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

The hot water in the bathtub slowly created mist, making the visibility in the entire bathroom abnormally low.

Song Shu was lying in the bathtub, her skin red from the high-temperature water. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of the bathroom.

His body sank in the water, his heart felt particularly suffocated, and Song Shu slowly slid down, letting his head be submerged in the water with his eyes open.

Everything around me became unreal. The hot water soaked my open eyes, feeling sour and stinging.

The air exhaled from the mouth turns into bubbles in the water.

Song Shu exhaled deeply all the air in his chest and closed his eyes.

The hot water poured into her mouth, slid down her throat, and filled her lungs, and a huge tearing and burning sensation spread through her chest.

She felt dizzy and her eardrums were bulging. Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed the edge of the bathtub.

——Then let go.

Until his body was suddenly lifted out of the water by a force, the dull blockage in his ears was suddenly cleared, a purple light spread in Song Shu's heart, and he opened his mouth and spat out several mouthfuls of water!

Before she could completely steady herself, she reached out and pushed Fu Ying's shoulder, releasing her supernatural power to suck out all the water she had drunk, including the water in her ears.

Song Shu bent down and lay on the edge of the bathtub, retching.

"What...are you doing?" Fu Ying's trembling voice was filled with fear.

Song Shu wiped her face, her chest heaving violently. She rubbed her still sore eyes, and her voice was hoarse when she spoke.

"Trying to figure out... how long it takes for a person to drown."

"——Xiao Shu?!" Fu Ying grabbed her soft and moist shoulders, his eyes were already red, and the muscles under his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Fu Ying was so angry that she was about to go crazy. Song Shu had a blank expression on his face. He just stared at her with a blush at the corners of his eyes that wouldn't fade away.

"Are you worried that I'll die?" She said, "I won't die."

"I still... haven't figured out what those disgusting dreams of mine are talking about."

Song Shu hooked Fu Ying's chin, a playful smile appeared on her lips, and she leaned over to kiss Fu Ying, who had a cold face.

"Don't be afraid. I won't leave you."

Song Shu sighed.

"I just... forget it, just think that I have suddenly lost my mind." She touched Fu Ying's face and suddenly felt her heart tighten, as if all the space around her was pressing towards her, and her stomach churned.

Song Shu pushed Fu Ying away, her body trembling in the water. She subconsciously grabbed the edge of the bathtub.

Bang! The bathtub was crushed. Before Song Shu could get up, she flew up, with her head and body covered by something.

Fu Ying simply wrapped her in a bath towel and sent her back to the bedroom.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year after New Year's Eve, the sky became gloomy and cloudy, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Song Shu just moved his fingers and absorbed all the moisture on the surface of his body, including his wet hair, and not even a drop of water could be squeezed out of it.

Fu Ying took the hair dryer and blew her hair unceremoniously. The hot wind and the hands that were rubbing her hair vigorously exerted pressure on the top of her head.

Song Shu just sat there, pulled the bath towel with his fingers, and stared at the white wall in a daze.

After her hair became dry, Fu Ying turned off the hair dryer, threw herself on the bed, pulled off her bath towel, and pressed her fingers mercilessly on her chest.

“Is there any water in your lungs?”

Song Shu shook his head: "No more."

Fu Ying had been gritting her teeth since the beginning. Seeing that Song Shu was simply sitting there answering questions, she was so angry that she reached out and pinched his pointed chin.

"What nightmare did you have? What made you suddenly go crazy like this?"

Seeing that there was only a numb expression on Song Shu's ruddy face, Fu Ying couldn't help but relax, took the nightgown and helped her put it on, and put the small clothes in her hands.

"Get dressed."

Song Shu changed in front of her, and said calmly, "I'm dressed."

"I just... feel sick." She curled her lips, "I never told you that I could hear some strange voices, cursing me, questioning me, asking me, urging me..."

"..." Fu Ying looked at Song Shu's gradually gloomy face and said hesitantly, "Xiao Shu, those voices..."

"Sometimes I really want to swear, but I just can't do it." Song Shu said coldly, "I think, even if I can predict something in the future, some scene, I should be able to see and hear it clearly."

"Instead of - haunting me like a ghost." She bit the tender flesh in her mouth and smiled coldly, "How disgusting."

"Xiao Shu, actually I--" Fu Ying blurted out, but when Song Shu glanced at her, her throat was blocked by an invisible stone again, "I..."

"Don't worry, your voice isn't in there, at least I didn't hear it." Song Shu buttoned up his clothes, rubbing his calves against her overalls, and said expressionlessly, "Did I scare you last night?"

"Actually—I can foresee the future."

"..."

Song Shu frowned, and Fu Ying hurriedly explained: "But, but it is only limited to when I am about to die. If my future self encounters a crisis and is about to die, that memory will be transmitted back to my present self, giving me a chance to escape death."

"Such...precognitive ability?" Song Shu remembered the inexplicable pain in his neck and the hallucinations he felt when he and Fu Ying came back from the north and killed monsters. In the end, it really came true.

"It turns out... I have copied your ability of foresight, but I didn't realize it." Song Shu murmured, "Could it be that I am dreaming because I copied your ability of foresight?"

Fu Ying held her hand tightly: "Xiao Shu, if you hear or see anything, please use empathy to transmit it to me."

"No, no need." Song Shu refused, "I haven't really got any particularly useful information yet."

But the urging last night was as determined as if to force her to death, forcing her to make a choice.

This feeling of being forced... is so disgusting.

Disgusting.

Song Shu rubbed his temples vigorously. Although he was still agitated, his rationality had gradually returned.

She held Fu Ying's hand: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Fu Ying's fingertips were trembling, and she lowered her raven-feather-black eyelashes, casting a faint shadow in her eyes.

Song Shu leaned over to kiss her, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her clothes.

"I kind of want to."

Fu Ying pursed her lips and looked at Song Shu calmly.

"Then I won't stop." Fu Ying said, "I will stop when you forget all that."

Song Shu's eyes moved slightly, as if he wanted to pull up his nightgown.

But - she hesitated for a few seconds, then let go and put her arms around Fu Ying's neck.

"Okay, then don't stop." Song Shu whispered in Fu Ying's ear, his words full of temptation.

"Even if I say stop... don't promise me."