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

Zhang Yi immediately realized that he was being teased by this handsome man again, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

Deng Shentong could always easily irritate him, making his so-called calmness and self-composure vulnerable.

Zhang Yi's breathing became rapid. He stood up suddenly and wrapped his strong arms tightly around Deng Shentong's slender waist.

The flames of sadistic desire burned in his beast-like eyes. He leaned close to Deng Shentong's ear and said in a hoarse voice: "That is not up to you."

Deng Shentong's body stiffened instantly, as if he had never expected Zhang Yi to do such a thing.

But soon, after he reacted, he did not show the slightest panic. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

"Do you dare?" Deng Shentong said softly, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, and his arms held Deng Shentong tighter like iron clamps, as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

The breath of the two people suddenly intertwined with each other, like spider webs and insects on a wet rainy day. While struggling desperately, they actually gave rise to a lingering meaning.

Zhang Yi's lips were close to Deng Shentong's earlobe, and the hot breath he exhaled made Deng Shentong feel itchy, and soon a thin layer of pink appeared on his delicate and fair skin.

"What am I afraid of..." Zhang Yi said in a low voice, with a hint of mischief in his voice. However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Deng Shentong.

"Get out of here!" Deng Shentong shouted, panting, trying to push Zhang Yi away. But he was not as strong as Zhang Yi and could not break free from his restraints.

At this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly grabbed Deng Shentong's silver hair, pulled him closer, and then kissed Deng Shentong's lips fiercely.

The kiss was fierce, without any tenderness, only full of possessiveness and aggression.

Deng Shentong struggled for a while, but then gave up resistance and let Zhang Yi ravage his mouth.

Gradually, Deng Shentong began to respond to Zhang Yi's kiss, and his hands tightly climbed up Zhang Yi's back. Their lips and tongues intertwined, exploring each other's mouths, releasing endless desire.

The atmosphere in the room became ambiguous and full of lust.

Their breathing became more and more rapid, and their heartbeats became more and more violent, as if they had forgotten that this was still the living room and that there were other people coming and going.

Zhang Yi's hand slid from Deng Shentong's thin back to his waist. His fingers kneaded his slender waist lightly through a thin layer of shirt, feeling his body temperature and softness.

Deng Shentong was trembling slightly. He was still subconsciously panicking about this involuntary touch, but a different feeling arose in his heart.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, breaking the beauty of the room. Zhang Yi stopped, a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

I guess it was the maid who came to clean the living room.

Deng Shentong was kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe and his face turned red. He wanted to take the opportunity to push him away, but Zhang Yi still held his arm tightly, with no intention of letting go.

He stared at Zhang Yi in a panic, his eyes showing a hint of anger, and whispered, "Let go! Do you want to be seen?"

Zhang Yi glanced at the door. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but he was not panicked at all. Instead, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "No."

Even until the footsteps stopped in front of the door, Zhang Yi still did not let go, as if he didn't hear them.

Deng Shentong's face became even redder and the anger in his eyes became even stronger.

He glared at Zhang Yi with gritted teeth, and lowered his voice: "What on earth do you want to do? I told you to let me go!"

However, Zhang Yi did not answer him, but just raised the corners of his mouth in a provocative smile.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and the maid asked softly if the house needed cleaning.

Deng Shentong's heart was in his throat and he looked at Zhang Yi nervously, fearing that he would do something shocking.

But Zhang Yi was not in a hurry and said to the door, "Wait a moment."

Then, he turned his head calmly and stared into Deng Shentong's eyes, as if admiring his panic-stricken look.

Deng Shentong's face turned redder and he felt ashamed and angry, but he didn't dare to make any loud noise. He could only glare at Zhang Yi, hoping that he would let go of his hand quickly.

"Zhang Yi? Did you hear me? I order you to let go!"

Although they did not deliberately conceal their affair and it had long been circulated in the Deng family, there was still a difference between this and showing it openly to others, and Master Deng still couldn't let go of his face.

The maid was getting impatient waiting at the door, and she shouted at the top of her voice: "Master? Master, what's wrong with you?"

Deng Shentong was just about to use all his strength to break free from Zhang Yi's grip, but he suddenly felt a tightness around his waist, and then his whole body was spinning dizzy, and he was carried on Zhang Yi's shoulders.

"you!"

Deng Shentong was startled and immediately kicked his calves to struggle. However, Zhang Yi's free palm mercilessly slapped his forced raised buttocks hard, making a crisp sound.

"Snapped!"

This sudden humiliation made Deng Shentong's ears turn red instantly, his whole body stiffened, his mind went blank, and he even forgot to continue struggling.

Zhang Yi smiled triumphantly, feeling the elastic and plump touch under his palm, the desire in his heart became even more uncontrollable.

While Deng Shentong was distracted, he had already carried the man into the bedroom and closed and locked the door in one go.

Then he threw the man onto the soft bed and leaned over him.

Zhang Yi's gaze wandered freely over Deng Shentong's body, then moved all the way down, finally stopping on that pair of slender legs.

"It's still early... try it?" he said in a hoarse voice, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

Deng Shentong could not more clearly feel the desire in Zhang Yi's words. Although his eyes remained indifferent, his cheeks couldn't help but flush with a beautiful blush.

He bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself calm.

Seeing that things were about to go beyond his control, his heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

And in the daytime... this is ridiculous.

However, no matter how absurd the things were, they had done them before, although it was not his original intention at that time.

But now, every time Zhang Yi took away the initiative, he would actually feel a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.

"There are still people outside, don't mess around..." He remained calm, but his cold voice was trembling slightly, as if he was struggling with himself.

However, Zhang Yi seemed not to hear his words. His hand began to slowly stroke Deng Shentong's thigh with moderate force, as if he was playing with a precious work of art.

"so what."

Zhang Yi said softly, then leaned over and pressed down Deng Shentong's hands forcefully, and pulled off the straps of his waist belt.

The maid, who was completely unaware of the situation, stood at the door with cleaning tools in her hand and waited for a long time, but Deng Shentong did not call her in, and she became depressed.

"What is the master doing... Forget it, let's go somewhere else."

But when she left the courtyard, she faintly heard an indescribable sound.

"Strange... In this freezing weather, how can a cat still be calling for sex?"