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

Deng Shentong's face suddenly turned red. He glared at Zhang Yi and said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Stop talking nonsense. You are becoming more and more presumptuous."

Zhang Yi just smiled even more brightly, and he seemed to enjoy Deng Shentong's reaction.

"I'm telling you the truth, right? You look good in anything."

He restlessly patted Deng Shentong's round buttocks, smiled evilly and whispered, "How about it? Wear it for me to see?"

Deng Shentong gently pushed Zhang Yi, trying to break free from his legs, but Zhang Yi was obviously stronger and he just held Deng Shentong tighter.

"Stop it. You should know the situation." Deng Shentong tried to change the subject. He knew that once Zhang Yi started, it would be difficult for him to stop.

The sound of washing dishes came from the kitchen. Yang Siya and Zhou Haimei were busy inside. It would probably not take long to prepare a table of dishes.

Separated by a door, Zhang Yi openly hugged him and made moves on the sofa. Although the frosted glass blocked his view, Deng Shentong's whole body was still burning with shame.

However, Zhang Yi still seemed unconcerned, and even reached his other hand into Deng Shentong's clothes, pinching the soft flesh on his waist lightly.

This used to be Zhang Yi's residence, so it was understandable that he was being casual. But Deng Shentong was an outsider, and he felt dizzy just thinking about the scene of being discovered by others.

He grabbed the collar on Zhang Yi's neck, raised his handsome eyebrows, and said angrily, "Am I too pampering you? Let go!"

Seeing that the cat was getting angry, Zhang Yi reluctantly let go of his hand and let Deng Shentong stand up.

"Okay, okay, let's talk business first."

But there was still a hint of teasing in his eyes, and before letting go, he took the opportunity to pinch Deng Shentong's butt, which felt very good.

The sound of turning off the fire was heard in the kitchen. Deng Shentong's mind was in a mess and he hurriedly tidied up his messed up clothes. He didn't have time to scold Zhang Yi for his little action.

By the time Yang Siya came out with the plate, he had already put his long silver hair behind his head and returned to his usual cool and calm self.

Yang Siya subconsciously glanced at the sofa and felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She could only greet

"Mr. Deng, the meal is ready. You can sit down and eat."

After saying that, she turned back and brought over the other dishes.

Zhang Yi walked to the dining table first. He pulled out a chair for Deng Shentong, looked at him with a smile, and whispered, "Come and try Siya's cooking. You will probably like it."

Once when he was still Chaos, he tried to invite Deng Shentong to have dinner in the shelter, but unfortunately Deng Shentong did not agree and left directly.

Deng Shentong nodded slightly and sat down next to Zhang Yi.

Yang Siya and Zhou Haimei brought the food to the table one after another, and others also crowded out. The ten people sat together and began to enjoy dinner.

Zhang Yi's house in Yuelu Community is not very big, and with so many people it seems a bit crowded for a moment, but in the frozen apocalypse, it is rare to see such a lively scene.

Zhang Yi kept picking up food for Deng Shentong, as if he was trying to please him eagerly.

His gaze never left Deng Shentong. His smiling eyes seemed like a poisonous snake locking onto its prey, entwining the target without stopping for a moment.

Deng Shentong felt uncomfortable when he felt Zhang Yi's gaze. He lowered his head to eat, trying to stay calm.

I don’t know what wrong medicine Zhang Yi took.

The other people obviously also discovered that the relationship between the two was somewhat unusual. After a quick glance, they dared not look again, but gave Deng Shentong a little face.

After dinner, Deng Shentong had no reason to stay any longer. Besides, this small house really didn't have enough space for him and Zhang Yi to stay overnight, so the two of them said goodbye and left, and would meet up with everyone in the shelter tomorrow morning to go to Shengjing.

It was getting late, and Zhang Yi took the opportunity to suggest going to the shelter in Yunque Manor to spend the night.

Deng Shentong couldn't resist his nagging and finally agreed.

The two of them traveled to the former gate of the Yunque Manor community, which had been buried by a blizzard, and the remaining buildings had been destroyed beyond recognition in repeated wars.

After eating and drinking, it is a good time to take a walk to digest the food.

Along the way, we saw that the once most luxurious wealthy area in Tianhai City is now in ruins, which makes people feel sad involuntarily.

The night was dark, and the surrounding area had become a dead city. However, across the Lu River, one could actually see tiny lights, like a trace of human presence in the ghostly land.

Are there still people alive in Fatty Xu’s hometown - Xujia Village?

Zhang Yi glanced over there, amazed at the completeness of human vitality, but he didn't care what happened.

Arriving at the shelter, Zhang Yi opened the door and the two walked in.

Although no one has lived there for a while, it is still luxurious and the environment is relatively clean.

Zhang Yi was busy cleaning up and making the bed, while Deng Shentong stood quietly in front of the window, staring at the snow scene outside.

After Zhang Yi hurriedly packed up everything, he was about to call Deng Shentong to tell him that he could take a shower and wash up.

But when his eyes fell on the scene in front of the window, an indescribable feeling surged in his heart, causing him to involuntarily take back his steps.

The silver-haired man stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, like a silent and noble sculpture.

His tall and slender figure seemed exceptionally thin.

Through the window, you can see that the outside world has been shrouded in the bright moonlight. White snowflakes are fluttering down, covering the ground, forming a beautiful scene covered in silver.

The scene before Zhang Yi was like a carefully painted painting.

However, he felt a hint of sadness from Deng Shentong's lonely back.

Deng Shentong just stared out the window silently, without moving, as if he was completely immersed in his own thoughts.

His figure gradually overlapped with certain scenes from his past memories, reminding Zhang Yi of the time when Deng Shentong was imprisoned in the shelter.

At that time, Deng Shentong was also quietly looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, like a bird without wings, trapped in a cage, his heart filled with endless desire for the free sky.

How could he forget it?

For Deng Shentong, this place does not have any good memories, only endless violations and humiliations.

Time may be able to heal the pain, but there are always some memories that are engraved in the soul and are not so easy to forget.

In silence, Zhang Yi walked to Deng Shentong, gently put his arms around his shoulders, and held him in his arms.

The man's scorching heat touched his back, and Deng Shentong's body shook, but he did not refuse.

"Don't think about it, it's all over. It's all my fault. You can hit me or scold me, as long as you feel better." Zhang Yi said in a low voice.

Deng Shentong patted the back of Zhang Yi's hand to comfort him, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"I'm fine, just feeling a little touched," he sighed, looking slightly more relaxed.

He wasn't that fragile.

Moreover, since he had dared to go to the meeting alone, he must have naturally prepared himself mentally.

Zhang Yi hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to merge him into his body.

"I'm sorry. Deng Shentong, I'm sorry to you." Zhang Yi repeated softly in his ear.

Deng Shentong nodded slightly with a faint smile on his face.

"Isn't it too late for you to repent now?"

Zhang Yi approached like a dog, licking and biting the white flesh on the back of Deng Shentong's neck affectionately, and said vaguely: "That's because you are too soft-hearted."

Deng Shentong turned his head away, avoiding Zhang Yi's kiss, "Stop making trouble, go take a shower first."

Zhang Yi suddenly remembered something at this moment, his breathing became rapid, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

He began to caress Deng Shentong's body restlessly with his hands, and murmured, "Maybe... we can create new memories."