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

"Nothing." Deng Shentong avoided the question and denied it straightforwardly.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, and the smile on his face widened. He pretended to be regretful and said, "Alas, I thought you noticed the wound on my back."

Deng Shentong frowned upon hearing this: "When did you get injured?"

"I accidentally scratched it during training today, it's no big deal." Zhang Yi said with a grin.

He knew that the more he said this, the more Deng Shentong would care.

As expected, Deng Shentong stepped forward and walked to the glass door of the shower room, knocked on the glass, and said coldly: "Turn around, let me see if it's serious. If it's not healed yet, call a doctor."

"Oh, it's really alright..."

Zhang Yi responded perfunctorily, but there was a hint of depth in his eyes and a triumphant smile on the corners of his mouth.

Unprepared, the glass door of the shower room opened instantly, and a big hand reached out and grabbed Deng Shentong's arm, dragging him inside with irresistible force.

Before Deng Shentong could react, he was pulled into the shower room.

"Zhang Yi! Let me go..."

He struggled to grab the glass door, but the hand grabbed his hand tightly like a pair of iron clamps.

"Don't even think about running away."

With a loud bang, Zhang Yi pushed the door back. The force of the slam was so strong that the wall even shook slightly.

Zhang Yi pinched his shoulders and switched his position, pressing his broad back against the door, blocking his escape route and completely confining him in the small space of the shower room.

The warm water poured down from the shower head, instantly soaking Deng Shentong's entire body. His shirt and underwear became transparent, revealing his pale pink body vaguely.

In the steaming heat, his extremely handsome face glowed with a hazy soft light under the light, like a god from heaven, but under the semi-transparent clothes, his slender and tight body was very alluring.

Zhang Yi's breath hitched, and the next second he clamped the silver-haired man's slender waist tightly with one hand, and reached his other hand into the wide-open shirt and began to caress him unscrupulously.

"What are you doing... Ugh!"

Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows, and the words he had just spoken were interrupted, and his lips were blocked by another pair of lips.

Zhang Yi kissed him madly, his tongue prying open his teeth domineeringly, greedily absorbing the oxygen in his mouth and exchanging saliva.

Deng Shentong was breathless from the kiss. The humid and hot air and the strong scent of the man made his heart beat wildly.

His mind went blank and he subconsciously closed his eyes. His arms weakly clasped Zhang Yi's broad and strong shoulders, and he was forced to endure this violent kiss.

At this moment, Zhang Yi seemed to be slightly satisfied and let go of Deng Shentong's lips. He grabbed his wrist and pressed it against his chest, then whispered in his ear, "Master, don't you like to watch? Come, I'll let you watch enough."

Deng Shentong spread out his five slender fingers, revealing hot and strong muscles under his palms. Under his wet wheat-colored skin, the strong heartbeat made him inexplicably nervous.

Deng Shentong was unable to break free of his arm, so he turned his head away from him and gritted his teeth, “Don’t mess around!”

Zhang Yi quietly looked at Deng Shentong's embarrassed and angry expression, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. He felt that the impulse of his body had gradually exceeded the controllable range of reason.

Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't say anything and refused to let go, and the look in his eyes became more and more passionate and crazy, Deng Shentong's face turned pale and he hurriedly gathered his clothes with his other hand.

However, the soaked shirt could not cover anything. Instead, his panicked movements only aroused the young man's animal desires.

Zhang Yi's eyes darkened, and he suddenly loosened his grip on his hand. Deng Shentong breathed a sigh of relief. He held his clothes with one hand and tried to bypass Zhang Yi to get out.

However, the tall young man stood there like a wall, not moving at all, blocking his way.

The long silver hair was wet by the water and stuck to the side of his face. Deng Shentong raised his eyelashes which were wet with water droplets, looked up at the culprit with a hint of anger, and said in a cold voice:

"Step aside."

The air was uncomfortably stagnant for a moment, and the next second, his shoulders were grabbed tightly, and then he turned around and pressed against the slippery wall of the bathroom.

Although a large palm protected his forehead in time to prevent it from being bruised, the opponent's strength was so great that Deng Shentong's mind went blank for a moment and his ears were buzzing.

Taking advantage of his moment of daze, Zhang Yi stripped off his clothes that were in the way, and pressed his strong body against his smooth back.

The young man reached out from behind and touched his chest, blowing air into his ear, like a demon tempting people to fall and perish together, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master... let's wash together?"

The big hands rubbing his chest became stronger and stronger. Deng Shentong gasped in unbearable pain, his eyes trembled, and he was about to say something to resist, but he suddenly froze in place.

There was something hard pressing against him from behind.

Deng Shentong was stimulated by this obscene suggestion. After a moment of daze, he suddenly struggled violently: "Zhang Yi, let go! Get out of here!"

Zhang Yi also seemed to realize that he was too eager. He smiled pleadingly, twisted Deng Shentong's chin with his fingers, and kissed the corners of his mouth lightly.

"Um……"

Deng Shentong felt a little uncomfortable with his gentleness. He couldn't refuse and was forced to raise his head to accept Zhang Yi's kisses and licks.

However, what he didn't know was that while Zhang Yi was kissing his upper body gently and restrainedly, as if he had really changed his personality, the heat in his lower body was becoming more and more unbearable.

Zhang Yi kissed his cheek, then sucked and bit along his ears, the back of his neck, and his spine, leaving red and swollen marks on his snow-white skin.

The water flowed along the texture of the two men's skin. In this humid environment, the heat from the two men's entanglement made the temperature in the small space higher and higher. Deng Shentong seemed to have an illusion that he and Zhang Yi were gradually merging into one.

He was dazed by the kiss, his hands against the wall, his thin shoulders trembling constantly, enduring the shudder from the depths of his soul.

Zhang Yi watched Deng Shentong gradually let down his guard. The muscles on his back were no longer tense. The corners of his mouth curled up to reveal a pair of sharp canine teeth. His eyes were like a wolf that had captured the weakness of its prey.