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

Zhang Yi covered his red cheeks. He licked his lips, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: "You still have the energy to hit me...? It seems I was too kind to you."

Deng Shentong looked at the smile that was slowly expanding on Zhang Yi's lips. He raised his chin and looked at him with contempt and disgust, with a stubborn arrogance in his eyes, and sneered:

"You have done all kinds of beastly things, including committing crimes against your superiors. It is not surprising that you have resorted to despicable means."

The effect of the medicine had long passed, and Deng Shentong, who was in a sober state, was once again the arrogant child of destiny. His words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Zhang Yi.

"What else can you do besides taking advantage of someone's misfortune? You said you are more valuable than Zhu Yunque..." Deng Shentong shook the handcuffs, and the iron chains clinked.

He laughed sarcastically and raised his eyebrows: "Is this how you express your value?"

Zhang Yi still kept smiling, with a fiery and crazy flame dancing in his eyes. He looked at Deng Shentong like a devout fanatic.

He said slowly: "How can you compare me with Zhu Yunque? Captain, I love you."

"Love?" Deng Shentong was stunned for a moment, and then as if he had heard a huge joke, he laughed and shook his head, and his eyebrows gradually became cold.

"It's already been done, and you're telling me now that this is love? Are you mocking me?" He stared at Zhang Yi coldly and said indifferently:

"I'm sorry, but I don't see a normal, sane adult showing affection to me."

Deng Shentong felt pain all over his body. He began to get impatient with wasting time here with Zhang Yi. He just wanted to go back to Blizzard City to have a good rest and then get everything back on track.

He waved his hands indifferently, as if he wanted to drive Zhang Yi away, and said, "I don't accept this kind of childish love. If you've had enough of this, get out of here!"

Zhang Yi stared at Deng Shentong with interest. Surprisingly, he did not immediately lose his temper or take any other actions. Instead, he remained quite patient and continued to talk: "What if I don't leave?"

Deng Shentong glanced at him, frowned, and held his forehead with one hand in annoyance, saying, "For the sake of our past friendship, it's not too late for you to let me go back now."

"I won't argue with a brat like you about what happened yesterday, and don't interfere with my marriage, okay?"

Deng Shentong sighed deeply, his tone full of helplessness: "Don't be so willful, Zhang Yi."

However, this sentence was like lighting a powder keg.

“Hahahaha…!” Zhang Yi suddenly burst into laughter, and his voice echoed throughout the room.

He stared at Deng Shentong closely, his eyes flashing with a fierce light like a wild beast, and at the same time mixed with a hint of teasing, as if he was looking at an extremely interesting prey.

“Deng Shentong, ah Deng Shentong, sometimes I really can’t understand, you have fallen to such a state, who gave you the confidence?”

His hideous and distorted face was chilling, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and resentment.

Deng Shentong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He subconsciously felt that danger was approaching: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, his venomous eyes fixed on Deng Shentong. He licked his lips playfully and said, "Have I ever told you that I like your unruly look better than when you were unconscious last night?"

Then he just gently stroked Deng Shentong's thigh, and the other party immediately reacted violently and retreated to the head of the bed, causing the iron chain to clank.

Zhang Yi laughed out loud. He looked at the silver-haired man coldly and greedily, stretched out a finger and shook it: "Look, I just touched you, and you got so scared."

He leaned forward and inched closer to Deng Shentong, like a wolf approaching a flock of sheep, his mouth drooling:

"So how did you have the courage to say those words? Huh?" Zhang Yi quickly moved in front of Deng Shentong. Deng Shentong had been forced into a corner with no way to retreat. He gasped and said, "Don't come over here!"

"Hahaha..." Zhang Yi lifted a strand of silver hair by Deng Shentong's ear and rubbed it affectionately on his fingertips, as if constantly stirring up Deng Shentong's fearful memories.

"Actually, considering your lack of experience, I was very gentle yesterday." Zhang Yi blew into Deng Shentong's ear and said maliciously:

"There are even rougher ones, do you want to try them?"

Deng Shentong had no doubt about the truth of this sentence. He had already understood since last night that Zhang Yi was capable of doing anything.

He took a breath, gritted his teeth, kicked Zhang Yi, and cursed, "Get out of here!"

Zhang Yi grabbed his slender ankle and lifted it onto his shoulder.

"Ah You!"

Deng Shentong screamed in fear and tried hard to pull his legs back, but his strength had not yet recovered and he could not break free from the iron-like hand no matter what.

This feeling of powerlessness made him feel extremely desperate and angry.

Seeing Zhang Yi's eyes getting more and more fiery, Deng Shentong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he breathed rapidly, saying, "I'm warning you, get out now!

"I think you should learn how to please your winner when you are not as skilled as others."

Zhang Yi suddenly pinched Deng Shentong's chin, forcing him to raise his head and swallow those sharp words, and could only whimper.

He sneered and took out his communicator with one hand, turned on the screen and said, "If I remember correctly, today is your wedding, right?"

"Your poor fiancée is still waiting for her groom to pick her up, right? Tsk tsk tsk tsk ..."

Deng Shentong watched Zhang Yi suddenly point the camera of the communicator at himself. He suddenly realized something and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"What do you think would happen if everyone in Blizzard City saw this photo when she couldn't wait for the groom?"

His eyes suddenly widened and he struggled like crazy, trying to break free from Zhang Yi's shackles, making random whimpering sounds from his mouth.

There was a click sound and a flash of white light. Zhang Yi took back the communicator with satisfaction and pushed Deng Shentong away.

The back of Deng Shentong's head hit the headboard heavily, and his hair was scattered on his body in a mess, but he didn't care about the pain at this moment. He looked at Zhang Yi with a pair of eyes full of hatred and despair.

He panted softly and said in a hoarse voice: "Delete it... Don't make me hate you..."

Zhang Yi folded his hands and looked at him leisurely, smiling playfully, "Is this your attitude when asking for help? Huh?"

Deng Shentong closed his eyes helplessly, his heart was cold: "Zhang Yi, what do you want?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with excitement and enthusiasm. He chuckled and said playfully, "I'm more curious about what else you can do with your mouth besides talking tough."

Then he sat down in front of Deng Shentong and hooked his finger at him:

"Now, try to please me."