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

"Go down." Song Shu said.

Upon hearing this, Fu Ying just hugged her tighter.

Song Shu directly pulled the quilt aside, revealing his head, and said in a clear and angry voice: "Don't hug me, don't touch me."

Fu Ying felt her arm being twisted, but she didn't let go. Instead, she whispered softly behind Song Shu's ear, revealing a hint of grievance.

"But my hand was crushed, and now I can't use any strength."

Song Shu was silent for a few seconds, then said coldly in the darkness: "You asked for it."

Fu Ying exhaled lightly and continued, "Yes, I asked for it. Even if my wrist is broken, my ribs are cracked, and my chest is bleeding, I deserve it."

She felt Song Shu's breathing trembling, so she softened her tone: "It hurts, Xiao Shu, but I must kill that Zisang. In order to kill him, I must endure this pain--"

"Shut up." Song Shu said, "It's no use playing the victim in front of me."

Fu Ying didn't say anything else, but Song Shu's chest heaved violently as if the fuse of a bomb had been opened, and then he turned around abruptly.

She leaned over and bit Fu Ying's exposed shoulder hard.

The bite is very strong and the attitude is very determined. It will not let go until it is bitten.

Fu Ying groaned and laughed softly, as if indulging him.

Song Shu relaxed, touched the deep mark with his fingertips, and pressed down hard.

“You’re an asshole,” she said.

Fu Ying: "Well, I'm the bastard. If you want to punish me, you don't have to bite my shoulder."

Song Shu panted softly, and placed his palm on Fu Ying's abdomen through the clothes: "Where does it hurt?"

Fu Ying hugged her, the curve of his lips became bigger and bigger, and his tone of voice became much happier when he spoke: "It hurts a lot, you need to keep rubbing it."

Song Shu pursed his lips and moved his fingertips, carefully touching the outline of the ribs under the warm skin.

"You deserve it." She said as she pressed down hard. Fu Ying inhaled with a hissing sound and touched the back of her neck helplessly, allowing her to bully her as she pleased.

"Xiao Shu, the pain you give me is different from the pain that Guaisang gives me." Fu Ying murmured, "If you give me more, I will be willing."

Song Shu's face turned red and he was a little angry: "What kind of crooked theory did you learn?"

She suddenly pulled her hand back, her heart pounding, knowing that she was completely finished.

Is that a drawbridge effect? ​​No.

She knew exactly what she was thinking at the time.

The huge panic is comparable to the loneliness in a dream, and anger is the best disguise to cover up the helplessness. The angrier and more panicked she is, the clearer her heart can be.

Can't lose, must not lose, dare not lose, unwilling to lose.

Fu Ying hugged Song Shu tightly, their bodies pressed against each other, transmitting their own warmth.

"I swear, I will never leave without consulting you when I'm in danger," said Fu Ying.

Song Shu was stunned for a while, then lowered his head and continued to bite the teeth marks just left.

Fu Ying traced her back and thought secretly that if Song Shu liked to bite people, then she would be in trouble in the future.

The fangs on his shoulder loosened, followed by a soft lick. Fu Ying's heart was pounding, and he hummed softly, muttering, "Don't lick..."

Song Shu immediately let go of her, his breathing was disordered, but he did not move away as Fu Ying said. He involuntarily touched Fu Ying's neck with the tip of his nose, smelling the rich sweet fragrance, and then started biting her again.

Fu Ying's neck was very thin. She tilted her head back, stretched her neck, and stared at somewhere in the dark space. Her throat couldn't help but roll, and then Song Shu held the rolling part in his mouth and bit it gently.

Do squirrels bite people like this?

It felt a little painful, a little itchy, and a subtle sense of heat, urging her to ask Song Shu for more.

But after biting her neck and shoulders, Song Shu gasped softly a few times, turned around and ignored her.

Fu Ying felt disappointed for a moment, thinking that Song Shu would continue to move forward or backward.

She hugged Song Shu: "Are you done venting? Are you not angry anymore?"

"Why are you angry? You are a great contributor." Song Shu said in a steady tone, "Go to sleep and have a rest tonight."

Fu Ying had just put the tip of her nose close to the back of Song Shu's neck, and her teeth had just touched his skin, when she heard Song Shu say, "You can't."

Fu Ying pursed her lips. The slight pain in her neck and shoulders had not completely dissipated. She tentatively said, "But, I didn't reject you..."

"So what?" Song Shu said as a matter of course, with his back to her, "Anyway, you are not allowed to bite or touch it."

Fu Ying: "..."

It was such an overbearing request, but she had to accept it.

"Okay, I won't bite." She said, "Go to bed early, baby."

Song Shu sighed and reached out to pinch her arm: "Don't shout—"

"Can't I even shout?" Fu Ying's tone was filled with grievance, "I'm still a patient now."

"You are a purple monster, you should have recovered a long time ago, stop playing the victim here." Song Shu said unceremoniously, "If you don't want to sleep well, go out, turn right and sleep in the living room with Luo Ze."

Fu Ying helped her pull up the quilt and whispered, "Then I won't shout."

Song Shu: “…”

She lowered her eyes and pressed her chest. Her heart beat loudly, hitting the palm of her hand through her skin.

She was afraid that Fu Ying would die and leave her. Did it mean that she loved him?

She wants to get close to Fu Ying, smell Fu Ying's scent, and bite Fu Ying's skin. Does she like her?

But... she is not ready yet. If they were to fall in love, they would have to take it a step further and have that kind of... feeling for each other's bodies, right?

It seems that it hasn’t reached that stage yet. Should we wait a little longer?

"Go to sleep." Fu Ying said, "I'll wake you up if anything happens."

Go to sleep, go to sleep... Song Shu thought, closed his eyes, and grabbed Fu Ying's arm with his five fingers. He rubbed his cheek against the pillow, found a comfortable position, relaxed his body and fell asleep.

After a moment, Fu Ying listened to Song Shu's long breathing, leaned over and kissed the small earlobe.

"Don't you know I'm jealous?" she murmured.

But forget it.

At least today, she is satisfied.