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

Fu Ying thought Song Shu was going to do something, but he just untied her belt and looked at her figure.

After a moment, Song Shu sighed and helped her pull up her nightgown.

"Forget it, you're still young." Song Shu said calmly, "In two years."

Fu Ying: "..."

She moved close to Song Shu's body, held his white and tender hand, and leaned over to kiss it.

"Xiao Shu, you don't have to wait." Fu Ying whispered, "I am willing, you just need to enjoy it."

Song Shu pulled out his hand and gently touched her head.

"You know, Fu Ying," Song Shu said, "Once you miss an opportunity, it will be difficult to achieve your goal again."

"Xiao Shu, are you feeling better now?" Fu Ying stood up, held Song Shu's cheek, observed her indifferent eyebrows, and felt lost.

"No." Song Shu said, quietly releasing his supernatural powers to read Fu Ying's mind.

The scene before her eyes was charming and touching, with low sobbing sounds and passionate love words ringing out at the same time, and also - unbearable sounds of movements that made her blush and her heart beat fast.

Song Shu tilted his head slightly, and his eyes changed strangely when he looked at Fu Ying.

"Fu Ying, have you already thought about how to ravage me?"

Fu Ying was stunned and said, "Xiao Shu, don't read my mind..."

"Is there anything you can't let me read?" Song Shu raised the corners of his lips and kissed Fu Ying on the lips, "Fu Ying, I like you very much. I love you very much."

"Even if everyone in the world could betray me, you can't betray me, right?" she said, "You only love me, right?"

Fu Ying nodded: "Yes, I only love you."

"Well, that's good." Song Shu touched her neck and collarbone, his fingertips wandering on her smooth skin, "Fu Ying, I don't believe that other people love me, I only believe in you."

"So you...can't let me down."

When Song Shu said this, her eyes were less gentle and more calm and ruthless. She pressed her fingers on the depression of Fu Ying's collarbone and rubbed it slowly.

Fu Ying simply loved the way she looked now, and leaned over to kiss her madly.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, and a feeling of comfort and numbness surged through my body.

Song Shu put his arms around Fu Ying's neck and responded slowly but passionately.

Fu Ying couldn't bear it any longer, so he just hugged her and lay down on the sofa.

The despair that surged over her body when she was about to lose her lover even became her nightmare at night. At that time, she could not imagine what she would do if Song Shu turned into a weird despair.

Now thinking about it, even if Song Shu became a weirdo, she still didn't want to let go. Wherever Song Shu went, she would follow him.

Song Shu closed his eyes slightly and let Fu Ying place hot and wet kisses on his face.

The sofa was very soft, and it sank slowly due to the weight of two people.

Fu Ying put a pillow under Song Shu. She stroked Song Shu's cheek carefully and gently, and her chest rose and fell faster.

The curtains had been completely drawn and the lights in the living room were extremely bright. Fu Ying could clearly see every fine and soft hair on Song Shu's face and count every one of her long and curled eyelashes.

The living room was silent, with only the sound of two people's rising and falling breathing to be heard.

"Xiao Shu, how do you feel now?" Fu Ying asked softly.

As they looked at each other like this, Song Shu slowly tightened his arms around Fu Ying.

"My mood..." she repeated, "My mood..."

"How do you want me to feel?"

Fu Ying took a deep breath silently, and her tone became a little hurried.

"I want you to feel good."

Song Shu hooked a strand of her hair with his fingertips and asked, "When is your birthday?"

"My birthday was on November 11th, before I came to Kangle Community."

"Oh... so you are a Scorpio."

"Where's Xiao Shu?"

"June 6th, I'm a Gemini."

"Why do you suddenly ask this?" Fu Ying lowered her body and summoned the boxes that had not been opened yet. She searched with her fingertips.

"Just asking..." Song Shu stretched out his foot and pressed it against Fu Ying's calf, "No."

Fu Ying: "Don't want what?"

Song Shu: "No need for those."

"..."

Fu Ying looked at the boxes quietly, intending to try again.

"It's hygienic to use it."

"No."

Song Shu stretched out his arm and pushed the boxes off the coffee table in a haphazard manner. The boxes fell to the floor and scattered all over the ground.

Fu Ying asked patiently, "Xiao Shu, if you use those, you won't be hurt."

Song Shu snorted, "Are your skills that bad? Are you still worried about hurting me?"

Fu Ying didn't answer this question. Instead, she began to stroke her soft skin with her fingers, placing soft and delicate kisses on her body.

"I love you." Song Shu said.

Fu Ying responded while kissing him: "I love you, Xiao Shu."

Song Shu's breathing was shallow and gradually became deep. She first stared at the ceiling for a while, feeling the slight strangeness gradually rising in her body, then she moved her gaze and stared at Fu Ying's high nose bridge.

She raised her body, and her thoughts inexplicably began to drift away.

Once, when she was standing on the rooftop and was about to jump down, she thought about staining the floor red. Then she stood there for several hours and finally did not jump.

What happened that day?

Fu Ying leaned close to Song Shu's ear, her hot breath blowing on his earlobe, and asked in a warm voice, "Really... not wearing it?"

Song Shu came back to his senses, touched the back of her head, closed his eyes and nodded vigorously.

"I want you to love me without reservation," she said.

Therefore, I don’t want to use those things to block the most intimate contact between each other.

Fu Ying's breathing became more and more rapid. She held Song Shu's face and kissed her fascinatedly. Her movements were very careful and gentle, for fear of hurting her.

Until——he completely possessed her.

Song Shu frowned uncomfortably, and relaxed his body under Fu Ying's delicate and intense kisses.

Then, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around Fu Ying's waist.

——That’s right.

At that time, it seemed that it was because her mother sent her a text message.

"Your father is dead."

"We are currently dealing with the aftermath. If someone comes to knock on the door, don't go home."

Song Shu let out a light breath.

She remembered that she had been reading the text message for a long time, and finally stepped down from the edge of the roof.

"...Don't be distracted, Xiaoshu." Fu Ying whispered in her ear. Song Shu wanted to open his mouth to explain, but she sealed her lips.

Then, the passion became more intense.

Song Shu and Fu Ying kissed and couldn't help but tremble.

She uttered a dull cry.

Fu Ying held her lips tightly and even bit them with malicious intent.

Fu Ying is so bad... Song Shu opened his eyes and saw Fu Ying’s red eyes.

Fu Ying looked like she was being burned more and more fiercely by the fire.

The name of that fire is love and desire.

Song Shu curled up his toes and began to struggle violently!

She was held down by Fu Ying, unable to move, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Before they could rest, violent storms came again.

until late at night.

Until your physical strength is exhausted.

Until she fell into a deep sleep, her face was covered with tear marks.

Fu Ying gently picked her up and went to the bathroom.