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

Inside the cave of Xingdao, Deng Shentong leaned lazily against the head of the bed with his eyes closed. His complexion showed the paleness of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness, and he looked as beautiful as porcelain yet fragile.

His beautiful silver hair fell on his shoulders, and even in this simple environment, it seemed to have been carefully combed, and every strand of hair revealed the delicacy and elegance of its owner.

His silver hair gleamed softly in the dim light, contrasting sharply with his pale skin, adding a touch of mystery and nobility.

Although his physical condition was not ideal, his demeanor remained noble and calm.

It seemed that no matter what environment he was in, he could maintain his inner peace and dignity.

With the dim light coming through the cave entrance, one could just about make out a tall figure standing there.

His posture was upright, like an unshakable mountain, giving people a strong sense of security. He was holding a broad and sharp sword, reflecting the weak light and exuding a cold aura.

His face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his true expression, but this did not prevent him from exuding a silent and solemn majesty.

He was like a taciturn guard, silently guarding every corner of the cave to ensure that no danger could approach.

"Didi"

The sound from the communicator seemed particularly abrupt in the silent cave.

Zhang Yi quickly picked up the communicator and slid his finger lightly across the screen. The light from the screen shone on his face, illuminating his face that was originally hidden in the shadows.

There was a flicker of relief in his eyes.

Hearing a rustling sound behind him, he immediately turned around to look alertly.

Deng Shentong seemed to have noticed the movement on his side and was struggling to stand up from the bed.

However, although he was out of danger, his body was still very weak. When he stepped on the ground, it was as soft and powerless as if he was stepping on cotton, and he fell forward involuntarily.

Deng Shentong closed his eyes subconsciously, he was ready to fall to the ground.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a pair of strong arms caught him steadily, and he threw himself into the man's warm and solid arms.

He slowly opened his eyes, and was greeted by Zhang Yi's concerned eyes. Zhang Yi held him tightly, making sure he wouldn't fall again.

"Be careful, don't force it."

The distance was too close, and the warm breath exhaled by Zhang Yi hit Deng Shentong's ears directly, causing a blush to quickly rise at the base of his ears.

In this small space, the temperature and breath of the two people intertwined.

They are so familiar with each other that every tiny movement and every eye contact can quickly convey each other's intentions and emotions.

They are used to enjoying this subtle synchronization.

However, the current situation seems to have gone beyond previous limits.

Zhang Yi's strong arms held him tightly, as if he was embracing a fragile treasure that he couldn't let go of.

He was forced to cling tightly to Zhang Yi's solid chest, feeling the man's heartbeat like a drum.

Deng Shentong felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the air seemed to be taken away by someone and became gradually thinner.

He subconsciously reached out to push Zhang Yi away, frowned, and whispered, "Let me go, Zhang Yi."

However, what responded to him was an even stronger hug. If it weren't for his weak body, it felt like Zhang Yi would have almost broken his waist.

Zhang Yi's arms were like an iron hoop, locking him tightly, as if wanting to merge him into his body and make him an inseparable part.

"Don't let it go."

As if Zhang Yi was deliberately going against him, he whispered in his ear, "I won't let you go again."

Zhang Yi's voice was low and firm, and his breath blew gently beside Deng Shentong's ears, carrying an unquestionable determination.

It was as if a string in Deng Shentong's brain suddenly broke.

The possessiveness in Zhang Yi's tone was so strong that it was almost suffocating. Even if he was dull, he could still feel the special emotion that was about to burst out.

He felt the blood rushing through his body, straight to his brain, and he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

What's more, he himself is not innocent in this relationship.

Regardless of whether they are simply superiors and subordinates or close friends, the relationship between them can no longer be summarized in one or two simple words.

It was a complex emotion that was hidden and tacitly understood, intertwined between them, yet maintaining a perfect balance.

This balance makes their relationship both stable and flexible, like a taut string that can withstand pressure yet produce pleasant chords at the right time.

It seems that as long as no one pierces the veil between them, this relationship will last until the end of their lives.

However, Zhang Yi now seems to be trying to break this boundary.

The possessiveness revealed in his actions and words was like an irresistible force, trying to push the balance between the two into a bottomless abyss.

Deng Shentong felt the pressure of this force, and his heart began to waver, as if he was a person who had been running away, but was suddenly held down by a pair of hands, forcing him to look directly into the abyss.

There was a hint of confusion and worry in his eyes. The depth of the abyss made him feel uneasy, but it also aroused a certain desire deep in his heart.

Zhang Yi's possessiveness made him realize that they could no longer avoid their relationship.

Deng Shentong took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He reached out and patted Zhang Yi's back gently, saying softly, "I understand. I won't leave."

Zhang Yi buried his head in the top of Deng Shentong's head, greedily sniffing the unique fragrance on his body.

It was a peaceful and noble floral scent that made him feel an indescribable sense of security and satisfaction. His movements were gentle and slow, as if he was savoring something that was his own.

A sharp light like a wild beast flashed in his deep eyes.

"You promised me this, Captain."

His voice was full of unquestionable firmness, and also sounded like a dangerous warning.

Deng Shentong patted Zhang Yi's back gently, as if he was calming down an agitated wolfhound, and smiled slightly.

A complex light flashed in his eyes, then disappeared in an instant.

"Yes, I promise."