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

Song Shu teleported to the rooftop of Building No. 3, and stood there overlooking the area below. Everywhere was covered with a layer of white snow, and outside the black wall, there were no more monsters wandering around.

However, from her perspective, there was a figure swaying in the distance.

She believed that there were definitely more survivors than just in this community. Perhaps there were even more survivors gathered in the city center.

She put on her hood and rubbed her ears which were hurt by the cold wind. The temperature outside was now high enough to freeze the water pipes. She wondered how the survivors in other places would survive without water.

She leaped down and stopped at the floor where Boli and Ayan lived, then spread her wings and flew in through the corridor window and knocked on the door of their house.

"Dong dong dong."

Bo Li's soft and smooth body moved in A Yan's arms. She yawned and asked sleepily, "Is it Song Shu?"

Ah Yan reluctantly held down her body as she tried to get up: "I'll go open the door, you lie down and continue to sleep."

Bo Li scratched his face, his shoulders exposed outside the quilt. Ah Yan pulled the quilt up and said, "If you dare to let Song Shu see you... I will be rude to her."

Bo Li complained: "Then Fu Ying will also be rude to you."

Ah Yan snorted coldly: "I'm not afraid of her."

She got out of bed and left the bedroom. She put her nose close to the milk flannel quilt and sniffed the strange smell in the quilt. She recalled what happened last night and her face became hot.

Ah Yan opened the door and looked at Song Shu outside. He subconsciously took back the harsh words he wanted to say and asked unhappily, "What time is it now?"

Song Shu: "It's almost nine o'clock."

Ah Yan: "Come here so early?"

Song Shu: "…It's getting late."

She walked into the living room under Ah Yan's gaze, looked at the at least twenty boxes of supplies on the floor, and said, "What about the small profit?"

Ah Yan: "I'm sleeping. If we want to gather everyone together for a talk, let's talk about it this afternoon."

Song Shu rubbed his hands awkwardly and said unnaturally: "This is it, I want to ask you something."

Ah Yan motioned for her to sit on the sofa: "Get your drink yourself, I'll go ask her."

Song Shu stared at the cans on the coffee table, thinking of Fu Ying. She couldn't sit still, so she stood up and paced around the living room, her eyes wandering over the boxes of supplies.

It seemed that they had counted the number of people last night and took away the remaining supplies.

Song Shu walked to the LCD TV and looked at a large box on the cupboard, which contained many colorful boxes.

Song Shu took a glance and found that it was not food.

She reached out and took out a box. On the packaging was a drawn hand with a very pink transparent cap on the index finger.

"More comfortable, more caring, more moisturizing - better understanding of the sensitive hearts of Chinese women."

Song Shu looked at the packaging box over and over again, then took out two other boxes of different colors, each with a different style.

What classic, assault, heat conduction, slim, Pro upgrade...

Song Shu put the things down, and curiosity drove her to rummage through the box. There were several toy boxes of rabbits, dolphins, and birds at the bottom, as well as a black box and various collars with chains.

Song Shu put the things back and exhaled silently, her face full of heat. She looked down at her toes and suddenly heard Ah Yan's voice: "I forgot to put it away."

Song Shu suddenly raised his head and saw Ah Yan with a subtle smile on her face. She took the box away and glanced at Song Shu up and down: "You are blushing."

Song Shu: "You...you..."

"Everyone has it. Don't tell me you are Plato." Ah Yan said nonchalantly, carrying the box back to the bedroom. "Bo Li will come out later."

Song Shu was stunned for a few seconds, and tried to explain anxiously: "No, I didn't--"

She understood the little boxes at the top, but what were those things at the bottom! Who would have the time to hoard so many of them—so many messy props!

She has always read very innocent books and comics, okay?

Song Shu rubbed his eyebrows, walked directly to the sofa and sat down, then opened a can of cold grape juice and drank it in big gulps.

What - what, she had never come into contact with these before, let alone thought that she would use them -

Also, can these be used? Can Fu Ying also use them?

She couldn't imagine it... so embarrassing.

Song Shu stared straight at a lychee-shaped tea pet on the coffee table and drank the beverage mechanically.

It was not until Bo Li finished dressing and came out of the room that she looked up and greeted him: "Good morning..."

Bo Li simply changed into his pajamas and said softly, "Good morning, did Ah Yan tease you again?"

Song Shu put down the can of drink. The redness on her earlobe had already betrayed her: "I just didn't expect... that you two would actually use those things..."

Bo Li gathered up his nightgown and sat beside her: "What's wrong? That's normal. Ah Yan and I tried it six years ago."

"In-in the forty days you've been dating?" Song Shu was dumbfounded. "Aren't you guys moving too fast?"

"I was young and frivolous, and wanted to try everything." Bo Li said lightly, "The experience was not very good because I had no experience, but now..."

"Wait." Song Shu didn't come to listen to them talk about their experience, "I have something to ask you."

Bo Li understood and said, "It's Fu Ying, you had a quarrel with her yesterday, right?"

Song Shu: “Eh?”

Bo Li raised his eyebrows: "I can understand your feelings very well. When the person you love is hurt or in danger, you will feel extremely angry while being worried and wish you could never forgive her again."

Song Shu was stunned for a while before he said hesitantly, "I didn't say... I like her, but I do have the feeling you described."

"This is love." Bo Li said seriously, "Love is different from friendship, Song Shu."

Song Shu touched his nose, looked away anxiously, and curled up his toes in his shoes.

“But I don’t know - is this what love is?” she said. “Even if we were friends, I would still worry about her getting into trouble, and I would be angry and not want to forgive her.”

Bo Li nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed... But friendship and love are different. If something happens to me, you may not commit suicide."

Song Shu: "...Can you please stop talking nonsense?"

Ah Yan also came over and glared at Bo Li. Just when Song Shu thought she was going to start making sarcastic remarks, Ah Yan just glared at him and asked, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"

"Take two pieces of bread and eat them," said Boli, "and help yourself."

Ah Yan: "Come on, after you finish the bread you will ask for sausage, boiled eggs, chicken legs, and potato chips."

Boli took her hand and explained with a smile. A Yan scratched Boli's chin and turned to look for food in the box.

Song Shu looked at their sweet interaction, lowered his head and rubbed his overalls hard with his sleeves.

If Fu Ying died...what would she do?

It's not like she hadn't thought about this question before, but yesterday, she knew the answer.