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

Deng Shentong secretly groaned in his heart, the current situation made him feel a little bad.

He frowned and tried to pry open Zhang Yi's fingers that were as hard as steel, but all efforts seemed in vain.

"Okay, okay, if you have anything to say, please let me go and talk, okay?"

Deng Shentong said breathlessly, with beads of sweat already oozing out of his forehead.

However, Zhang Yi remained unmoved and responded with just one cold word: "No."

His arms were like a pair of ruthless iron clamps, tightly wrapping around Deng Shentong's waist, as if trying to embed him into his body.

His strong body pressed Deng Shentong so hard that he could hardly breathe. His chest felt like it was being pressed down by a heavy rock, making him feel extremely stuffy.

Deng Shentong thought he was still in a bad mood, so he rubbed Zhang Yi's head with his hands behind his back to comfort him: "Be good."

However, Zhang Yi still showed no signs of loosening up. Instead, he hugged her even tighter. His determination made people feel cold.

If he could see Zhang Yi's expression behind him at this moment, he would probably not talk to him calmly, but would just use all his strength to escape.

Behind him, Zhang Yi's dark pupils flashed with a terrifying light like a venomous snake, and a cold aura spread.

"Deng Shentong...you promised not to leave me. But why don't you keep your word? Then I can only fight for it myself."

Deng Shentong noticed that Zhang Yi's condition was becoming increasingly abnormal, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!" What's wrong with this guy again?

He began to struggle, trying to break free from the tight restraints.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi sneered, and with a strong pull of his arm, he tore off Deng Shentong's entire shirt.

Deng Shentong's smooth and white back was instantly exposed to the air, and he felt a hint of coolness.

He was shocked and his face turned a little embarrassed and annoyed. This was in the billiard room!

"What are you doing? Get out of here!"

Deng Shentong subconsciously tightened his belt, his whole body resisting what might happen next.

Zhang Yi did not answer. His eyes were crazy and fiery. He buried his head in the back of Deng Shentong's neck and began to nibble gently.

Deng Shentong only felt a burst of tiny pains, and the back of his neck was wet and sticky, making him feel uncomfortable.

He struggled desperately, but Zhang Yi's strength was too great and he couldn't escape at all.

"Let me go...be obedient and let's talk." Deng Shentong was already feeling a little annoyed, but he still patiently coaxed this mad dog that was in heat everywhere.

At this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly stopped moving, raised his head, his eyes regained some clarity, and the strength on his hands loosened a little.

He whispered, "What are you talking about? Tell me yourself."

Deng Shentong knew exactly what Zhang Yi was thinking. Seeing that the other party could still listen to him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"There's really nothing going on between Zhu Yunque and me. She just wanted to test me and I was teasing her."

"I don't believe it." Zhang Yi's voice was a little stubborn, with his long bangs hanging down like a child who was sulking.

Deng Shentong sighed, "Really? Can you please stop making trouble?"

"Are you getting impatient so soon?! Have you been wanting to kick me away for a long time? What am I to you?"

Without any warning, Zhang Yi suddenly lost control of his emotions and yelled loudly.

"Zhang Yi, are you sick?" Deng Shentong couldn't bear it anymore and took the opportunity to push Zhang Yi away.

Zhang Yi staggered a few steps, stood firm, and stared at Deng Shentong.

Deng Shentong then noticed that Zhang Yi's condition seemed not very good. His eyes became empty and cruel, and his originally calm face was distorted by anger and jealousy.

"Zhang Yi...what's wrong with you?" Deng Shentong was stunned for a moment and asked softly.

"What's wrong with me...?" Zhang Yi responded while standing in place, as if he was asking himself, but also as if he was asking Deng Shentong a question.

Suddenly, he looked closely in the direction of Deng Shentong and laughed inexplicably: "Hahahaha...you ask me what's wrong!"

Deng Shentong's heart sank. It was not like he had never encountered this situation before. Zhang Yi seemed to have difficulty controlling his emotions and behavior at certain moments.

However, this situation has not happened again since they have been together. He thought that once Zhang Yi had satisfied his obsession, everything would be fine naturally.

Now it seems that things are probably not that simple. This seems to have developed into some kind of mental illness, which will get out of control once the opportunity arises.

There is no humanity in the end times. Everyone has some psychological distortion to some extent, not to mention that Zhang Yi has more memories than ordinary people.

Deng Shentong always felt that Zhang Yi had been doing things in an extreme way since he was still a chaotic person.

He initially thought that Zhang Yi's attitude of not trusting anyone was due to his cold-blooded character, but now it seems that it is probably a self-protection mechanism.

In this situation, no matter what others say, Zhang Yi probably won't listen, and will only fall deeper and deeper into the imaginary dark side of his heart.

Deng Shentong looked Zhang Yi up and down, and tried to calm him down with kind words, but Zhang Yi was like an enraged beast and didn't listen to him at all.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi pounced on Deng Shentong, pinned him down on the table again, and tore his clothes madly, with fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

He was still muttering like a madman: "Only then will you belong to me... You are mine!"

Deng Shentong really didn't want to be intimate with him under such circumstances. Zhang Yi was already rude enough and had lost his mind. This was simply a one-sided abuse.

He tried to resist, but Zhang Yi was so strong that he seemed to have no choice at all.

At this moment, Zhang Yi boldly reached his hand into Deng Shentong's waistband and rubbed it. He suddenly trembled all over and recalled some not-so-pleasant memories.

Without hesitation, he slapped him with his backhand. The crisp sound made the air vibrate.

Zhang Yi felt pain and five bright red fingerprints instantly appeared on his face. Deng Shentong took the opportunity to break free from his restraints and stood up holding on to his torn clothes.

Deng Shentong was breathing heavily, looking at Zhang Yi in front of him, feeling helpless and distressed.

He knew that Zhang Yi was in an abnormal state, but he didn't know how to help him... He couldn't just let him do whatever he wanted in the billiard room, right?

He slapped Zhang Yi with great force, and he turned his head away and subconsciously covered his cheek.

His neck seemed to be rusty, and he slowly turned his head, his eyes still fixed on Deng Shentong, like a ferocious beast locking onto its prey.

The hairs on Deng Shentong's back stood up. He prepared for battle and retreated to an open area, ready to respond to the furious Zhang Yi at any time.

However, to his surprise, Zhang Yi actually covered his face and lowered his head without any other movement.

After a moment, when he looked up at Deng Shentong, his eyes were already red and wet, looking so pitiful.

Zhang Yi's eyes revealed a trace of fragility and pleading like a stray dog. He said in a trembling voice: "Why... Don't you know how jealous I am of her? Why can she marry you openly? Why can I only be a thief?!"

After saying that, he collapsed on the ground weakly, tears sliding down his cheeks, wetting his collar.

When Deng Shentong saw Zhang Yi's appearance, he couldn't help but feel pity for him.

He walked closer to Zhang Yi, squatted down gently, and tried to comfort him.

"Zhang Yi, calm down. There's really nothing going on between her and me. You know we don't live in..." Before Deng Shenhua could finish his conversation, he was interrupted by Zhang Yi.

"I can't calm down! Do you know how painful it is for me? Every time I see someone calling her Madam, my heart feels like it's being torn apart!" Zhang Yi hissed.

Deng Shentong was silent for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "I know how you feel, but didn't we agree on this? Just bear with it for a while."

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked at Deng Shentong, a trace of confusion on his face, and choked up: "But why, why did she call me a mistress?"

"How can she say that? I'm not a mistress!" Zhang Yi became more and more agitated, and his body was shaking slightly with anger and pain.

Deng Shentong held his forehead helplessly. If it had nothing to do with him, he should find it funny, but now that he was involved, he just felt it was tricky.

Zhang Yi is a person who lacks a sense of security to begin with. His possessiveness will only grow stronger as time goes by. In this situation, the slightest provocation will lead to him getting out of control.

He didn't say it before, probably because he was hiding it for fear of making Deng Shentong unhappy.

Now that the emotions have accumulated to a point beyond the control of reason, they took this opportunity to burst out all at once.

What else can I do?

Deng Shentong could only bend down, not even bothering to pull up his clothes, and tried his best to hug the tall young man.

The heartbeats gradually synchronized as the chests pressed against each other, and Zhang Yi's emotions seemed to stabilize a little.

He stroked the hair on the back of Zhang Yi's head as if coaxing a child, and said softly: "Okay, okay... You are not a mistress, you are not a mistress..."

After Deng Shentong finished speaking, he felt it was difficult to hold back his laughter.