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

With a turn of his eyes, Deng Shentong seemed to have thought of a way to deal with it.

Since Zhang Yi wants to play role-playing, let him shoot himself in the foot.

"Hiss," Deng Shentong pretended to hold his stomach and cried out in pain, breaking free from Zhang Yi's restless hands and retorting sharply:

"Yes, since I'm already pregnant, you should go back to your room and sleep, so as not to accidentally hurt my child."

Zhang Yi's eyes darkened. This man really refused to admit defeat, but this just aroused the desire for conquest among males.

He was already getting a little uncomfortable with his endurance, his breathing gradually became heavier, he grabbed Deng Shentong's wrist and clamped it behind his back, laughing softly, and said jokingly: "It's okay, the fetus is stable, just be careful and everything will be fine."

Deng Shentong frowned. This guy was really difficult to deal with. His desire to win was also aroused. He sneered and said sarcastically:

"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Zhang Yi, is this how you take care of your wife and children? Are you considered a man?"

Zhang Yi was scolded by him, but he felt very happy in his heart. An electric current exploded in his mind, making his scalp tingle.

He didn't expect that this guy was so into the role. His forbidden imagination was satisfied, which made his blood boil.

Zhang Yi calls himself a shameless rogue, and he can say anything when it comes to teasing Deng Shentong.

He pressed the soft flesh on Deng Shentong's flat belly neither too hard nor too lightly, as if there really was a fetus inside with his blood.

"I'm sorry, I'm a big believer in corporal punishment. This is prenatal education for the baby."

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck, and Deng Shentong's mind went blank.

“...Zhang Yi! You!” Now it was Deng Shentong’s turn to blush and he was unable to utter a word.

Whenever Mr. Deng, who was well-educated, felt that some of Zhang Yi's words and deeds had reached the extreme of shamelessness, the other party would use practical actions to tell him that there is no most shameless, only more shameless.

The reason for the limitation is not that Zhang Yi knows how to save face, but that Deng Shentong lacks imagination.

Each one of them accurately shattered Deng Shentong's three views. Zhang Yi felt that he even trembled slightly in his arms. It seemed that he was really ashamed.

How many times have they slept together? How can a man in his thirties still be so thin-skinned? He will suffer a loss.

Zhang Yi looked at Deng Shentong's reaction, whistled happily, untied his belt skillfully to release the teaching aids, and prepared to give him some "prenatal education".

Deng Shentong calmed down and prepared to fight back. He suddenly grabbed Zhang Yi's fingers that were hooked on his underwear and said, "Put them on before you come in."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize what Deng Shentong was talking about.

This cannot be blamed on him, because due to their gender, it is impossible for them to give birth to any little life, so they have never taken any protective measures before, and it is even a question whether they can find that thing.

Zhang Yi's face suddenly fell. He hugged Deng Shentong's waist in grievance and said with a whine: "I don't want to wear that kind of thing!"

He was used to close contact, so having him separated by a layer of rubber would affect his experience? It would be better to kill him.

Deng Shentong laughed secretly in his heart, but he put on a stern look, without any mercy, and issued the verdict in a fair and impartial manner:

"You have to follow the rules when playing house, Zhang Yi. It's no use acting like a spoiled child. I'll give you two choices. Either get out or take it with you."

“What if I say I don’t choose any of them?”

Zhang Yi's low voice sounded, with a hint of teasing and provocation.

His eyes were full of passion and desire, as if he wanted to devour the person in front of him. He suppressed Deng Shentong, making him unable to move, and he could only feel his strong desire.

Deng Shentong was used to his rogue style. He cursed him as a bastard and prepared to turn his head to avoid the depressing atmosphere.

However, before he could react, Zhang Yi had already moved to the back of his neck and gave him a firm kiss as if to mark his place.

A wet red mark was instantly sucked out on the snow-white skin, and the air between the two people became stagnant, like the calm before a storm, making people feel a tension that was about to explode.

Zhang Yi's body was trembling slightly and his breathing became rapid, as if he was trying hard to suppress the impulse in his heart.

Deng Shentong had completely untied his pajamas, which were half-undone and hung on his arm. His snow-white shoulders and neck shone with a warm luster like fine jade in the dark.

In the darkness, Zhang Yi's dark eyes even ignited a hungry green light, as if he was already salivating at the prey in front of him.

He is like a beast poised to pounce, ready to pounce on its prey but waiting for the perfect moment.

He lowered his voice and threatened: "Not only will I not choose, I will also put everything inside you, filling you up, making you really feel like you are pregnant."

Deng Shentong raised his eyebrows. He wanted to scold Zhang Yi for not doing the same thing, but he couldn't say it out of face. He could only grit his teeth and argue: "Can you be reasonable?"

"No."

Zhang Yi was no longer in the mood to act, so he answered crisply and clearly, then leaned close to Deng Shentong's ear again and blew gently.

What role playing? Screw it!

That was just an appetizer. He was now eager to completely possess this man who belonged to him and completely shatter his calmness and arrogance.

Deng Shentong's ears suddenly turned red, and a layer of tiny bumps appeared all over his body.

He bit his lip and gasped in unbearable pain. Zhang Yi clung to him, holding him with his arms to prevent him from escaping.

The temperature coming from the tall young man was so high that it seemed to burn him as well, until they merged into one...

"Ah... calm down..." Deng Shentong's voice trembled and he could hardly maintain a calm expression.

He was about to lose control of Zhang Yi's dog leash. The feeling of the situation being out of control made him panic and his body unconsciously tensed up.

However, this only made Zhang Yi more excited. Watching Deng Shentong feel ashamed, collapse, and even cry for mercy was simply the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Zhang Yi, stop..." Deng Tong's words were interrupted, replaced by a low groan. It turned out that Zhang Yi half-jokingly strangled his slender neck.

Having one's lifeline pinched was a very offensive thing. His whole body and mind seemed to be held in the hands of someone else. However, in this situation, another indescribable feeling welled up in him.

The five fingers gradually closed together, and the flesh on the neck was pinched concavely. The slight feeling of suffocation and the heat on the body overlapped layer by layer. Deng Shentong's pupils suddenly shrank and he forgot to struggle for a moment.

At this time, Zhang Yi was completely immersed in it. The desire in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he even had an urge to strangle the person to death.

Deng Shentong is so clean and beautiful. People always feel reluctant to destroy beautiful things, but for extreme people, it can arouse their desire for sadism.

Just when Deng Shentong was almost out of breath, Zhang Yi let go of his hand.

He did not forget that he must not hurt his lover. It seemed that there was an invisible collar restraining the animal nature in his heart, and the leash was in Deng Shentong's hands.

Deng Shentong was breathing rapidly, his face was abnormally flushed, his hands and feet were a little weak due to lack of oxygen, and he was temporarily unable to use any strength.

Zhang Yi didn't pinch very hard, but Deng Shentong's skin was too white, and the finger marks on it looked particularly miserable.

He was already used to Zhang Yi's somewhat rough behavior in this regard, so he did not blame him for anything at the first time. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and gently comforted the abuser:

"Ahem...don't be impatient..."

Looking at the obedience and tolerance of the person in front of him, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, but it was soon overwhelmed by the uncontrollable restlessness.

"Give it to me, Deng Shentong. I love you, I really love you..."

He turned over and pressed Deng Shentong under him. He bit the man's soft lips and inserted his fingers into his soft silver hair to prevent him from escaping.

Deng Shentong panted slightly, and the coldness in his eyes shattered. Perhaps it was because of this sudden and passionate confession that he was at a loss, he put his arms around Zhang Yi's neck and responded to his kiss in a rare move.

The two bodies gradually got closer and closer, and their breath became hotter and hotter.

Zhang Yi's hands began to wander over Deng Shentong's body, caressing his skin and feeling his warmth.

Just when Deng Shentong was also being carried away by the emotions, Zhang Yi suddenly chuckled triumphantly: "Don't worry, I won't hit the child."

"...Zhang Yi, are you sick?"

Deng Shentong could no longer bear it and slapped the shameless man in the face.