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

The early morning sunlight shines through the curtains and into the room.

Strands of golden light passed through the gaps, illuminating the paths of dust dancing in the air. The sun gently caressed the walls, furniture, and floor, tinting them with a warm hue.

The silver-haired man on the bed moved his fingers and slowly opened his somewhat sore eyes. There was a hint of confusion in his silver-white eyes, as beautiful as the first snow in winter.

But soon, he came to his senses, and the look in his eyes became sharp again, revealing the arrogance that only a superior person could have.

"Uh huh..."

Although the morning air was very fresh, Deng Shentong felt very bad. His whole body was sore, as if he had been run over by a giant truck.

Especially since the culprit held him tightly in his arms like a child holding his favorite doll.

Deng Shentong took a lot of effort to break free from the other's arms. He rubbed his waist and felt his bones groaning under the burden.

The indescribable place under my body was burning with pain. I knew without thinking that my walking posture would become very strange today.

However, the instigator of all this was sleeping soundly, with a charming smile on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and even the lingering gloom was washed away by his joy.

He looked like he was having a very beautiful dream, and his expression was peaceful and happy.

Deng Shentong stared quietly at the face of the tall young man. The sunlight shone on his profile, outlining his high nose bridge and well-defined lips.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the leather collar around Zhang Yi's neck, and his eyes trembled.

I don't know when he brought it.

Deng Shentong sighed softly and decided to get up and wash up first.

He got out of bed quietly, reached out and took the communicator from the bedside, and after confirming that Zhang Yi had no reaction, he staggered into the bathroom.

Deng Shentong stretched out his fingers and touched the cool and smooth mirror. The equally beautiful man in the mirror was looking back at him.

Zhang Yi always remembered to clean up after work. He was dressed very cleanly, with a loosely draped white silk pajamas.

As there were no laces, the collar was wide open, revealing the sculpture-like perfect white body, but at this moment it was covered with large areas of charming and ambiguous marks.

Deng Shentong looked at his slightly embarrassed self calmly for a while, then reached out and touched an obvious tooth mark on his collarbone.

"hiss!"

Deng Shentong frowned somewhat unhappily: "You are really born in the Year of the Dog."

Somehow, the crazy scene of last night suddenly emerged in his mind and flooded into his heart like a tide. He was stunned for a long time, as if he was frozen in time, unable to move.

After a moment, he slowly shook his head, as if trying to shake off these unpleasant memories from his mind, but they lingered around him like ghosts.

At this moment, a crisp ringtone suddenly rang from the communicator on the sink, breaking the gloom in his heart.

Deng Shentong came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and then gently splashed cold water on his cheeks, trying to wake himself up.

The freezing cold water stimulated his skin, bringing a hint of coolness and making his mind a little clearer.

Finally, he pressed the answer button on the communicator.

"Hello? Avatar."

Deng Yuanbo's old voice came from the communicator.

"Uncle, I'm here."

Deng Shentong lowered his eyes and responded calmly.

"What's wrong with your voice? Why is it so hoarse?" Deng Yuanbo asked puzzledly.

"Cough cough!" Deng Shentong was choked. He rolled his eyes and thought to himself that I couldn't tell you that I was hoarse from shouting.

"Maybe it's inflammation."

"Never mind all that. Have you dealt with it? Don't be soft-hearted at this time. I'm also worried that things might get more serious if things go wrong." Deng Yuanbo quickly put this little matter behind him and urged on the other end of the phone.

Deng Shentong paused, a hint of inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes: "It's been dealt with. I gave him a sufficient dose. He is sleeping soundly now."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to take him away, and you should get ready as well."

"Wait a moment!"

Deng Shentong held the communicator tightly, hesitated for a moment and said, "Have you confirmed his ability index? What is it?"

"." Deng Yuanbo sighed, "It's a pity that the Nine-Life Crow only has one tail feather left, otherwise it might have been able to reach a higher realm than it once was."

"Then..." Deng Shentong bit his lip, "Does it have to be like this?"

"What's the matter? Shentong, wake up!" Deng Yuanbo's tone became more and more anxious, "Don't forget what our original purpose was! You are only one step away from that threshold!"

Deng Shentong was silent for a moment, then he took a deep breath and said slowly: "I haven't forgotten. Uncle, give me a little more time to say goodbye to him."

Deng Yuanbo's voice came from the communicator, with a hint of helplessness and worry: "Deng Shentong, you have to think clearly and don't make the wrong decision because of a momentary impulse."

Deng Shentong's hands trembled slightly. He clenched his teeth and tried to control his emotions: "I understand, uncle."

"...You!" Deng Yuanbo seemed to want to say something, but finally sighed, "Okay, I'll talk to Deng Mao later. But you have to remember that our family needs you."

Without waiting for Deng Yuanbo to finish speaking, Deng Shentong hung up the communicator.

He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his heart, but the strong emotion surged into his heart like a tide, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Deng Shentong opened his eyes and stared at the man in the mirror.

Time has not left any traces on his handsome face, but he knows that he is no longer the same person he used to be.

Deng Shentong stretched out his fingers and gently stroked himself in the mirror, as if he was touching a stranger.

His eyes fell on the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror, his fingertips slowly sliding over every contour and every detail, feeling the cool touch under his fingertips.

Sometimes his eyes were as gentle as water, revealing a deep attachment and longing; sometimes they became indifferent, as sharp and cold as a frosty blade.

What does Zhang Yi like about him?

Perhaps, he liked the proud and confident captain of the God Squad who was as warm as the sun.

Or maybe, he liked his determination when sacrificing himself, his tolerance, and his meticulousness.

Deng Shentong quietly looked at the extremely beautiful man in the mirror. No one could imagine that such a perfect person could have any dark side.

but.

What if this is all a disguise?

Deng Shentong suddenly laughed. He laughed so happily that his shoulders began to tremble unconsciously.

There was an elusive depth in his bright eyes.

He began to look forward to it. What expression would Zhang Yi have after he knew the truth?