kneel down. Why are you so scared?"

He stretched out his other hand and gently tapped Zhang Yi's forehead, saying in a disdainful voice: "You are so useless."

Zhang Yi didn't say anything else, but just held Deng Shentong's hand tightly, knelt on the ground and looked up at him for a long time, as devout as a believer confessing to a priest.