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

When Song Shu returned to the living room, Fu Ying was taking off her vest, exposing her body in front of Song Shu.

"You're back?" Fu Ying walked towards the bathroom holding the vest. "Where did you go?"

"Send Luo Ze to Kong Sisi, where did you go?" Song Shu asked.

"I went to the western base and it was horrible to see, but there were still survivors rebuilding the base." Fu Ying said, "There are still a lot of people there... much more than I imagined."

"How many people are there, compared to the current number of people in our base?" Song Shu leaned against the edge of the bathroom, watching Fu Ying take off her trousers. A large area of ​​white instantly filled her vision.

"There are still a lot of people, about three hundred. There should have been five or six hundred before." Fu Ying was now only left with clothes covering her private parts. She said to Song Shu, "You want to take a shower with me?"

Song Shu waved his hand casually, and a full tank of hot water appeared in the bathtub.

"I've already washed, you can soak for a while." She looked at Fu Ying, "Sure enough, your figure is still as good as ever."

"Xiao Shu, you sound like we've been married for years." Fu Ying smiled, "But we haven't made any progress yet. When are you in the mood?"

"I just ran back from the brink of death, and I'm not in the mood yet." Song Shu touched his chin and stepped forward and stretched out his hand -

She whispered, "So round."

"..." Fu Ying let her touch him, her eyes dark, "Xiao Shu, don't touch me randomly."

Song Shu raised his hand and said nonchalantly: "I didn't touch you randomly. After all, you saw it with your own eyes."

"Are you in the mood to tease me, but not in the mood to... proceed to the next step?" Fu Ying asked.

Song Shu stepped back, hugged his arms and said, "I'm not in the mood yet, Fu Ying, go wash up."

"...How can I wash if you don't go out?" Fu Ying said, throwing the last piece of clothing into the basin, and lying in the bathtub with her long legs.

Then, she saw Song Shu copy a chair and sit only one step away from the bathtub, with his chin on the back of his hand, looking at her thoughtfully.

Fu Ying felt a little helpless when being looked at. She relaxed her body in the hot water and said calmly, "When do you want to see?"

"Until you finish your shower." Song Shu said, "Go ahead."

"Maybe... I'll be in the mood later."

Fu Ying always felt that she was a little strange now. She used her hands to rub soap bubbles on her face. Although she closed her eyes, she could still feel two pairs of eyes scanning her body.

"Xiao Shu... I always feel like something has changed about you." Fu Ying said.

"Don't talk, just wash like this." Song Shu's slightly cold voice sounded.

Fu Ying: "..."

She did as she was told, hoping that it would put Xiao Shu in a better mood.

Fu Ying was not shy at all, she washed her body calmly, and tried to stand up under Song Shu's gaze——

Song Shu's cold feet gently stepped on her warm shoulders.

"I didn't ask you to sit up."

Fu Ying slowly lay back down. Just as she was about to reach out and grab Song Shu's ankle, Song Shu retracted his foot.

"Go on, Fu Ying, I always feel...I feel better now."

What is going on?

Fu Ying finished washing in silence, and the water in the bathtub became turbid. Before she could speak, Song Shu let all the water fly out and flow slowly on the ground.

Then, clear hot water appeared in the bathtub.

"You need to wash your hair, Fu Ying, let me help you." Song Shu made a stream of warm water appear out of thin air above Fu Ying's head. Under her gaze, Fu Ying silently washed herself thoroughly.

The bathing problem that used to take ten minutes to solve took half an hour because of Song Shu's interference.

While Fu Ying was blow-drying her hair, she peeked through the mirror at Song Shu who was reading a book on the sofa.

Xiao Shu is...very strange today.

But... for some reason, she felt very comfortable and wanted to relive the feeling just now.

Xiao Shu's arrogant and disciplining demeanor made her extremely moved.

Could it be...is this what Bo Li and A Yan might do?

"——A-sneeze!"

“A-choo! A---choo!!!”

Ah Yan sat on the bed and sneezed several times in a row. Bo Li looked at her worriedly: "Has your physical condition also deteriorated?"

"I don't know," Ah Yan rubbed his nose, "Maybe someone scolded me."

Bo Li stuffed the strawberry into her mouth and said, "Don't be so annoying. Who would scold you at this time? You should dress yourself up before going to bed. Do you hear me?"

A Yan lay down, resting his head on her legs, slowly chewing the juicy strawberries.

"alright."

……

Song Shu leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs and read a novel.

Fu Ying, wearing a scented nightgown, sat beside her: "What are you looking at?"

"I can't read it." Song Shu said, "I don't know what he is writing. I am thinking about something."

"...What is Xiao Shu thinking about?" Fu Ying asked cautiously.

Song Shu supported his head with his hands, closed the novel, and casually threw it on the coffee table, almost letting it slip off the edge.

"I was thinking..." Song Shu pressed his cheek with his fingers, his dark and bright eyes showing his thoughts, "my former self."

"You in the past?" Fu Ying stretched out his arm and held her waist. "Why do you want to think about the past?"

Song Shu pushed her arm away: "I don't understand... I always feel that I am different from before. Is it because I have upgraded my level?"

"You are indeed different from before." Fu Ying leaned over and kissed her cheek, "You are... so brave today."

Song Shu was still pressing her face carelessly with her fingers. She suddenly said, "'Return your hand.'"

Fu Ying stopped kissing her suddenly, and her heart, which originally had romantic thoughts, became a little colder.

"What……?"

"How about the name 'Fu Shou'?" Song Shu stared at her. "I think it's good. It sounds very bold."

"...Very good, why did you suddenly...think of this name?" Fu Ying said softly.

"This... I'm not too sure. I don't know why, but when I was dying, I heard a lot of unclear voices..." Song Shu said, "Is it possible that that will be my future?"

"But I don't have the ability to see into the future. Could those voices be extracted from the memories of the Soul Devourer? Fu Ying, what do you think?"

Fu Ying's voice rolled over several times in her throat, and she murmured, "I think... you might be hallucinating, baby."

"But this name is really nice. I plan to call it this from now on." Song Shu said, reaching out to hook the belt of her nightgown and untying it easily, "But... why are you wearing this today?"

"Xiao Shu, you are very different today." Fu Ying said, "Did you watch something weird?"

Song Shu's gaze stayed on her, looking at her unscrupulously.

"Ah... maybe." She said, "I saw some people's memories, and it was related to... that thing."

"Actually, I kind of want to try it, Fu Ying."