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

After Zhang Yi finished washing up, he knocked on Deng Shentong's bedroom door dejectedly.

"Master, can I come in?"

Deng Shentong had almost gone to bed. When he heard the annoying knock on the door, he looked out the door and said impatiently, "It's so late. What else do you want? Come in and tell me."

Zhang Yi carefully opened the door a crack, lowered his head and walked in quietly.

Seeing Deng Shentong's inquiring gaze, he scratched his face a little embarrassedly and stammered, "Um...did they take away the sheets and quilts in my room?"

Deng Shentong's eyes were blank for a moment. After a while, he seemed to remember something and said with an "ah":

"I told Xiaoyu and the others during the day that you left. Maybe someone took it away to wash."

Zhang Yi secretly watched Deng Shentong's expression and said helplessly, "Then where should I sleep tonight?"

"Just find a guest room to sleep in." Deng Shentong lay down again and pulled the quilt to cover his body.

Zhang Yi stood there without moving, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Deng Shentong's eyebrows twitched when he saw this, "What else do you want?

"No one has slept in the guest room for a long time. It's full of dust." Zhang Yi lowered his head, his voice getting lower and lower.

"Then find a set of sheets from the space and spread them out."

Deng Shentong sat up and turned off the bedside lamp with a click, his tone revealing dissatisfaction: "You can't even handle such a small matter? Get out, I'm going to sleep."

After saying this, he turned his back and didn't look at Zhang Yi again.

Zhang Yi's heart tightened, and he quickly explained: "Master, I don't have these things in my space..." But his voice became smaller and smaller, and this excuse was too far-fetched.

Deng Shentong turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhang Yi's face with a hint of amusement, as if he could see through his inner thoughts.

Zhang Yi's ears turned red when he looked at him, and he felt more and more guilty.

"Do you think I will believe it?" Deng Shentong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a half-smile.

Zhang Yi secretly complained in his heart, wondering how he could be so stupid that he couldn't even come up with a good excuse. He gritted his teeth and replied, "I really don't have any... I threw them away when I cleaned up before, and I didn't bring them with me."

He hoped that Deng Shentong would believe him, but judging from the other party's expression, he obviously had no such intention.

Zhang Yi sighed helplessly, knowing that it would be useless to continue pestering her, so he turned around silently and prepared to leave the room.

But at this moment, an impulsive thought came to his mind, making him stop involuntarily.

Zhang Yi slowly turned his head and looked at Deng Shentong in the darkness. After hesitating for a moment, he asked softly, "Master... Master, can I sleep with you?"

After asking this, Zhang Yi wanted to slap himself immediately. Wasn't this wolfish ambition obvious?

However, to his surprise, Deng Shentong was not angry. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Come up."

Zhang Yi was stunned in the place, overjoyed. He was afraid that Deng Shentong would change his mind, so he hurriedly climbed onto the bed.

He lay down beside Deng Shentong carefully, trying not to touch him. Even so, he could still feel the warm breath coming from Deng Shentong.

Deng Shentong was lying with his back to him, his silver hair loose, his thin pajamas outlining the graceful lines of his back, and a slender white neck protruding from the collar.

Further down, there is a strong and slender waist, with soft fabric piled up in the depression and tightened at the round hips.

Zhang Yi lay on his side, facing Deng Shentong, staring at his back quietly, his heartbeat speeding up involuntarily. He thought of what happened on this bed not long ago, and suddenly felt itchy.

Deng Shentong had been spoiled in the Deng family for a while. He was no longer as thin as he was when he was tortured by him. His body was healthy and round, and felt great to the touch.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently placed it on Deng Shentong's waist.

Deng Shentong's body trembled slightly, but he did not dodge. Seeing that he did not resist, Zhang Yi gradually grew bolder, and his hand slowly moved up along Deng Shentong's waistline, finally stopping at his shoulder.

At this moment, Deng Shentong suddenly turned over and faced Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi was startled and quickly retracted his hand, lowering his head in embarrassment.

Deng Shentong looked at Zhang Yi, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, "Why, you don't dare to touch me?"

Zhang Yi's face flushed red instantly. He knew in his heart that he had just expressed his loyalty, and it would be a bit shameless to make a move at this time.

He stammered, "Uh... I just..."

Deng Shentong didn't wait for him to finish. He suddenly stretched out a hand, tightly grasped Zhang Yi's wrist, and pressed his palm directly on his cheek, "You can touch it."

Zhang Yi's heartbeat instantly accelerated to the extreme, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

His palms clearly felt the temperature of Deng Shentong's face, and the hot touch spread along his arms to his whole body, making him feel hot and dry involuntarily. This feeling was unstoppable, and it surged to his lower abdomen like a tide, causing his lower body to gradually react.

"I think……"

He swallowed hard and looked at Deng Shentong with pleading eyes, hoping to get more responses.

However, at this moment, Deng Shentong's eyes suddenly became cold, as if covered by a layer of frost.

He exhaled lightly and said in a cold voice: "The sheets have just been changed. Go to sleep when you've had enough. Otherwise, get out."

"Oh."

Zhang Yi's body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted, and he quickly pulled his hand back. A sense of loss surged in his heart, but he didn't dare to act rashly again.

After all, he knew Deng Shentong's temper, and if he really annoyed him, the consequences could be serious.

At least not tonight.

Deng Shentong closed his eyes and no longer looked at Zhang Yi, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhang Yi sighed helplessly and could only close his eyes obediently, trying to calm himself down.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his inner restlessness, and then forced himself to fall asleep as quickly as possible.

However, even though he closed his eyes, his thoughts were still active.

Deng Shentong's figure kept appearing in his mind, especially that pair of cold yet charming eyes, which were deeply engraved in his memory like a brand.

As time passed, Zhang Yi's thoughts gradually drifted away.

In a daze, he felt a hand on his waist and a warm and fragrant breath came to his face.

Zhang Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the silver-haired man who was sleeping in his arms, at a loss.

Zhang Yi was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe. He felt Deng Shentong's breath so close to him, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

He stared quietly at Deng Shentong's beautiful and peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

Finally, Zhang Yi gently held Deng Shentong's hand on his waist, as if to confirm that this warmth was not an illusion.

Reaching out and gently hugging the man in his arms, Zhang Yi slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Just like that, the two hugged each other and fell asleep.