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

The room was airtight, without any windows or lights on. The entire space seemed dark and depressing, as if shrouded in a dreary atmosphere.

Deng Shentong gradually woke up from his coma. He moved his fingers slightly, trying to get rid of the feeling of weakness, but every movement made him feel extremely difficult.

After some struggle, Deng Shentong finally slowly opened his eyes and tried hard to see the surrounding environment clearly.

As his vision gradually became clearer, he found himself in a new environment. Above and around his head were dark red bed curtains, and he could not see the outside scene clearly.

As soon as he regained consciousness, severe pain came over him, causing him to gasp.

His body felt as if it had been repeatedly run over by a heavy truck and was in unbearable pain. He only moved slightly and an involuntary hoarse groan came from his throat.

It hurts... it hurts so much...

Not only his body, but his mind was also tearing with pain, just like waking up from a hangover. But what was even worse was that he still remembered every detail of last night clearly.

Zhang Yi seemed to have turned into a wild beast in an instant, tearing his flesh and blood madly while trampling on his dignity.

Deng Shentong had never regretted so much that he was a man with excellent physical strength and could not even fall into a coma.

In the end, his eyes were blank and he looked like a rag doll at the mercy of others.

Deng Shentong didn't even need to look in the mirror to know how miserable and frivolous he looked now.

However, Zhang Yi seemed to still have a trace of rationality. When he woke up, his body was dry and he was wearing a nightgown that barely covered his body.

Deng Shentong gasped and adjusted his body. He tried to prop himself up and sit up again, but there was a sound of metal collision.

He looked at his wrists with difficulty, only to find that his limbs were locked with cold shackles, and long iron chains extended to the bedposts at the four corners.

He almost forgot that Zhang Yi was always extremely cautious. He was already so weak and his movement space was restricted.

Deng Shentong struggled weakly. He looked at the dark red bed curtain in front of him. Anger and humiliation surged in his heart, and a mist filled his beautiful eyes.

What does Zhang Yi mean by this? By locking him in bed, is he treating him like a caged bird that can be played with by anyone?

He bit his lip subconsciously, and the wound on his lip made him hiss in pain. He couldn't help but curse, "Mad dog..."

As soon as Deng Shentong opened his mouth, he was shocked by his extremely hoarse voice.

He suddenly recalled how he had moaned at the top of his lungs last night, and how Zhang Yi had forced him to say all kinds of humiliating words until he could no longer make any sound.

My throat still hurts.

"You still have the energy to curse after waking up? It seems I haven't done enough."

A low and teasing laugh sounded outside the bed curtain. When Deng Shentong heard the sound, he shrank back as if by reflex.

In the past, when Deng Shentong heard Zhang Yi's voice, he just felt relaxed, because he knew that as long as he was there, he would not be in any danger.

But after last night, the vulgar and bad words that kept repeating in his ears had been branded into his soul, leaving a mark of shame.

The world seemed to be turned upside down. All his insecurities and fears came from the person he once trusted the most. This kind of torn situation made Deng Shentong feel cold in his heart.

Zhang Yi quickly opened the bed curtain and sat on the edge of the bed. He took a look at Deng Shentong's expression and said with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He put the glass of water in his hand aside and suddenly reached out to Deng Shentong, but the latter instinctively dodged.

Zhang Yi's hand froze in mid-air. He had a smile on his face and a calm expression, just like the gentle young man he always was.

But how could Deng Shentong pretend that nothing had happened just because the other party put on the mask of docility again?

His beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Yi like a vigilant cat, and his whole body was tense, as if he was ready to escape at any time.

Zhang Yi smiled and tilted his head, his eyes dark: "Are you afraid of me? Why?"

He smiled and said, "I just want to help you get up and drink some water, captain."

Deng Shentong was so angry at his attitude of asking questions even though he knew the answer that he sneered, but his throat was so sore now that he didn't want to talk at all. He could only turn his head away to express his dissatisfaction.

A soft sigh came from beside me.

The next second, a big hand suddenly grabbed Deng Shentong's silver hair and pulled him to sit up. Deng Shentong just gasped in pain, but his jaw was pinched by a pair of iron-like hands and he was forced to open his mouth.

"Have you forgotten what I said? Don't take yourself so seriously!"

Zhang Yi picked up the cup of water and poured it into Deng Shentong's mouth. The gentle smile on his face was completely gone, and his eyes were flashing with a brutal and ferocious light like a beast.

"I'm ordering you, not negotiating with you, understand?"

Deng Shentong was forced to look up. The cold edge of the cup pressed against his teeth, causing his delicate eyebrows to wrinkle painfully and a gurgling sound to come out of his throat.

The fingers were so rough that they almost dislocated his jaw.

The glass of water was finished quickly, but under this torture, Deng Shentong felt as if a century had passed.

"Puha! Cough cough cough...you...bastard!"

He struggled hard, freed himself from Zhang Yi's grip, and fell on the bed, coughing violently.

Zhang Yi wanted to play a trick on him, so only a small portion of the glass of water made it into Deng Shentong's mouth, and the rest spilled all over him.

The nightgown he was wearing had become loose during his struggle, and his chest was covered with purple marks, which were soaked by water and looked indescribably gorgeous.

Before Deng Shentong could even catch his breath, Zhang Yi's tall body pressed down on him again, pinched his legs and lifted them up, and the shadow cast by him enveloped him completely.

"Ah! Zhang Yi!"

This posture was too straightforward. Deng Shentong was shaking with shame. He glared at Zhang Yi angrily, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.

However, Zhang Yi did not take the next step. He just looked at Deng Shentong calmly, as if he was admiring a satisfactory work.

"Get away! Don't touch me!"

"Snapped!"

Deng Shentong was frightened by his gaze. He raised his hand and slapped Zhang Yi on the face. A crisp slap sounded instantly.

Zhang Yi was caught off guard and his head was tilted away. After a moment of stunned silence, his eyes slowly turned to the silver-haired man who was gasping for breath and still in shock.

He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and a chilling smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that Deng Shentong was not the kind of person who would seek death if forced. For a man like him who was proud in his bones, the wound to his dignity was far more painful than the wound to his body.