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

"You have a high fever? Can a person with superpowers have a high fever now?" Ye Qi sat beside the bed, looking at the comatose Li Shuang, and carefully examined her. "What a beautiful face. Damn, how can she be so beautiful?"

Song Shu used his ice power to cool the towel, folded it and put it on Li Shuang's forehead: "Give her some antipyretic medicine, let's see if it works."

After saying that, she reached into the quilt again, took out the thermometer from Li Shuang's armpit, looked at the straight black line on it, and then shook it vigorously.

"She's very hot now." Ye Qi touched Li Shuang's hot cheek and asked worriedly, "Will something happen?"

"We awakened our abilities by enduring the heat. Our physiques are much stronger than before." Song Shu picked up the wet towel. The side that was covering Li Shuang's forehead had quickly become warm. She put the other side on it. "Even if you are too tired, you shouldn't have such a high fever."

"Is patrolling too tiring?" Ye Qi wondered, "Isn't she Zi Yi?"

Song Shu looked at Li Shuang's neck, which had become smooth and white again, and said nothing.

"It's already two in the morning, go get some sleep." Ye Qi said, "Let her sleep and sweat a little, maybe the fever will go away in the morning."

"No, don't you have to stand guard and patrol?" Song Shu said, "Go ahead, I'll watch here."

Ye Qi shook his head: "You guy...Okay, okay, then I'll go stand guard and be an owl."

Song Shu stood there for a while, using his mental power to sense the presence of other people in the base.

Li Shuang breathed faintly, and her body rose and fell slowly under the quilt. Song Shu picked up the towel and cooled it down. Li Shuang closed her eyes tightly, and her tender lips suddenly began to tremble. She shook her head uncomfortably.

Song Shu hushed her gently, put the towel back on, and held up half of Li Shuang's face with his palm to prevent her from moving.

Li Shuang was breathing heavily with her nose wrinkled. After a while, she became quiet again, with beads of sweat on her face.

Song Shu looked at the time and planned to go to sleep on the small bed in the living room. When he stood up, he caught a glimpse of something unusual and used his telekinesis to hit the corner directly -

"Fu Ying?" She looked at Fu Ying, who was using black mist to dissolve his mental power. The latter looked at Li Shuang on the bed expressionlessly, seeming a little depressed.

"You let her sleep in our bed."

"Her bed is too messy, there's no place to lie down." Song Shu said, "Let's just make do with it for one night."

Fu Ying hesitated to speak, held Song Shu's wrist and kissed her on the lips.

“When I came here, I saw Shaffer slaughtering zombies outside,” she said. “He was like a madman, his body was soaked in the blood of zombies.”

Song Shu frowned: "Why did she go out on her own again?"

"Isn't she with Li Shuang?" Fu Ying stared at her. "What happened when I was away?"

Song Shu pursed his lips: "Nothing, they broke up."

"Oh, no wonder he's so crazy." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu turned around to look at Li Shuang, but Fu Ying used two fingers to pry his face back: "Don't look."

"I'm just worried that she might burn herself." Song Shu said helplessly, "Can a superpower have a high fever?"

Fu Ying said: "I don't know."

Seeing Song Shu staring at her, she felt wronged: "I won't hide it from you. I have never seen a superpower with a high fever."

"Oh... Well, I've asked Yang Haiyou, Huang Xiangyuan and Han Ya to help, but they can't handle it." Song Shu said.

"'Regeneration' has no effect on high fever, 'Immunity' and 'Purification' are effective against superpowers, and Li Shuang's high fever is not caused by superpowers." Fu Ying walked over and took a look, "But if the fever lasts too long, she might burn her brain."

Song Shu frowned: "There is nothing we can do now, we can only wait."

"Go to sleep. She won't die overnight." Fu Ying pushed her out of the bedroom. "You hate Li Shuang a lot, right? It doesn't matter if she dies."

Song Shu was pushed out into the living room. She turned around and hugged Fu Ying, her lips pressed against her collarbone.

Fu Ying stroked her head and asked, "Don't you want her to die?"

Song Shu gently bit Fu Ying's exposed skin, sucking out a few red marks, and then whispered, "Everyone has their own pain."

"If you put yourself in her shoes, you will only make her bear her own pain." Fu Ying touched her back again and again, "Don't think about it, have a good rest."

"Didn't you go to the European area? How is it over there? What results did you gain after your in-depth exploration?" Song Shu raised his head and asked, and Fu Ying laughed in silence.

"What kind of leader do you want to be to be satisfied, Xiao Shu? Do you want to be like a Kolya who doesn't sleep at night and drinks coffee all day long?"

"In addition to being a leader, you also have to fulfill your duties as my wife. Now, get some rest." She picked up Song Shu, "The fact that our bed was occupied by someone else has already annoyed me enough."

Song Shu rested his cheek against her forehead and whispered, "I love you."

Fu Ying thought for a moment, then hugged her and sat on the sofa: "Sleeping on the sofa tonight? That folding bed always makes noises, which is unpleasant."

"I love you." Song Shu repeated, staring at his own face reflected in Fu Ying's eyes.

"Are you upset by the breakup of Xia Fu and Li Shuang?" Fu Ying asked softly. Song Shu sat on her lap with his legs spread to the sides, his knees and calves touching the soft leather.

"I'm glad you're by my side." Song Shu hooked her nose with his finger and slowly moved it downwards. "Okay, I admit that if the me in my previous life finally decided to resurrect you and send you to me, I would be grateful to her for this."

Fu Ying tightened her arms, her eyes darkened: "It's good that you think this way, but you are not allowed to think about her all the time."

"I always said this before." Song Shu smiled.

"I will be the one to say this from now on." Fu Ying said, "I just hope you will be persistent with me. Even if it's Song Shu from your previous life, you can't think about her too much."

Song Shu held her face, his eyes full of cherishment, and kissed her carefully. Fu Ying didn't like this slow and steady way, she pinched Song Shu's waist and brought him down, the hot kiss was aggressive and explored deeply.

"I will always be by your side."

Fu Ying filled Song Shu's mind with these words.