What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

As the sky darkened, the downstairs was covered with snow again.

Fu Ying cooked some food, unwrapped some pre-prepared dishes she found in other buildings, heated them up and placed them on the dining table, then took out some frozen green beans and corn kernels and stir-fried them with some beef.

Luo Ze was eating his meal at the dining table. Song Shu was leaning against the kitchen door, watching Fu Ying cooking. He didn't even notice that his eyes were very gentle.

Fu Ying finished cooking, put the dish down, turned around and looked at her: "I'm such a good cook, you're in luck."

Song Shu curled his lips: "It's just some green beans, some corn kernels and some beef. I can cook this dish myself."

"Then why don't you do it? You're ordering me around here." Fu Ying picked up the plate, Song Shu took it and said with a smile, "You don't pay the rent."

Fu Ying: "..."

The atmosphere during the meal was quite warm. After finishing his meal, Luo Ze washed his bowl obediently. Song Shu picked up the plate and put the green beans and corn into the bowl.

Fu Ying looked at her from the opposite side and asked, "Are you going to eat them all?"

Song Shu: "No, the rest is yours." She moved the small piece of the plate that was left in front of Fu Ying and started eating.

The two of them finished their dinner in no time and cleared the dishes. Then they looked at each other - who would wash the dishes?

Fu Ying wanted to get up, but Song Shu was waiting for her reaction. He quickly left the battlefield, shouted "Whoever finishes eating last washes the dishes", and ran to the sofa to watch cartoons with Luo Ze.

Fu Ying looked at the rogue Song Shu and shook her head helplessly, but she felt a little dazed when looking at the scene in front of her.

In the bright living room, a big and a small person snuggle up to each other on the sofa, and myself standing in front of the dining table to clean up the mess.

Fu Ying suddenly felt that a family of three was not bad.

It would be better if Song Shu loved her now.

She was thinking blankly, and then she sat back in her chair, and she heard Song Shu shouting towards the dining table with a smile: "Go wash the dishes!"

Fu Ying had no choice but to get up and clear the table.

……

The atmosphere before bed was still cheerful, until Fu Ying washed up and entered the bedroom, the atmosphere in the room changed subtly.

The main light in the bedroom was turned off, leaving only the dim light of the small table lamp on the bedside table.

Song Shu was leaning against the head of the bed flipping through a comic book. When he saw Fu Ying come in, he quickly looked up and immediately lowered his eyes.

Fu Ying walked around to the other side and got on the bed. She found that Song Shu was still wearing a black shirt tonight, and the arc in front of his body was faintly visible. She pulled the quilt calmly and lay down.

Although Song Shu was reading a comic, her mind had already drifted to the people around her. She heard her heartbeat quickening unconsciously and tried hard to suppress the thoughts that suddenly popped up in her mind.

Fu Ying likes her.

Logically speaking, if you know a girl likes you, you shouldn't sleep with her.

All the intimate actions that we used to do are not allowed to be performed casually.

Song Shu stared straight at a certain spot in the comic, completely unaware that he had turned to the page where the protagonist was knocked down.

When Fu Ying turned over, she saw that she had been lingering on a certain page of comics.

"Is it so good-looking?" Fu Ying suddenly asked, and Song Shu was so scared that he almost couldn't hold the comic in his hand. He stuttered, "Yes, it's good-looking!"

Fu Ying remained silent. Song Shu quickly turned his gaze back to the comics and saw the heroine being pushed down in front of the desk. His cheeks instantly became hot!

"Snap!" She closed the comic book and turned off the small desk lamp, and the room fell into darkness.

Before she lay down completely, Fu Ying said softly, "Don't want to watch it anymore?"

"No more reading, let's go to sleep." Song Shu lay down and pulled up the quilt. "I'm going to talk to Bo Li tomorrow, and I have to face more than a hundred other people."

Fu Ying hummed softly and said no more.

Song Shu subconsciously moved towards the heat source, and suddenly stiffened when he touched Fu Ying's warm body.

She held her breath and carefully turned over to lie on her back.

He slowly retracted his arms inward until he avoided physical contact with Fu Ying, then he relaxed his body and took a few deep breaths.

Fu Ying didn't move or make a sound, her breathing was steady, and she was not affected at all by the movement on her side.

Fu Ying likes her.

Song Shu slowly pulled the quilt, pressed down the corners of the quilt, and opened his eyes in the darkness.

Fu Ying kissed her while she was sleeping.

The person next to him turned over, and a hot breath instantly hit his cheek. Song Shu clearly heard the sound of his throat rolling, and his cheeks became hotter.

Fu Ying must have heard it too.

Song Shu closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, and tried to slowly slow down his heartbeat.

Tonight...Fu Ying won’t kiss her again, right?

Song Shu thought about these things in his mind, and as he thought, he gradually emptied himself, letting his consciousness sink freely and falling into a deep sleep.

……

Only when she heard the familiar rhythm of Song Shu's breathing did Fu Ying slowly open her eyes.

She listened quietly to Song Shu's breathing, stared at the dark ceiling for a long time, then slowly slid down from the bed, quietly took her windbreaker, changed into socks and shoes, and left the bedroom.

Rose was sleeping soundly in the living room, unaware that someone was leaving.

Fu Ying closed the door, put on his hood, and stood in the dark corridor for a while. Black mist surged, flowed, and returned around him.

Then she came to one end of the corridor, looked in the direction of Building No. 1, opened the window and jumped down.

Amid the strong wind and flying snow, she landed silently on the fifteenth floor of Building No. 1.

Late at night, the corridor was dark, with only the sound of unclear voices coming from behind a few doors.

Fu Ying walked slowly in the corridor until she came to Room 1508, which was close to the elevator. The black mist on her fingertips penetrated through the narrow crack in the door and she easily unlocked the door.

Fu Ying pushed open the door and walked in.

In the dark living room, Fu Ying saw some toys dropped on the floor. She sniffed the warm air, walked to the bedroom door, and unlocked the door in the same way.

The sounds of two intertwined breaths reached his ears from the wide bed. The black mist in Fu Ying's hand condensed into a long sword. He walked closer quietly and lowered his head to observe the sleeping face.

It is better to be cautious, the voice in her heart said, be cautious at all times.

She pointed the tip of the knife at the forehead of the person sleeping on the bed, gripped the handle with her long fingers, and slowly moved it down——

There were slight footsteps, and Fu Ying quickly turned around and faced the person who was coming.

Song Shu's face slowly emerged from the shadows, revealing eyes and eyebrows that showed no emotion.

Fu Ying's knife slowly dropped and he stood there motionless.

Under her gaze, Song Shu slowly shook his head, then turned and left.

Fu Ying turned her head to look at the boy who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She knew that she couldn't try it tonight no matter what, so she hid the murderous intent in her eyes and left indifferently.

She walked out of the door and saw Song Shu standing in the corridor, wearing a thin black shirt with the hem fluttering in the wind.

Fu Ying gritted his teeth, dismantled the knife in his hand, strode over, hugged the girl, and flew back to Building No. 2.

"When did you wake up?" After returning home, she grabbed Song Shu's wrist tightly and pressed her against the bedroom door. "You followed me?"

Song Shu didn't answer her, but remained silent.

Fu Ying held her shoulders and slowly tightened his grip: "Song Shu?"

"What about you?" Song Shu asked, "You want to kill them, right?"