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

There was still a little hot water in the thermos, so Song Shu directly copied a full tank of hot water and lay down in it.

Oh, comfortable.

But Fu Ying disturbed her comfortable moment.

"Didn't we agree to take a bath together?" Fu Ying hugged her while sitting in the bathtub, and the hot water in the bathtub was squeezed out.

"...What are you crazy about so early in the morning, baby?" Song Shu said helplessly.

Fu Ying gently stroked her cheek, looking thoughtful.

"Because... I have thought of a new way to make you happy."

Song Shu: "What... eh??!"

Just as Fu Ying was speaking, dark liquid suddenly emerged from the bathtub.

Under Song Shu's astonished gaze, the black liquid was not soluble in the clear water. It had extremely strong vitality and surged nimbly in the clear water.

Song Shu saw that the black liquid gradually condensed into a solid. The surface of the black substance was extremely smooth, but some parts were a bit rugged.

Her calves were entangled by the cold, dark substance that suddenly appeared in the hot water. Fu Ying whispered softly behind her ear: "Xiao Shu, I thought about it for a long time last night."

Song Shu responded in a panic: "What??"

"I want to try everything with you because I love you." Fu Ying said, "You know."

"..."

"I'm not……"

"No... Fu Ying? Isn't this bad? This is your ability, you can't..."

"..."

Song Shu kept muttering, wanting to cry but having no tears. She rubbed her eyes with her wet hands.

"I'm not awake yet. I'm going to go back to bed. I'm going to go back to bed after I take a shower. Stop making trouble."

Fu Ying frowned, grabbed her wrist, lowered his head and put his nose against her shoulder.

"Xiao Shu, be obedient," she said.

Song Shu wanted to fight for himself, and asked tentatively: "In the evening? I have to go find Bo Li later - uh -"

She felt herself being tightened little by little by the dark tentacles, and a gloomy breath spread throughout her body.

Song Shu tried to resist, but the difference in strength between Hong Yi and Zi Yi was so great that she couldn't struggle.

Song Shu blinked and his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Do you really have to do this?"

The feeling of oppression in my body suddenly disappeared, and I swam carefully in the hot water.

Fu Ying hugged her, lowered his eyes to the water and said, "I want to try it."

"It's not good for you." Song Shu softened his tone, "You can't feel anything, I don't like this."

"Xiao Shu, don't you have the ability of empathy?" Fu Ying said slowly, which made Song Shu tremble with fear. "It would be great if Xiao Shu could feel it. Then, I would have it too, and we could always--"

Song Shu covered her ears tightly, but Fu Ying's voice rang in her mind.

"Then, we can always——"

"Keep doing it."

"long time."

"Also, Xiao Shu." Fu Ying spoke again, "I am always uneasy, afraid that you will abandon me. I am afraid that if you care about others, you will slowly stop wanting me."

"I want to have you, and I want to have you forever." She said carefully, "Is it okay? Xiao Shu, is it okay?"

"May I?"

Song Shu: "No..."

The black substance instantly gripped her ankles, calves, waist and abdomen, and wrapped around her neck, blocking her from finishing her words.

The fierce and cold black substance surrounded his body. Song exhaled and released his mental power to break through the black substance, but it was useless.

Song Shu turned his head away helplessly and signaled Fu Ying with his eyes to let her speak.

Fu Ying looked at her puffy cheeks with admiration and pity in her eyes.

Song Shu was very helpless and complained to her:

"You...you...you were still being sentimental last night, and this morning...ahem...how could you be like this?"

"You..." She awkwardly avoided Fu Ying's face, "You can't stay in hot water forever, finish it quickly..."

Fu Ying thought for a moment and asked her, "How long do you want?"

Song Shu was stunned: "How long?"

"Ten times, how long will it take?" Fu Ying said.

"Ten...?!" Song Shu gritted his teeth, "You wish for it. You are dreaming in broad daylight!"

"Five times then."

"No."

"three times."

“No…No…!”

Fu Ying sighed in Song Shu's ear.

"Okay, once then," she said, "but, for an hour."

"..."

Song Shu grabbed Fu Ying's wrist and couldn't help but ask, "How is that possible? Do you want to torture me to death?"

"Xiao Shu, you are stalling for time." Fu Ying said gently, but there was a hint of evil interest in her eyes. "If this happens, your meeting with Bo Li will be postponed."

……

A quiet living room and a messy bathroom.

Song Shu tried to escape again and again, but was restrained and pulled back by Fu Ying.

While listening to Song Shu's deliberately suppressed and broken scream, Fu Ying felt that the warm water soaking her body had risen in temperature again.

Even so, Song Shu did not forget to re-drink the water into clear hot water to prevent the two of them from catching a cold.

So... cute.

Although Xiao Shu did not choose to use "empathy" in the end under her coaxing.

Fu Ying took the initiative to help Song Shu, who was in a daze, to wash herself, then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to bed.

Fu Ying changed her clothes by herself, sat on the edge of the bed and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

She took the hair dryer and helped Song Shu blow his wet hair, while also asking questions considerately.

"Are you ok?"

"Want to sleep?"

"Are you going to meet Bo Li, or someone else, later?"

Song Shu's bones seemed to go soft. He sat cross-legged on the bed and fell into Fu Ying's arms.

She closed her eyes and responded absentmindedly: "Well... I'm going to see Bo Li later. It's all your fault. I have to wait before going..."

Fu Ying helped her to fiddle with her blow-dried hair, put the hair dryer back on the bedside table, and helped her get clean clothes.

Song Shu changed his clothes under her unconcealed gaze and complained softly: "You really have seen some things you shouldn't have seen. You want to try everything..."

Fu Ying: "No, I just suddenly had an idea."

"He has committed many evil things." Song Shu commented.

Fu Ying patted her head and smiled softly: "It's not the first day you know this."

"..."

Song Shu muttered something in a low voice, but Fu Ying couldn't hear clearly, so she leaned over to listen.

Unexpectedly, Song Shu pinched her chin.

"Are you satisfied?" Song Shu raised his eyebrows, "Are you comfortable? Do you like it?"

Fu Ying told the truth: "Satisfied, comfortable, and I like it."

Song Shu looked at her deeply and finally sighed.

"I will allow you to do this to me." She said, put on her clothes and left.