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

Li Shuang couldn't stop coughing up blood, his vision blurred, he looked up and saw the person standing in front of him.

"Shafer..."

The whites of Fu Ying's eyes were bloodshot. She stared straight at Xia Fu, and through her, at another person.

"I said, if your people act rashly, I will kill her."

Fu Ying was full of murderous intent, but Xia Fu pulled Li Shuang up and tilted his head to look at her: "No, you can't kill Li Shuang."

Fu Ying: "Song Shu is your sister."

Schaffer: “You don’t need to remind me of this.”

The two people's cold eyes collided with each other, and neither of them gave in. Fu Ying tried to kill Li Shuang with the black thorn, but was intercepted by Xia Fu's shadow technique, and the fight continued in the air.

Song Shu covered her eyes and clenched her back teeth. She slowly loosened her hands, looked at Fu Ying's red eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

"We can't kill him, at least not now." She said, "Fu Ying, forget it, let's go back, let's go."

Fu Ying flew away with her without saying a word, and put the black bracelet back on Li Shuang's hand.

Shaffer stood there, watching them fly back to Building Two.

"You bully my sister?" she asked.

Li Shuang lowered her head. Xia Fu took out a cigarette from his pocket and said slowly, "I don't quite understand. You seem to like her?"

She turned around and looked at Li Shuang, whose down jacket was covered in dust. The emotion in her tone was hard to discern: "Be careful not to do stupid things under my nose."

She handed a cigarette to Li Shuang's mouth, but the latter did not respond, so Xia Fu pinched her chin hard until she opened her mouth.

"Sleep with it in your mouth tonight." Shaffer put the cigarette on her tongue and said meaningfully, "I'll check it."

Li Shuang's face turned pale, and she suddenly spit the cigarette towards Xia Fu's face.

Xia Fu's face suddenly turned cold, and he pinched her cheek hard: "Be obedient, you are mine now."

Li Shuang trembled all over and slowly lowered her head.

Shaffer stuffed the cigarette case into her collar and coldly stirred it in her mouth with his fingers.

"Don't forget what I said, Building 0301, , don't be late."

She walked away.

Li Shuang took out the cigarette box and looked at the high walls on the east and west sides. It was so dark that she couldn't see anyone clearly.

Xiafu has two special powers, in addition to "shadow control", there is also "flying sound". I guess she has been listening to the conversation between herself and Xiaoqi, and blocked other people to prevent them from hearing their voices.

But, you can’t protect yourself from this black bracelet.

Li Shuang stood there for a long time, looking around elsewhere.

I wonder if anyone saw what happened just now.

But Shaffer never cared about her dignity.

Li Shuang held the cigarette box and slowly walked towards the gate of Building No. 3.

……

Song Shu watched Fu Ying crushing one glass after another in the living room and rubbed his brows.

"I'm fine, really," she said. "I'm just being controlled."

Fu Ying's face was so gloomy that black water seemed to be dripping out.

"She wants to kiss you." She said bitterly, "One is not enough, and here comes a second one. I'm going to kill them all—"

Song Shu was stunned: "Which one? Who are you referring to?"

Fu Ying suddenly closed her mouth and viciously crushed the new glass cup that Song Shu had copied.

She crushed one and Song Shu copied one, which was equivalent to coaxing his girlfriend.

"I didn't kiss her, and besides, I didn't expect her to want to kiss me - it's disgusting." Song Shu wiped his face with a towel, "Don't be angry."

Fu Ying looked at the broken glass on her hands and covered them all with black mist. She walked out of the bathroom, held Song Shu's face and asked seriously, "Have you ever liked her?"

Song Shu stepped on her hard.

Fu Ying laughed out loud, and Song Shu stared at her, wondering if she had gone crazy from the shock.

"What's in your head? How could I possibly like her?" Song Shu said, "What you said is really hurtful. I'm not a masochist—"

Fu Ying blocked her mouth with a kiss.

Song Shu blinked, and her unstable emotions slowly eased after Fu Ying let her go.

"Your sister is sick, yet you're protecting her."

Song Shu pulled the corner of his mouth and shrugged, "Don't think that she said I can kill her people at will. If it really comes to this, she will be more protective than you."

Fu Ying said: "Don't you know her?"

"At least I understand the essence of it." Song Shu said, "After all, we came from the same mother. How could she and I not be like sisters?"

Fu Ying pushed her against the sink: "I don't think you are the same as your sister."

Song Shu put his arm around her neck and said, "I didn't say that she and I are the same kind of people."

Fu Ying couldn't help but kiss her, the kiss became more and more passionate, and he carried her back to the bedroom.

They could barely hear each other's breathing. Fu Ying turned on the desk lamp, and the hazy warm light shone on Song Shu's face.

Fu Ying used his eyes to depict every part of her face in fascination, and murmured, "Is it okay?"

Song Shu's face was flushed, as red as an apple, which made Fu Ying feel itchy, so she repeated it in a low voice.

Song Shu's face turned red and he wanted to refuse. Just as he stretched out his hand to push Fu Ying's shoulder, she pressed down on him, held her chin and kissed her.

"Is it okay?" After kissing for about a few dozen seconds, Fu Ying let go of her lips and asked in a low voice.

Song Shu: "I... um..."

As soon as she showed signs of rejection, Fu Ying would block her lips with a kiss.

After five repetitions, Song Shu's lips were swollen from being kissed. Before the swelling even subsided, Fu Ying asked again, "Is it okay?"

Song Shu wanted to cry but had no tears. Her body was incredibly hot. She murmured, "Yes... yes..."

A few wisps of black mist flew past quickly, rolling up all the boxes in the box and sending them to the pillow. Fu Ying held the box in front of her and shook it gently: "Which one do you want? Hmm?"

Fu Ying was shaking too fast, and Song Shu couldn't see the words on it clearly, so she changed to a new box and shook it again.

"This one? Or this one? We can use the most basic style, depending on what you want. You must be afraid of pain, so let's take it slow. Do you need a little rabbit--"

Before Fu Ying finished speaking, Song Shu covered her mouth. She felt hot all over, and she didn't know whether it was because of shyness or embarrassment.

"Don't, don't ask..." She stuttered under Fu Ying's affectionate gaze, "Just, just the basic style..."

Fu Ying's eyebrows were curved, full of tenderness: "Okay, let's take it slow, Xiao Shu, I won't let you feel any pain."

Song Shu was so embarrassed that he wanted to cover his face, but Fu Ying gently took his hand away.

"Xiao Shu, you have to look at me."

Song Shu stared at her face blankly, unable to help but rolling in his throat, muttering: "You have no experience, I'm worried..."

Fu Ying: "Take your time to look for it. There's no rush."

Song Shu: "Do you love me?"

Fu Ying: "Xiao Shu, I love you."

She looked at Song Shu, who looked uneasy, and held his fingers tightly together: "I love you, and nothing will change."

Song Shu's slightly stiff body relaxed and he muttered, "But why is it you who wears it and not me?"

Fu Ying was amused by her, and her words became ambiguous unconsciously: "Because I'm better than you."

Song Shu: "Impossible, lie down, I'll do it."

Fu Ying held down her moving arms and gently kissed her fair and slender neck.

Song Shu struggled for a few times, and acquiesced to the first position. She closed her eyes slightly and tilted her head back.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of banging on the door outside was so loud that it pressed the ears of the two people like a death accusation!

Song Shu opened his eyes and saw Fu Ying’s face turned dark.