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

Deng Shentong was a little confused by Zhang Yi's remarks about whether she was a mistress or not.

He patted Zhang Yi's back gently, wanting to laugh at how such a childish scene could happen between two grown men. At the same time, he seemed to understand something from Zhang Yi's collapse.

To be honest, he didn't consider this aspect.

His marriage to Zhu Yunque was indeed in name only; they didn't even have a marriage certificate. There was only that grand, fake wedding, which seemed to be a formal confirmation of the contract.

Although there are no extra resources to set up a so-called Civil Affairs Bureau in the end times.

People are lucky to be able to take care of themselves and survive, and they don’t have the energy to get married and have children.

The so-called husband and wife are nothing more than a man and a woman living together following their mating instinct.

However, Zhang Yi’s thinking is obviously different.

He can be considered an outsider in this time and space, and all connections are based on Deng Shentong.

Although homosexuality has gradually been accepted by the world by the middle of the 21st century, it still faces many troublesome problems.

However, the gap in their status would make Lord Chaos, who was used to being high and mighty, feel uneasy, embarrassed, and even frightened.

This fear would deepen whenever he saw Zhu Yunque being openly called Madam, while he could only stay away from others and get close to Deng Shentong as a servant.

Turn into jealousy and anxiety, and live in constant fear in the unknown shadows.

The bottom line is that Zhang Yi only has Deng Shentong to rely on in this world, but he cannot find any proof of this reliance that can make him feel at ease.

Deng Shentong did not promise anything, but just responded to his request and showed a giving attitude to respond to this feeling.

Zhang Yi has always appeared greedy and eager in intimate relationships, and one could even say he was unsatisfied. In fact, this is also a manifestation of his inner anxiety.

When Deng Shentong and Zhu Yunque's behavior touched his inner warning line, he subconsciously pulled Deng Shentong's clothes, wanting to prove something in this way.

Perhaps only during the passionate moments in bed could he feel that Deng Shentong was completely under his control, allowing him to experience the satisfaction of a male animal conquering his female animal.

He has been the one who can dominate everything for too long.

It has been so long that it has become difficult to adapt to this kind of life where I have to leave everything to another person and can only beg for charity from the other person.

Zhang Yi was still crying.

Most of the time he is a silent, cold-blooded man who watches everything with a beast-like gaze.

So when he cried, he was also very quiet, just shedding tears silently, like a drizzle falling on a silent mountain in the night.

Deng Shentong hugged him dutifully. Although he looked very embarrassed because he had just torn his expensive shirt into pieces, he remained calm.

His arms were long and soft, wrapping around the broad back of a young man who was much taller than him, like a kind elder.

In fact, there is not much age difference between them, but perhaps because of his family education, Deng Shentong always has a very good temper and appears very mature emotionally.

Zhang Yi smelled the fragrance so close to him. The fragrance accompanied him day and night, making him feel at ease.

But his tears fell even more violently.

He was not blaming Deng Shentong.

To be fair, Deng Shentong is already a very qualified lover considering his identity.

She is proud and beautiful, but very gentle at heart. She is also humorous and witty, without the rigidity and boredom of older people.

But this comparison made him feel even uglier, like a stray dog ​​in a damp alley without sunlight, salivating at the food in the hands of a passing noble lady.

Not only did the other party not kick him away, but it was willing to bend down and hug him, allowing the dirt on the wild dog's body to stain its expensive fur.

Zhang Yi felt ashamed of his greed.

He had clearly promised Deng Shentong that he didn't care about his so-called identity, but he still couldn't control his jealousy.

Of course, he understood that what Deng Shentong wanted to do would never be influenced by these romantic feelings, and being with Zhang Yi was already the biggest concession he had made.

He always wants too much and is willing to give too little. Once he has something, he will desire more and more and is unwilling to share even a little bit with others.

Zhang Yi was crying. He was suffering from the pain of being such a person and standing next to Deng Shentong.

The better Deng Shentong treated him, the stronger his feeling of unworthiness became.

Just like a lowly commoner girl, she always worries whether she is worthy of a noble and gentlemanly prince, and subconsciously regards everyone as an imaginary enemy.

Over time, even the slightest suspicion could cause him to completely lose control and explode.

"Alright, alright... Look at you, a grown man crying like this and you're not ashamed."

Deng Shentong's gentle voice rang in his ears, and his warm breath made the temperature of the entire space rise slightly.

"Don't be angry anymore, okay? I will definitely do what I promised you."

Deng Shentong patiently coaxed his mentally ill lover, gently pulled his hand and placed it on the side of his face, and his clear eyes under his thick black eyelashes looked particularly gentle.

"Believe me, Zhang Yi. Even if you don't believe in yourself, you have to believe in me."

This sentence is very overbearing, like the bright sunshine forcibly shining into the dark corners, driving away the growing mold, leaving only its own light and heat in the whole world.

Deng Shentong indeed has this kind of personality.

Zhang Yi, who was used to living in the dark, felt blinded every time he was illuminated by the sun, but he was completely melted in the sunlight.

He wanted to monopolize this sunshine and did not want it to spread its light to others. However, the sun was hanging in the sky and could not fall into the quagmire with him.

Zhang Yi couldn't resist the temptation and looked up at Deng Shentong. His eyes, as white as frost and snow, were like a mirror, in which he could clearly see his reflection.

Fortunately, it wasn’t that embarrassing or terrible, it just looked a little ridiculous.

How can a grown man be so weak?

He reached out to wipe away his tears, but Deng Shentong simply tore off a piece of his shirt, which had been torn to the point of being unwearable, and handed it to him.

"...Thank you." Zhang Yi heard his own voice was almost inaudible. He thought about what he had just done out of control, and his face turned red with guilt.

"fine."

Deng Shentong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that he gradually calmed down, and he pounded his waist and straightened up.

He thought to himself that he had finally escaped.