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

After finishing the training, the two took a car back to Deng Garden. At this moment, night had quietly fallen, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness.

Deng Shentong was sweating slightly during the battle, but due to time constraints, he did not clean it up in time.

As soon as he returned to the room, he rushed into the bathroom impatiently, ready to take a good bath and make himself feel refreshed.

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's hurried back and muttered to himself, "My captain's mysophobia hasn't changed at all!"

He couldn't help but recall the times when he and Deng Shentong had carried out missions together. Every time after completing a mission, Deng Shentong would always take a shower and change his clothes immediately, as if there was something dirty on his body.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously grabbed his collar and sniffed hard.

"Hmm..." A faint smell of sweat entered his nose. Zhang Yi frowned, shook his head, and said to himself: "It seems that I have to go back to my room and change clothes."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards his room, his steps seemed a bit hurried. After all, he didn't want to be disliked by Deng Shentong for his sweaty body.

After entering the room, Zhang Yi quickly opened the closet and picked out a set of clean clothes.

He took a careful shower and changed quickly, then threw his clothes into the washing machine.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh and felt much more relaxed.

At the same time, Deng Shentong came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. His long silver hair was wet and draped over his body, falling down like a waterfall, exuding a fresh and elegant fragrance that made people feel relaxed and happy.

He was only casually wearing a loose bathrobe with the collar slightly open, revealing his full and firm chest and well-defined collarbone, exuding a unique charm.

The skin at Deng Shentong's collar appeared aristocratic white under the light, and the whole person seemed to be glowing.

He walked towards this side slowly while casually wiping his hair with a towel.

Seeing that Zhang Yi had changed his clothes, Deng Shentong nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, not bad, you still have to pay attention to personal hygiene!"

Zhang Yi was still staring at Deng Shentong's wide-open collar. After he came to his senses, he didn't know where to look for a moment. He nodded vaguely and said, "Oh, okay..."

Deng Shentong’s mind was still a little slow after taking a relaxing hot shower, and he didn’t realize anything was wrong for a moment.

He walked to the sofa lazily and casually and lay down. His fair skin turned slightly red due to the heat, emitting a unique scent.

However, Zhang Yi could not take his eyes off Deng Shentong.

His heartbeat involuntarily quickened a little, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

When he was with Deng Shentong before, he still maintained the arrogance and alienation of a "stranger", which made him subconsciously afraid to get too close. Now that Deng Shentong has relaxed his guard, all those charming thoughts suddenly came out.

Zhang Yi felt like a bit of an asshole and tried to divert his attention, but Deng Shentong's faintly visible chest muscles and inadvertently exposed slender legs kept attracting his gaze.

At this moment, Deng Shentong suddenly sat up, as if he had noticed something wrong with Zhang Yi.

He glanced at Zhang Yi in confusion, then smiled and said, "What's wrong? You seem a little nervous."

Zhang Yi was suddenly embarrassed and quickly explained: "No...nothing, I was just thinking about something." He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Deng Shentong did not take Zhang Yi's explanation to heart. He reached out and picked up the hair dryer on the table, ready to call the maid to help him dry his hair.

Zhang Yi saw this opportunity and was eager to show off. He hurried forward, quickly snatched the hair dryer from Deng Shentong, and said, "Let me do it."

Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just silently let go of his hand, allowing Zhang Yi to take the hair dryer and start fiddling with his wet silver hair, as if he had already gotten used to this situation.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel secretly proud in his heart. Although Deng Shentong had been trying to act as if he knew nothing about him, he could still detect some clues from the small details and habits in life.

Zhang Yi turned on the hair dryer and gently played with Deng Shentong's silver hair. His fingers passed through the soft hair, feeling Deng Shentong's body temperature.

Deng Shentong closed his eyes and enjoyed Zhang Yi's skilled service. He thought to himself, why is this guy so attentive today?

After blowing for a while, Zhang Yi's hand accidentally touched Deng Shentong's face. Deng Shentong suddenly opened his eyes, and their eyes met instantly.

There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, and Zhang Yi's heartbeat became faster. He quickly looked away and continued to blow dry his hair.

Deng Shentong's hair is very long. Although it is a little shorter than it was a year ago, it still reaches his waist. It takes a lot of effort to blow it up.

Zhang Yi was concentrating on blowing his hair. Suddenly, Deng Shentong stretched out his right hand and grabbed Zhang Yi's wrist.

Zhang Yi was startled and stopped. "Your hands are so hot, do you have a fever?" Deng Shentong said softly.

Zhang Yi felt his cheeks getting a little hot, but fortunately his tanned skin covered it up well. He explained, "No, maybe the water temperature is too high."

Deng Shentong smiled and said, "That's good." His eyes were clear and slightly curved, like a seductive fox. Zhang Yi suddenly felt like he was drunk, and everything in front of him became blurry.

He quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, and continued to blow-dry his hair, not daring to slack off for fear that he would do something out of line again.

Finally, the hair was dried. Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "Okay, it's done!"

Deng Shentong stood up and stretched his muscles. He slowly walked to Zhang Yi, patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Thank you."

Zhang Yi lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly and said softly: "You're welcome, master. This is my job." After that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Deng Shentong suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait a moment."

Zhang Yi stopped, turned around in confusion, and looked at Deng Shentong with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Deng Shentong took a step forward, tiptoed slightly, raised his head and whispered in Zhang Yi's ear: "The moonlight is nice tonight, do you want to go out for a walk together?"