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

Zhang Yi didn't expect that Deng Shentong would be able to resolve his attack so quickly and take the initiative.

Deng Shentong pulled the rope, his eyes staring at him.

The pair of slender eyebrows were raised high, appearing arrogant and frivolous, but there was a hint of kingly contempt in his eyes.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but hold his breath.

Deng Shentong is like a beautiful and arrogant white cat. The more he is like this, the more people want to grab his high-raised tail and conquer him.

It was so close that Zhang Yi could almost see his own reflection in his eyes.

He thought that he really looked like a hungry beast that saw its prey.

Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Deng Shentong's waist, forcing the two tall male bodies to stick tightly together.

Zhang Yi felt the slight tremor coming from the thin waist under his palm, and he raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and chuckled.

His eyes were dark, reflecting a hint of green light.

Zhang Yi ran one hand through Deng Shentong's long hair, pulling it gently with deep meaning, and then suddenly leaned in close to whisper in his ear: "If you want a dog to be obedient, you have to feed it first, don't you think?"

The hair by Deng Shentong's ears was blown up by the warm airflow. His eyes flickered and he looked surprised, as if he couldn't react.

Just when Zhang Yi thought he was scared, he heard Deng Shentong laugh contemptuously.

Zhang Yi had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Then he felt dizzy and was pressed face down on the sofa by a sudden burst of force.

Deng Shentong put one hand on the back of his neck, stretched out his long legs, and sat astride Zhang Yi's back, using his own weight to prevent him from struggling.

As a battle-hardened captain of the investigation team, Deng Shentong is a natural at close combat.

Even if the opponent is much taller than you, you can still use your cleverness to suppress him.

He casually lifted his scattered long hair to the back of his neck, a cynical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was arrogance in his eyes.

"If you're acting, you have to do it in full, right? You already said it's a punishment."

He pulled the leash in his hand meaningfully, and said jokingly with a triumphant attitude: "Who allowed you to talk to your master like that? A naughty dog ​​will not get any food."

Zhang Yi was caught off guard by Deng Shentong. He was blinded by her beauty and almost forgot that as the captain, he was not someone who could be manipulated by anyone.

He is a beautiful but dangerous rose with thorns.

Deng Shentong's movements were smooth and fluid, and his grappling techniques were very standard. Even the martial arts coach couldn't help but praise him.

But in this situation, it seems to have a different meaning.

Zhang Yi felt the weight and elastic touch on his back, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

His eyes darkened, he chuckled, and whispered, "I know I was wrong, Master."

When Deng Shentong heard Zhang Yi's words, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

His expression revealed a kind of superior confidence and control, as if he was the absolute master of this game.

He knew that his plan had succeeded, and Zhang Yi seemed to have completely entered into the role he had set.

Deng Shentong smiled slightly, pulled the rope hard, and said, "Since you know you are wrong, then just listen and don't make me repeat it again.

Zhang Yi felt the force coming from the rope and his body tensed slightly, but he quickly relaxed and accepted the role.

Zhang Yi chuckled twice and said, "Haha, okay, can you let me go now..."

His tone was flattering, but in the corner where Deng Shentong couldn't see, there was a sinister flash in his eyes.

"Owner?"

He put the two words between his lips and teeth and savored them carefully, as if he had tasted something in them, and then swallowed them reluctantly.

Deng Shentong's self-esteem was greatly satisfied when he heard Zhang Yi's words.

Men all like to conquer powerful opponents and watch them bow down to them, not to mention that Zhang Yi was once an existence that was beyond his reach.

He smiled slightly, loosened the rope in his hand, patted Zhang Yi's cheek and said, "Since you are so obedient, I will show mercy and let you go."

However, he relaxed too early. Just as he released the strength in his hands, Zhang Yi instantly sat up from the sofa and grabbed Deng Shentong's shoulders.

"Uh!"

Deng Shentong didn't expect him to suddenly counterattack. He was held down by Zhang Yi and his back hit the sofa heavily, and the positions of the two were reversed.

Zhang Yi held his hands tightly, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. His eyes were filled with a hint of triumph: "Your vigilance is too low."

Deng Shentong's eyes flashed with surprise, but he immediately regained his composure, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Oh? Really? I didn't expect that you're still a dog that you can't tame."

"Looks like I have to train your obedience!"

Without waiting for Zhang Yi to react, Deng Shentong suddenly raised his leg and kicked him.

Zhang Yi seemed to be prepared. He quickly grabbed his knee and suppressed the restless little cat again.

Deng Shentong managed to break free and took the opportunity to elbow Zhang Yi like lightning.

Zhang Yi narrowly avoided the attack by turning his head. His eyes flickered and he licked his lips. His desire to win was completely aroused.

In the small space on the sofa, the fight between the two tall men became more and more intense, causing the floor to creak.

They were like two powerful wild beasts, enjoying this evenly matched contest, and neither was willing to admit defeat first in their own field.

In the end, Zhang Yi is younger and has advantages in size and strength.

When Deng Shentong gradually exhausted his strength, he immediately seized the opportunity to tie up the other's hands and pin him down on the sofa with his weight.

Deng Shentong was now completely unable to move. His long silver hair was scattered all over the place, like a blooming flower.

"Aha……"

He was panting, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, and he smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Deng Shentong wanted to turn around and look at Zhang Yi, but was pulled back by his hair.

"Hmm? Are you still not convinced?" Zhang Yi's large palm covered Deng Shentong's white neck, holding his vulnerable part in his palm.

"Whoever wins, speak!"

Deng Shentong shrank back at the heat of his palm, his breathing became uneven, but he still raised his head and said, "...if you dare, let's compete with each other using supernatural powers."

"Ah."

Zhang Yi chuckled sarcastically: "Are you going to use your supernatural powers to bully the weak... Honorable Lord Ipsilon?"

His eyes were staring at Deng Shentong's snow-white neck without any concealment, like a wolf that had found its prey's weakness and was about to pounce on it and bite it.

As he spoke, his hands began to become restless, going around Deng Shentong's messy hair and reaching into his collar which had become loose due to the fight.