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

Song Shu has a serious mental illness, which is a secret that no one knows.

She herself did not go to the hospital for treatment because she did not want to delay her studies and work.

Of course, if she could have predicted the outbreak of the apocalypse in advance, she would not have gone to the hospital. She did not want to dissect the past and let an expert analyze her condition.

More importantly, she had managed to escape from the pain during those days, and had not had a relapse in the four years in Aito City, so she naturally ignored the physical and psychological problems.

Fu Ying carried her back upstairs and grabbed her coat as well.

Song Shu knew that he had done something wrong, so he could only keep a straight face and say sorry in a low voice.

Fu Ying touched her body to check if she had any injuries. Upon hearing this, he simply said, "Aren't we playing the kind of role-playing game you mentioned?"

Song Shu was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "Really?"

"..." Fu Ying gave her a way out, but she refused. He reached out his hands to hold her face and pecked her cold lips.

Fu Ying felt more distressed when she saw Song Shu's confused look. She said nothing, took a hot towel to wipe Song Shu's face, and took off her shoes and socks.

Seeing how considerate she was, Song Shu shrank back onto the sofa and said, "I'll do it myself."

"What do you want to eat? Go take a hot bath first, I'll make it." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu lowered his eyes, feeling uncomfortable in his chest.

"No, I'm sick now," she muttered.

Fu Ying: "Looking at my stunning beauty, can't you eat?"

Song Shu glanced at her and said, "If you were so beautiful, I wouldn't have to eat. I'd just eat you."

Fu Ying touched her hand, lowered his head and kissed her fingers, and said seriously: "That's great, I will give you an extraordinary experience."

Song Shu poked her cheek with his index finger and said, "You wish. If you say two years, it will be two years."

"I'll come whenever you want." Fu Ying stretched out his clean hands and waved them in front of her.

Song Shu looked at her hand and suddenly remembered the man who was injured by the throat. The nausea and vomiting felt even more deadly, so he quickly turned his head and covered his mouth.

Fu Ying: "...Baby, I don't look that disgusting, do I?"

"No, don't do that kind of thing again." Song Shu covered his mouth, his voice muffled, "Don't make the scene so bloody all the time."

Seeing that she had recovered a little, Fu Ying comforted her: "Okay, I will try my best not to let them die by bleeding a drop in the future."

"That's not what I meant..." Song Shu put down his hand and stared at the sofa for a long time. Fu Ying waited patiently beside him and heard her say, "I know you have a lot to ask me."

"I have a lot to ask you, but you don't have to answer." Fu Ying said, "I'm your girlfriend, I definitely want to know everything about you, but you also have your own space, baby."

"..." Song Shu hugged his legs, stared at his feet, and asked her again, "Do you feel it?"

Fu Ying thought of several responses before finally admitting, "I feel your pain."

"Did that woman dressed like a white goose ruin your life?" She knelt on the sofa, gently stroked Song Shu's earlobe, and whispered in her ear, "As long as you are willing..."

"I'm not the one who was ruined." Song Shu raised his head calmly, "I won't let that kind of scum ruin me."

Fu Ying understood what she meant and said, "Your sister doesn't seem to know that she knows you."

"Well, I think Xia Fu has always told them about my changed name." Song Shu said self-deprecatingly, "After all, she herself knows how much I hate that name."

It just so happens that people who know that she has this name are still alive today, surrounded by people, and possess powerful superpowers and levels.

Why do people like this want to live? Why can they live so well?

She had seen through it before and felt that no matter what, she could not change the evil in human nature. She wanted to go to a place where no one knew her, heal her wounds slowly and forget the unpleasant past.

She never thought that she would see Li Shuang again.

"...Xiaoqi, why are they bullying you? Is it because you did something wrong?"

"Song Qi - your name is really heartbreaking. Why would your family name you like this?"

"Xiaoqi, will you be my dog?"

"Xiaoqi, you can't resist like this, or they will become even more aggressive towards you."

Fu Ying took the kettle to boil water, sat next to Song Shu, and opened her arms.

But Song Shu did not throw himself into her arms, but was in a daze. Fu Ying had to say softly: "So, your sister knows that she--"

"She wouldn't know." Song Shu said calmly, "Xia Fu is four years older than me and skipped a grade. When I was still being bullied in junior high school, she went abroad to study, working part-time and has stayed abroad ever since."

"She didn't come back to attend their wedding until my father died and my mother got a stepfather." Song Shu said, "When she saw me again, her face looked better than before. She stuffed some money into my pocket and left overnight."

"So Shafu never heard about you being bullied." Fu Ying said, "If she knew that guy bullied you, she would probably break her neck like she did with the Mind Reader."

"I don't care how she feels." Song Shu said, "Do you think I care? Do you think I would be close to her and be good sisters?"

Fu Ying: "Li Shuang..."

Song Shu looked at her expressionlessly without saying anything.

Fu Ying closed her mouth and said carefully: "Xiao Shu?"

Song Shu: "Is she beautiful?"

Fu Ying: “No.”

"Lying." Song Shu sneered, "Even I can't say a derogatory word about her face now."

"I'm telling the truth." Fu Ying said, "What defines beauty? In my eyes, I don't think she is beautiful, nor do I think Gu Nini is beautiful. A good appearance must have a soul that I love to be considered beautiful."

"Come on," Song Shu stepped on her thigh. Fu Ying thought his willful behavior was quite cute. "If others see you being so slick, they will probably be shocked."

Fu Ying smiled and said, "Do you want to kill her? Or torture her? What do you want? Do you want to peel off her skin and flesh first, or remove her bones, or cut off her limbs?"

Song Shu pursed his lips.

"If I want to torture someone, what's the difference between me and a bully?" she said. "I should just ignore her, like looking at a stone, without any feeling."

"I think killing her directly would be too easy for her, but torturing her would have a bad influence on me, and not torturing her would make me feel sorry for my childhood self."

"So, what do you think I should do, Fu Ying? I'm even worried that killing her will affect the base's subsequent battle against the zombies. Her shield is at least stronger than Bo Li's telekinetic barrier. She can't die now."

"But looking at her face and letting her touch my body, I feel so sorry for myself ten years ago." Song Shu looked at his hands and murmured, "Ten years ago...Song Qi."

Fu Ying held her healed hand tightly and said, "Then let her live for a while, and then kill her after you've used her."

Song Shu lowered his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched bitterly.

"it is good."