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

Zhang Yi's words were like thunder exploding in his ears. Deng Shentong seemed to be frightened and woke up for a moment, and began to struggle violently.

How could Zhang Yi let him escape? He grabbed his hair and pulled it back. With his other hand, he pinched Deng Shentong's chin from behind and stroked his lips with his thumb.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yi's fingers roughly squeezed into Deng Shentong's mouth and forcibly pried open his tightly closed teeth.

Deng Shentong struggled in pain, but was held down by Zhang Yi.

"W-W-W-W!"

He couldn't close his mouth at all and let out a messy whimpering sound. His eyes were wet and blurry, like a wounded little animal.

The crystal clear saliva wet Zhang Yi's fingers, then dripped from the corners of his mouth, leaving a dark stain on the bed sheet.

Only when Zhang Yi felt it was almost time did he pull the finger out of Deng Shentong's mouth, leaving a silver thread in the dim light.

“Puha!

Deng Shentong just breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster, but Zhang Yi's chuckle behind him made him tense his muscles instantly, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

The next second, his waist was tightly grasped by a strong hand, just like the shackles that imprisoned him before execution.

Then, Deng Shentong opened his eyes wide in horror, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he gasped rapidly:

“Ah! No, ah…ah!”

……

In a trance, Deng Shentong felt like he was having a very long nightmare.

He was like a lamb running on the grassland, with the wind whistling past his ears and the wolf's salivating breathing coming from behind him. The bloody smell from the carnivore's mouth was almost within reach.

The beast opened its bloody mouth and let out a low, greedy roar from the depths of its throat.

The strong smell of blood drifted over with the wind, irritating Deng Shentong to the point of vomiting, but at the moment he had no time to care about it and just ran forward desperately.

Run away! Run away!

However, how could the weak lamb possibly outrun the ferocious wolf? During the race, he gradually became exhausted.

Soon his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Every cell in his body was clamoring to stop. He struggled forward to escape almost mechanically.

The thorns and bushes scratched his delicate skin, and blood flowed all over the ground, which was tantamount to a deeper temptation for the beast behind him.

It growled and approached Deng Shentong, its pair of dark green vertical pupils flashing with bloodthirsty light, but it did not pounce directly to bite the prey that was so close to it.

It grinned sarcastically, revealing its sharp teeth. Rather than biting its prey's throat directly, it preferred to watch the prey struggle to death.

Finally, Deng Shentong exhausted his last bit of strength and fell to the ground. Blood foam gushed out of his mouth. Every breath he took was filled with a sickening fishy sweetness and stinging pain, torturing him like a knife and making him unable to move.

The wolf roared excitedly and pounced forward, its fangs pressing against the throbbing blood vessels under the fragile skin of the throat.

The shadow of death made him utter a final wail, but the beast, as if deliberately teasing him, licked the lamb's moist nose with its barbed tongue and exhaled heavily.

This is a common technique used by wolves when hunting. The bloody smell of carnivores will make the prey feel fear and trembling deep in their souls, making them unable to resist.

This is both a deterrent to assert sovereignty and a humiliation from the powerful.

Deng Shentong did not struggle this time. He opened his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted, and he was so humiliated that he could not make any sound.

He didn't expect that even death would not be a happy one.

The beast didn't care how turbulent the other party's heart was. As long as Deng Shentong calmed down, its goal had been achieved.

It came to torture him. The more Deng Shentong collapsed, the happier it felt.

"Ah, uh...don't touch me! Ah..."

It was not until the sharp fangs cut through the lamb's tender skin and blood slowly oozed out that Deng Shentong twitched as if in his death throes and let out a painful gasp.

The wolf's eyes were like burning flames, emitting a heart-pounding light.

It was a wild and ferocious look, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, ready to strike.

It stared at the lamb's trembling body with a musky and playful smile on its face.

"Ahh...!"

The wolf's fangs suddenly cut the fragile throat, and blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath it red.

Deng Shentong fell in a pool of blood, his eyes staring blankly at the gray sky, blood foam constantly gushing out of his mouth.

The lamb was so frightened and desperate that it could no longer feel any pain. Death seemed to be a relief for it.

But the wolf will not let its prey die immediately, so it will stay awake for a while, feeling the beast biting and devouring its flesh and blood.

……

“Ugh...!” A whimper escaped from Deng Shentong’s throat. He was like a trapped beast, struggling on the brink of collapse, cursing incoherently.

"Get out of here! Ah... Zhang Yi! Get out of here... Uh-huh!"

……

He felt like a leaf swirling helplessly in the wind, and like a small boat tossed in the stormy sea.

His soul was about to be shattered.

Zhang Yi was laughing and saying something again... He couldn't hear clearly, and didn't want to hear clearly.

It must be some humiliating words again, trying to break his pride and trample him into the mud.

Deng Shentong closed his eyes weakly, and a drop of crystal liquid slid down the corner of his eye in the dim light.

So tired and sleepy... He really couldn't hold on any longer.

It hurts, it really hurts, Zhang Yi...