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

Zhang Yi looked around in confusion.

The restless music, the dancing crowd...the women were dressed boldly and fashionably. A tight black dress outlined their perfect figures, and the low-cut design made them look even more sexy and charming.

The pairs of white legs are made to look even more slender by the high heels, and every step exudes endless charm.

In such an atmosphere, hormones of men and women were intertwined passionately. Zhang Yi stood there in a daze, seeming a little out of place.

One of the dancers thought he was inexperienced, so she boldly touched his cheek with her slender and soft fingers and coaxed him softly, "Sir, don't be nervous..."

Zhang Yi grabbed her restless hand, but the woman took advantage of the situation and leaned into his arms. The fragrance of her hair penetrated into his nose.

In such a situation, although his body was stiff, his expression was somewhat moved.

The woman touched his muscular chest, her bright red nails showing a touch of charm. She looked at Zhang Yi with seductive eyes and blew gently into his ear.

Zhang Yi felt an impulse and desire surging in his body. His heartbeat quickened and blood rushed through his veins, as if trying to break free from its restraints.

His breathing became rapid and his vision became blurry.

Driven by such strong emotions, Zhang Yi's reason began to become blurred, and his behavior began to be dominated by instinct.

His eyes were fixed on the woman. Every movement and look of hers seemed to be a silent invitation to him.

The scent of the woman's hair, her touch, her seductive eyes, every detail stimulated Zhang Yi's senses and made him unable to extricate himself.

His hands involuntarily wrapped around the woman's slender waist, and his body involuntarily moved closer, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

At this moment, Zhang Yi's world became narrow, leaving only the distance between him and the woman.

His heartbeat, the woman's breathing, and the music on the dance floor all became blurred, leaving only the atmosphere and warmth between the two of them.

The woman's face lit up with joy, knowing that Zhang Yi had been defeated under her attack.

She quickly put her arms around Zhang Yi's neck and was about to say something in his ear, but Zhang Yi's communicator suddenly beeped.

Being interrupted at the critical moment, Zhang Yi made an impatient "tsk" sound, but still picked up the communicator.

The woman looked at the man in surprise. After he read the message, the confusion in her eyes instantly became clear, and the expression on her face changed from drunkenness to panic.

Zhang Yi pushed the woman in his arms away and walked out through the crowd like a madman. Baili Changqing came up to him and wanted to stop him to ask about the situation, but was so frightened by Zhang Yi's eyes that he forgot what to say.

He was like a mad beast, his eyes were red, and his expression was strangely mixed, it was hard to tell whether it was anger, pain, or deep disgust.

Baili Changqing stood there in a daze, looking at Zhang Yi's receding back. Even though he was slow-witted, he could sense that things were not simple.

Zhang Yi almost rushed back to his room. He roughly tore off his alcohol-stained clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

He scrubbed his body over and over again in an almost morbid manner, as if he was contaminated by something extremely disgusting.

Zhang Yi didn't stop his crazy actions until his skin turned red and he felt a slight stinging pain.

The cold water poured down the shower head, quenching his alcohol-induced restless heart. His eyes became clear and painful again.

After making sure that he no longer smelled anyone else's scent, he stumbled out of the bathroom and broke into Deng Shentong's room.

Of course there was no one in the room.

Although he opened the door with a hint of hidden expectation.

He no longer cared whether Deng Shentong would be angry when he came back, and slowly collapsed on the white bed.

Zhang Yi frantically searched for the breath left by Deng Shentong, even though it did not relieve his anxiety, but instead aggravated it.

It's like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Zhang Yi hugged the pillow and quilt tightly in his arms in vain, and the unique scent of Deng Shentong penetrated into his nose.

He could no longer tell who he was holding, and many blurry images appeared before his eyes.

Sometimes it was Deng Shentong's voice and smile, and sometimes it was the most terrifying scenes deep in his memory.

He could even always hear Deng Shentong calling him in his ears.

It's all that person.

As he returned to Deng Shentong's space, the helplessness, loneliness and anxiety once again enveloped Zhang Yi from all directions, but this time he no longer wanted to escape.

Zhang Yi began to hate the out-of-control self in the bar, and even felt relieved in such endless pain.

This seemed like redemption to him.

Under the young and beautiful body of the opposite sex, his hot-blooded body had already taken action before his brain.

He admitted that he was indeed tempted by primitive impulses. In the same situation, any young man with normal needs would find it difficult to resist.

At this moment, Deng Shentong's communication finally came, although it only contained three words.

"I am fine."

The light words were like tightening the reins, and in an instant all the uncertainty disappeared.

There was no room for anything else in Zhang Yi's mind. It was as if he had put a collar on himself, willing to be controlled by Deng Shentong.

He imagined that Deng Shentong was lying beside him, with dazzling silver hair, looking at him with arrogant eyes.

Deng Shentong is completely different from the woman. He has a slender figure with a thin layer of muscles. He feels slightly hard to the touch, and his bones are even a little prickly.

Zhang Yi knew clearly that Deng Shentong was a man, but his desires and thoughts were inseparable from him.

His desire to possess Deng Shentong was thousands of times stronger than those women. If possible, he even wanted to keep him by his side forever.

Baili Changqing was right, this was indeed a kind of separation anxiety. Zhang Yi could no longer bear the feeling of losing Deng Shentong again.

But this anxiety cannot be relieved by diverting attention.

Zhang Yi couldn't leave him, even if it was painful, as long as it was given by Deng Shentong, he would be willing.

He has fallen in love with him.