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

The two were kissing and touching each other in the bedroom when suddenly there was a crisp sound of something breaking in the living room.

Even though Song Shu was a little drunk, she was frightened and pushed Fu Ying away. She wanted to stand up to see, but was held down by Fu Ying.

Fu Ying pecked her and whispered, "I'll get you some lemonade, and we'll go to bed after you finish drinking it."

Song Shu blinked her eyes, still very sleepy. She pulled the quilt to cover herself and stared at Fu Ying as she walked out.

Luo Ze broke a can of fruit in the living room. When she saw Fu Ying coming out, she was so scared that she didn't dare to move.

"It's okay, go wash up and go to bed." Fu Ying said, "I'll clean up."

Her attitude suddenly changed, even becoming much softer. Luo Ze was surprised and suspicious. He slowly moved to the bathroom, not forgetting to look back at Fu Ying who was cleaning with a broom.

It's not fierce anymore, but I'm still a little uncomfortable with it.

Luo Ze looked at her for a few seconds and closed the bathroom door.

By the way...it turns out that Squirrel Sister and Big Sister actually like each other?

It turns out that girls can like girls too.

……

After Fu Ying cleaned up the garbage, Luo Ze had already finished taking showers and came out. She quickly climbed onto the bed and took out the computer to play a disc.

Fu Ying brought the lemonade to the bedroom, and Song Shu was already lying on the bed and snoring.

After she calmed down, she suddenly realized that the relationship between her and Song Shu had changed.

It’s my girlfriend.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pinched Song Shu's still rosy face: "Baby, get up and drink some lemon water before going to sleep."

Song Shu felt uncomfortable with her pinching. He opened his eyes drowsily and drank a few sips of lemon water under Fu Ying's gentle coaxing. It tasted extremely sweet and sour.

She smacked her lips, feeling her mouth dry, so she downed the whole glass and spit out the lemon slice.

Fu Ying said again: "Let's take a shower before going to bed?"

Song Shu was very sleepy and refused her: "Oh, let's wash it tomorrow morning... I'm so sleepy."

Fu Ying had no choice but to bring a basin of hot water, take off her coat, and gently wipe her face and neck with a hot towel.

Song Shu was sleeping very soundly and was woken up in the middle of the night, but she didn't have the energy to stop Fu Ying. After Fu Ying took the basin away, she fell asleep again in a daze.

Fu Ying turned off the light in the bedroom, climbed onto the bed and held her in his arms. He lowered his head with satisfaction and rubbed her soft and warm cheek with his nose, unable to resist stealing a kiss.

Although, I can kiss openly in the future.

Fu Ying tucked in the corners of the quilt for Song Shu, gently touched Song Shu's back with her fingers, and silently repeated the word "girlfriend".

Girlfriend, girlfriend...

If she hadn't been reborn, how could she have thought that she could be as happy as she is today?

Fu Ying pondered in a daze, and suddenly an idea occurred to her: Could it be that it was not the instruction from heaven, but her passive ability triggered some unknown condition, which conveyed the memory of her dead self to her who had just awakened?

The one who died was the original her, but the one who has the memories is also the original her. Both of them are her.

Besides her passive ability, who else can regenerate?

Fu Ying thought a lot in her mind, and finally, while looking at Song Shu's sleeping face, she slowly put aside those distracting thoughts and closed her eyes to rest.

When the day comes again, she will have a girlfriend who loves her.

……

Song Shu's sleep was very comfortable and sweet.

She turned over, straddling the warm, soft surface, hugging the tree trunk like a Coby Bear, in an ungraceful sleeping position.

Who is she hugging? Yes, it's Fu Ying. So comfortable... Wait? Fu Ying? !

Song Shu suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw Fu Ying's closed eyes and slightly furrowed brows, he was so shocked that he swallowed his saliva.

Memories of last night came rushing back. She remembered the state banquet in the living room, the confession in the hallway, and—

Also, kissing.

A very passionate and reckless kiss.

Song Shu carefully let go of Fu Ying's legs and arms, but he didn't expect that this action would wake her up.

Fu Ying opened her dark eyes and saw that Song Shu had woken up. Her eyes were quickly filled with a gentle smile, which made Song Shu's heart beat fast.

"Good morning." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu stuttered, "Morning...you're awake too?"

Fu Ying smiled, which made Song Shu's face flush. She opened her mouth and whispered, "Fu Ying, I..."

Fu Ying's face quickly enlarged in front of her, and a solid kiss fell on Song Shu's lips.

The kiss ended lightly, and Fu Ying said calmly, "My girlfriend went to bed without taking a shower last night. When you wake up, go to the bathroom and wash up."

Girlfriend—Ahhhhhhh girlfriend!

Song Shu covered her face and screamed in her heart. She remembered the complete memory of last night!

A girlfriend! She confessed successfully! Fu Ying is her girlfriend now!

Song Shu suddenly shrank back in fear. She held Fu Ying's hand tightly and said hesitantly, "Fu Ying, have you liked me for a long time?"

Fu Ying smiled slightly: "Yes, I've only been here for a few days, and I'm already attracted to you."

Song Shu's face became even hotter: "You, what do you like about me?"

"I like everything." Fu Ying said, "As long as it's you."

She held Song Shu's fingers together and said seriously, "My girlfriend, don't feel sorry for yourself and think that you will lose this relationship."

"Since I have chosen to stay here, even if you don't like me, I will continue to love you here." She said, "No one will make my heart beat faster than you. You are the first and the last."

Song Shu's face was burning, and he yelled, "Oh, stop talking. Why didn't I realize you were so good at saying sweet words before?"

Fu Ying said: "I only say sweet words to my girlfriend."

She leaned over to kiss Song Shu's lips. Song Shu half-heartedly agreed to the kiss, but he still stumbled and didn't get the point.

After a few kisses, Song Shu broke away from the kiss, pushed Fu Ying away and muttered, "I didn't brush my teeth."

She climbed out of the quilt, got out of bed and ran straight to the bathroom, throwing Fu Ying on the bed.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she wanted to go back, but was hesitant. She pursed her lips and looked at the mirror with a red face.

girlfriend……

She suddenly held her face and laughed silently. God knew she would actually have a girlfriend.

Luo Ze was sleeping soundly in the living room. Song Shu walked over, took the computer with CD-ROM on her bed, and gently placed it on the coffee table. He then opened the balcony curtains and looked at the black wall that had grown to thirteen stories high yesterday, and the wall was covered with white snow.

Song Shu touched the cold glass, and her smiling face gradually faded appeared on the window.

"You will lose everything - until your life ends."

The sinister snake-like voice in the dream returned to his mind and repeated in Song Shu's ears with a hissing sound.

If being haunted by nightmares is a calamity that is bound to happen to her in her life——

"I won't."

Song Shu stood in front of the sliding door. Although his voice was so soft that even he couldn't hear it clearly, his tone was firm.

She won't lose everything.

The hissing and repeated curse suddenly dissipated from my ears.

Song Shu stood for a while, turned around and went back to the bedroom. When he opened the door, Fu Ying was leaning on the bed, holding a small colorful box in her hand, and raised her eyebrows at Song Shu.

"Are you so well prepared?"

Song Shu closed the door: "Because I can be sure of one thing."

"what?"

"I am not Plato."

——End of Volume 1——

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