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

Deng Shentong stared at him blankly for a while, then stepped aside. His silver hair covered his face, making it hard to tell what he looked like. "Come in and talk."

Zhang Yi walked in as he was told. He glanced at Deng Shentong's bedroom, which was decorated in clean white. It was very elegant, but it also showed the owner's cold style.

The moonlight shone into the room through the window. The room was spacious and bright, and the air was filled with his own fragrance.

Deng Shentong walked over and pulled up the curtains. The silver moonlight disappeared and the room became dim. Only a dim night light at the head of the bed was still on, dimly reflecting the slender outline of the man.

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's eyes that were extremely clear in the dark. Somehow, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and he waited nervously for the other party's next move.

"You took part in the experiment?"

A cold voice sounded. Deng Shentong's eyes were like torches, staring straight at Zhang Yi, as if he wanted to see through him.

Those eyes were cold and sharp, and seemed to tolerate no hypocrisy or lies.

Zhang Yi's whole body trembled, and a chill rose from his spine, making him shiver.

He immediately confessed everything and nodded honestly: "Sorry, Master, I was the one who hid this from you first."

Then, he smiled beamingly again: "But, I succeeded."

Snapped!

The crisp sound of slapping suddenly resounded in the silent room, startling the petals in the vase and making them tremble.

Zhang Yi was slapped and turned his head away. He covered his cheek which had five bright red fingerprints on it, and looked at Deng Shentong with his eyes wide open, as if he was somewhat confused.

"……Why?"

"You are lucky this time, but what about next time? Can you guarantee that you will be so lucky every time?" Deng Shentong said hurriedly, his voice sounding a little annoyed.

He was about to say something else, but in the dim light, he saw the silver-haired man's thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Is Deng Shentong nervous? Angry? Or... is he crying?

Zhang Yi was stunned. He had never seen Deng Shentong like this before.

He took a small step forward and stretched out his hand cautiously, wanting to touch Deng Shentong's shoulder, but stopped in mid-air.

"I..." Zhang Yi stammered, not knowing what to say.

Deng Shentong took a deep breath and turned around so that Zhang Yi could not see his face.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Deng Shentong's voice was a little hoarse. "Didn't uncle tell you? What is the probability of success of this experiment?!"

Zhang Yi lowered his head and clenched his fists: "I know! But... I don't want to be protected by you all the time."

In his usually gloomy eyes, there was a glimmer of hope.

"I want to become stronger and be able to fight alongside you."

Deng Shentong was silent for a moment after hearing this, then he gave a bitter smile and finally spoke slowly: "Zhang Yi, aren't you most afraid of death?"

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yi who was also in the dark, and sighed deeply: "Why aren't you afraid this time?"

Zhang Yi raised his head abruptly and looked directly into Deng Shentong's eyes. "I'm not afraid! As long as I'm by your side, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Even if I die."

He once felt that nothing in this world was worth his life.

His life was going smoothly. He had already stood at the highest point in the world overlooking the scenery. Zhang Yi naturally felt that the world should revolve around him.

However, after meeting Deng Shentong, he learned to compromise again and again.

Deng Shentong was a man of extraordinary talent and destiny, and was destined not to be a supporting role like a background board. Even after his death, he was like a stunning beauty, leaving behind a brief but colorful mark.

That scene was deeply engraved in Zhang Yi's heart.

If Zhang Yi wants to enter his world, he must learn to compromise. It is impossible for two protagonists to exist in this world at the same time.

This time, let him be the foil.

He did this willingly.

Deng Shentong looked at him steadily, then suddenly took a step forward and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Yi's collar.

The distance between the two of them suddenly shortened, and the moment they exchanged breath, their breathing became much heavier.

Without any preparation, Zhang Yi's eyes darkened and Deng Shentong's extremely handsome face appeared close at hand.

The next moment, a hot breath brushed across my cheek and a soft touch came over my lips.

Zhang Yi's whole body was stiff, his breathing stagnated, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils shrank slightly.

But after only a moment's hesitation, he immediately reacted, one hand irresistibly touching the back of the silver-haired man's head, and the other hand clamped the man's thin and soft waist.

Zhang Yi held the person tightly in his arms, took the initiative, and deepened the kiss.

The touch of lips and teeth made a lingering sound of water. He forcefully pried open Deng Shentong's teeth and aggressively searched for the soft little tongue in his mouth.

Deng Shentong also reacted. He fought back without giving in, keeping his tongue firmly pressed against him, refusing to let him control him. His hands tightly clasped Zhang Yi's strong arm muscles, leaving bright red fingerprints.

Zhang Yi felt a pain at the tip of his tongue and a bloody smell filled his mouth. He knew that it was Deng Shentong biting him.

However, the fishy-sweet taste not only did not dilute his enthusiasm, but instead stimulated his adrenaline to surge, and his eyes flashed with a fiery light like a wild beast.

He inserted his fingers into Deng Shentong's soft silver hair, making him unable to move and forced to accept the increasingly rough kiss.

The sticky and ambiguous sound of water continued to echo in the empty room. Even during the days in the shelter, they had never kissed so passionately.

This is the first time that Deng Shentong has been so proactive.

Zhang Yi's rationality had reached its limit, and he instinctively restrained the other person's soft body, not allowing the person to move at all.

The tall body pressed down like a ball of scorching flame, like a wolf seeing its prey, wanting to completely tear the person apart and eat him.

Deng Shentong was not the kind of person who would be manipulated by others. He climbed onto the man's broad back with both hands, as if he wanted to leave bloody marks on it.

It seems like stubborn resistance, but also like marking one's own property.

In the silent night, they kept fighting for the initiative. It didn't seem like a kiss, but more like two ferocious beasts competing fiercely.

They tore at their opponents, blood and sweat like badges of war.

Whether it is love or hate, it is too profound and can no longer be explained or separated.

Only the heat of the kiss and the intense heartbeat at this moment are real.