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

Deng Shentong was awakened by being splashed with cold liquid.

The light was dim all around, and it looked like a closed room somewhere.

As soon as he regained consciousness, he was dizzy by the strong smell of alcohol.

He struggled to open his eyelids, as if he was weighed down by a heavy burden, and scanned everything around him. At a glance, he saw Zhang Yi sitting leisurely on a chair, holding an empty wine glass in his hand.

The remaining red wine slid slowly along the wall of the cup like drops of red tears, flashing an enchanting silver light under the dim light, and then dripped onto Deng Shentong's face, like a red lotus blooming on the snow. The bright red liquid and the snow-white skin set off each other, forming a picture that was both cruel and enchanting.

Deng Shentong couldn't help but frown. He always liked cleanliness, and seeing himself covered in alcohol in such a mess really made him unhappy: "Zhang Yi, are you crazy?"

He lay down on the carpet, his beautiful silver hair was wet and curled on the sides of his face, his white shirt became transparent, fitting tightly to his full muscle curves, revealing a hint of light pink.

He looked like a seductive poppy, charming but deadly dangerous. His eyes were as cold as a cold pond and as unruly as an eagle, revealing an awe-inspiring and inviolable look, as if he were a god high above.

Zhang Yi gasped several times due to the strong visual stimulation, but since things had come to this point, he no longer needed to pretend.

He walked up to Deng Shentong and squatted down, tilting his head to look at him carefully, and suddenly smiled brightly: "You are right, I am indeed crazy."

Deng Shentong tried to struggle, but he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and he was as powerless as a deflated ball. His supernatural power was also like a pool of stagnant water, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stir up a ripple.

The back of his neck was still aching, and he quickly thought of something. He was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "You injected me with compound 3?"

He even lost himself temporarily and felt weak due to overdose due to poor control of the dosage.

Zhang Yi's gaze swept across his body. The look in his eyes was like a scorching flame, direct and naked, making Deng Shentong feel as if he was burning, and wherever he was staring at became scorching hot.

He raised his eyebrows and stared at Zhang Yi with a pair of eyes that were slightly annoyed, so beautiful that it was frightening: "What on earth do you want to do?!"

"Haha, are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi raised a slight smile. He narrowed his eyes and fixed his sharp gaze like an eagle on Deng Shentong.

He grabbed Deng Shentong's chin with one hand, forcibly lifted his head, and said with a half-smile: "Do you like to act so noble?"

"… Ugh! Let me go!" Anyone would feel uncomfortable if their face was pinched like this, not to mention that Deng Shentong was a man with a strong sense of self-esteem. He immediately reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and struggled violently.

Zhang Yi remained indifferent, his rough big hands continued to pinch the fair and tender cheeks like iron clamps.

He watched Deng Shentong struggle and twist coldly, his face full of dissatisfaction, as if he was looking at a bird trapped in a cage, no matter how it fluttered, it could not break free.

He suddenly laughed, his eyes dark and scary, and whispered, "You are always like this...you just stay out of things lightly, which makes me look ridiculous."

Zhang Yi suddenly let go of Deng Shentong, letting him fall back to the ground, then quickly walked to the table and picked up a bottle of previously opened red wine.

He quickly turned back and grabbed Deng Shentong's silver hair!

Zhang Yi's actions were merciless, rough and blunt. Deng Shentong screamed in shock at the stinging pain on his scalp. He then glared back fiercely, baring his teeth and cursing, "Mad man! What are you doing!"

He was pulled to raise his head, revealing his slender and fragile neck, like a noble swan.

Zhang Yi had a sullen face and remained silent. Then he suddenly grabbed the red wine and poured it along Deng Shentong's collar!

The sticky liquid with the aroma of wine quickly soaked the white clothes, and the full body curves under the collar were clearly visible. Seeing the once spotless person turned into this embarrassed and gorgeous appearance, Zhang Yi felt that he was also a little drunk by the smell of wine.

He was staring at Deng Shentong's body in fascination, when he heard a strong wind whistling past! He was startled and dodged hastily, but was still hit on the forehead by a punch.

Hot blood flowed down the wound, and his vision gradually became blurred by blood.

Zhang Yi didn't expect that Deng Shentong could fight back and hurt himself in this situation.

However, looking at the dishevelled silver-haired man with a still unruly look in his eyes, he felt no pain. Instead, the blood aroused even stronger hostility and desire.

Zhang Yi grabbed Deng Shentong's hair tighter, forcing him to look at him in a more humiliating posture, and laughed softly.

Half of his face was covered in blood, and he smiled like an evil demon: "If it weren't for the effect of the drug, would you have wanted to kill me with this punch?"

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Deng Shentong's face and said, "How cruel...Captain."

Deng Shentong's body trembled slightly, and then he glared at him with anger and disgust, obviously not intending to defend himself at all: "Don't call me that!"

Zhang Yi stared at Deng Shentong quietly. His eyes were so sinister that it made people feel creepy.

Suddenly, he used his fingers to pull Deng Shentong's cheek and kissed him hard.

The lips and teeth suddenly touched each other. It didn't feel like a kiss, but more like a brutal bite. A bloody smell instantly spread in the mouth along with the exchange of saliva.

Zhang Yi's movements were very rough, as if he was deliberately torturing Deng Shentong. He greedily invaded Deng Shentong's mouth, robbing him of all his oxygen.

Deng Shentong was forced to struggle violently by his sudden attack. Zhang Yi pressed the back of his head even harder and pinched his waist with his other hand, leaving him nowhere to escape.

His body had no strength to resist, so he bit Zhang Yi's tongue hard. The other party responded with a more fierce attack, leaving a bloody hole on his lip.

They were like two wild beasts biting each other, and they would not stop until the other was covered in wounds.

When Deng Shentong felt his strength gradually slipping away and was about to suffocate to death, Zhang Yi finally ended this torturous kiss.

He struggled to move away from Zhang Yi and coughed a few times with a hoarse voice.

Deng Shentong fell back to the ground, his long silver hair hanging messily on the side of his face.

His chest heaved violently as he gulped for air like a drowning man, and his eyes shone frighteningly bright in the dim light.

Deng Shentong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with great disgust, and said viciously: "Zhang Yi, you are so disgusting!"