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

In the quiet room, time seemed to have frozen, passing by second by second. The air in the room seemed to have become heavy, and every breath Zhang Yi took seemed particularly clear.

He listened intently to the crisp sound of the iron chains behind the door colliding with each other. At first the sound was very loud, but then it gradually weakened. The man imprisoned behind the door was able to resist with all his might at first and cursed a few words, but later he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and even breathing seemed extremely difficult. His breath was first heavy, and then turned into a low moan that was both painful and sweet.

Zhang Yi's heartbeat quickened involuntarily. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his restlessness.

He laughed somewhat distressedly, not knowing whether this was torturing Deng Shentong or himself.

When Zhang Yi hadn't heard any sound for a long time, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Could it be that he fainted? That would be meaningless."

Just as he was thinking this, the sound of the iron chains colliding, which had long since died down, suddenly reached his ears again.

Only this time, the sound seemed even fainter and weaker than before, as if it could cut off at any time.

Zhang Yi glanced at the clock. The medicine he used was very strong. Deng Shentong should have reached his limit by now, and his patience was almost exhausted.

He walked slowly towards the closed door and turned the handle.

As the door slowly opened, a faint light seeped in from the crack in the door. It passed through the air and went straight to a corner of the room. There, a man was curled up in a ball.

The man seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with the sudden intrusion of light, and his body trembled involuntarily.

He used all his strength to lift his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and looked at the approaching figure with confusion.

At this moment, Deng Shentong looked in extremely bad condition, as if he might collapse at any time.

Wet sweat soaked every strand of hair, causing them to tangle tightly together and stick to his cheeks and neck in a messy manner. His originally fair and smooth skin now showed a sickly flush, as if it was burned by flames, and heat continued to come out of his pores.

Deng Shentong pinched his arm tightly with one hand, his nails digging into his skin, and blood dyed half of his white clothes red, but the clarity brought by the pain could not last long.

His eyes were blurred and focused on Zhang Yi's face, as if he could no longer recognize who the other person was. His rosy lips parted slightly, and he could only let out a few tiny moans and gasps.

Zhang Yi slowly walked up to Deng Shentong and squatted down. He gently stroked Deng Shentong's cheek with one hand. His action seemed distressed, but his eyes were filled with strong sarcasm.

He looked the other person up and down, with a smile full of amusement and malice.

"How pitiful... you've made yourself look like this."

Deng Shentong trembled all over, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to avoid the hand that was approaching, but there was a force deep in his heart that prevented him from moving. The hand gently stroked his face, as if it had magic, and he was intoxicated by it.

He rubbed his cheek gently like a cat, and looked at Zhang Yi with a pair of wet eyes with a little confusion.

Zhang Yi groaned. He admitted that he was aroused by the other party's charming expression and couldn't help pinching that pretty face: "I didn't tie your hands."

"Are you forcing yourself, or are you simply... incapable of doing it?"

Every detail of Deng Shentong's daily life quickly emerged in his mind, and he felt that this matter was most likely just as he had imagined.

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and there was a crazy flame dancing in his eyes.

This feeling is like a person finally getting what he has been looking for.

What made him even happier was that he could not only completely possess Deng Shentong now, but also be the first person to defile this blank sheet of paper.

The pleasure of being in control of everything and wantonly trampling on the dignity of others surged into his heart like a tide, almost drowning his only remaining sanity.

However, at this moment, Deng Shentong was completely unaware of what was happening before his eyes.

He had no idea what Zhang Yi was talking about. The only thing he could clearly sense was the slight coolness and relief brought by the touch of the person in front of him.

He was unable to suppress the heat rising in his body and began to twist his body unbearably.

With heavy breathing, he involuntarily moved slowly towards Zhang Yi, as if he was actively throwing himself into his arms.

However, in response to this action, Zhang Yi suddenly stood up and took a big step back.

Deng Shentong's action instantly failed, and he couldn't help but let out a slight groan: "Hmm..."

Then, he tilted his head slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and stared at the man in front of him in a daze.

His disheveled yet gorgeous appearance blended perfectly with his innocent expression, as if he was on the dangerous borderline of an angel and a succubus, enough to drive anyone crazy.

Zhang Yi's eyes lingered undisguisedly on the other's tight body that was faintly visible under the thin shirt, and his throat swallowed unconsciously.

Then, a sly and malicious smile crept up the corners of his mouth.

"Why, aren't you trying to show off?" He said in a provocative tone, with a hint of frivolity and disdain in his voice.

"You just said I made you feel sick? What about now?"

As Zhang Yi spoke, he slowly approached the other person, with an ambiguous light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the other person completely.

He bent down and lifted Deng Shentong's chin, and said in a persuasive manner: "Beg me? Beg me and I will help you..."

This posture made Deng Shentong feel extremely uncomfortable instinctively. He couldn't help but frown and turn his face away.

However, to his surprise, Zhang Yi suddenly waved his right hand, and like a magic trick, he took out a bottle of ice-cold mineral water from the space.

At this moment, Deng Shentong had completely lost control of his own strength. Facing this bottle of mineral water that exuded an alluring cool aroma, his eyes were filled with endless desire and eagerness.

He rushed forward desperately, as if the bottle of water was the last straw in his life.

But Zhang Yi seemed to want to play a trick on him. The moment Deng Shentong pounced on him, he easily dodged.

Deng Shentong's hard-earned strength was exhausted, and he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his face full of pain, but a hint of pleading gradually emerged in his beautiful eyes.

"...Ugh...It's so hot..." Deng Shentong let out a low and hoarse groan from his throat. He felt as if he was in a raging fire, the heat was unbearable and he was almost suffocating.

At this moment, the only thing in his heart was the desire for coolness, and all other thoughts became blurred, like a sticky paste.

In his sight, Zhang Yi had turned into a distorted figure.

He shook the water bottle in his hand like a devil tempting an angel to fall, and whispered, "Hot? Beg me, beg me to help you."

Deng Shentong instinctively felt that these were not good words. His body seemed to be able to feel the struggle and pain of his master. His whole body trembled slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

After struggling for a while, the string of rationality finally broke under the impact of waves of lust.

He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, tilted his head back and panted hard, his voice as soft as a mosquito's:

"...Haa ...