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

Song Shu fell into the soft and warm bed. A strange sweet fragrance covered her entire body and permeated every inch of the air in the bedroom.

That kind of thing makes people intoxicated, obsessed, and addicted.

The blood in her body seemed to be burned by an unknown fire, causing her to hum.

Fu Ying's cold fingers soothed her patiently, stroking every part of her face, outlining the contours of her facial features.

The sweet fragrance lingers at the tip of your nose. Gently inhaling this mysterious scent, the whole world can become peaceful and beautiful. You don’t have to think about anything, worry about the future, or worry about carrying all that pressure.

Just immerse yourself in it and feel the beauty.

Being intoxicated is the best feedback for the efforts of your loved one.

"……Baby?"

"Why are you so cute?"

The amused, magnetic female voice rang right next to my ears, enough to cause my heart to twitch again and my nerves to tense up again.

She almost wanted to let her eyes wander, but she subconsciously responded to her lover's question, murmuring her love in a trembling voice.

Even my breath felt hot, and I didn't know if my mind had been thrown into the air. My fingers that couldn't grasp the air were tightly clasped.

It was a very gentle one, but also the most tormenting one.

“Hmm…”

Love pours out with every breath.

"I love you……"

Song Shu listened to his own ethereal voice and the unstoppable vibration in his throat due to his lover's laughter.

——What an abominable smile you have, Fu Ying.

……

After regaining his senses, Song Shu supported his body and bit Fu Ying's arm from time to time.

Not only does it not hurt, it also feels a little itchy and soft and comfortable.

Fu Ying hugged her and placed kisses on her hair.

Only this kind of unconcealed intimacy can make her feel the fulfillment of life.

"I'm so glad that I fell in love with you, Xiao Shu." Fu Ying couldn't help but whisper.

Song Shu yawned and used her mental power to sense the heat energy points of the entire base. She thought about it and contacted Kong Lian with her mental power.

It didn't take them long to be affectionate. By this time, Uncle Kong should have finished chatting with Sisi.

Kong Lian replied to her quickly.

Song Shu's earlobe felt numb and itchy. She blinked and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You're not paying attention again." Fu Ying was very dissatisfied. "Shouldn't we continue to be affectionate afterward? You always start looking for something else to focus on."

"I just want to ask how Uncle Kong is doing. After all, Sisi is a relatively sensitive child." Song Shu said as he turned his head and gave her a deep kiss.

It was not until the two of them were entangled to the point of being completely breathless that Fu Ying finally let her go.

"So, that's what you mean?"

"Sisi is very smart, of course she can understand what Uncle Kong means. But she is still determined to stay with Luo Ze." Song Shu laughed, "I never thought that the relationship between the two little girls is so good now."

"Since they have a good relationship, don't separate them, otherwise Kong Sisi will make a scene." Fu Ying said, "At their age, they are more sensitive."

"Yeah." Song Shu sighed, "I sometimes think that with my personality at that time, even if I made a very good friend, she might stay away from me because of my personal mistakes."

"Don't say that." Fu Ying said, "You are very good."

"But I tend to go crazy easily," Song Shu said, "and it's the kind of madness that I can't even realize and control. The defense mechanism in my body will make my consciousness break away from the pain, leaving my body there to continue suffering."

"..."

"You have to cherish me." Song Shu warned her in a joking tone, "Don't do anything that will drive me crazy."

"Well, I will cherish you." Fu Ying hugged her and put his head on her shoulder, and their bodies swayed gently.

"But, is once enough?" Song Shu raised his eyebrows, "I thought you were the kind of person who could never be satisfied."

Fu Ying knocked her head helplessly: "Who do you think I am? My comfort zone is in my brain, do you understand? When my brain is comfortable, my whole body will be comfortable. Why do I have to pester you back and forth?"

"So what you mean is that before..." Song Shu raised his hands and turned them back and forth, with a strange look on his face, "because your brain is uncomfortable, so it takes five or six hours? Huh?"

Fu Ying: "..."

Song Shu began to doubt: "Are you trying to torment me on purpose?"

"...Neither."

"Huh? You hesitated."

Seeing that the lover who had just been gentle with her was about to explode, Fu Ying hurriedly hugged her in her arms to comfort her.

"Don't bother me." Song Shu twisted his body to reject her flattery, "I want to sleep."

"But it's not nine o'clock yet." Fu Ying used her fingertips to hook her hair.

"Really? Then go out and look out the window. You like being Spider-Man anyway." Song Shu broke away from her arms, burrowed into the quilt, covered his head, and stopped moving.

Fu Ying looked at the big white ball and sighed.

"Okay." She touched the outside of the big white ball, "I'll go out and help you watch the window. You go to bed early."

After saying that, she stood up, put on her coat, and prepared to get out of bed.

"What are you doing!" A head popped out and asked angrily, "Are you a pig? Get out when I tell you to!"

"..."

Fu Ying took off her coat resignedly, turned off the light under the eager gaze of the little squirrel, and then turned into black liquid and crawled into the bed.

"Is this okay?"

"Don't let me think I'm in love with a slime, okay?"

"..."

After a commotion, Fu Ying held Song Shu in her arms, and the bedroom finally became quiet.

The next morning, Song Shu got up to go to the bathroom and found that Luo Ze's bed was empty.

I touched the quilt and there was still some warmth left in it.

"...This little guy." Song Shu had no choice but to help her fold the quilt.

A picture suddenly flashed before his eyes. Song Shu paused and covered his neck reflexively.

Fu Ying walked out of the bedroom and saw Song Shu falling down softly and kneeling beside Luo Ze's bed.

"——Xiao Shu!?"

Fu Ying didn't have time to think, and rushed over to support her: "Xiao Shu, what's wrong with you?!"

"..."

Song Shu's lips moved, and Fu Ying heard it, feeling a surge of panic in her heart.

Because she was saying—

to die.