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

After Fu Ying finished speaking, a surge of joy suddenly surged up from deep within her heart.

Unexpectedly, Song Shu fell silent, and she felt a little nervous again.

Because she knew that Song Shu didn't like this.

"Xiao Shu, I..."

"Feel sorry."

Song Shu apologized in a low voice, blinking nervously.

"Have I ignored your emotional needs? I don't know. I thought I was doing a good job. I like to talk about business with you, talk about everything that is happening, and think about the future and life - you don't like to talk about these, right?"

"During this period of time, I have been thinking about the past, the future, different people and their different destinies, and how to change the ending of my previous life. But I am also concerned about you. Do you think that we have too little time for intimate contact? Then we can discuss it. If you have any needs, I will try my best to meet them..."

The more Fu Ying listened, the more she felt something was wrong. She stopped Song Shu, who was getting more and more depressed, and said, "Wait, I didn't say that. I was thinking... but sometimes I'm just joking. I don't really have to do anything with you now, or tonight. It's not a question of satisfaction or not."

Song Shu was a little confused, but also uneasy: "Then... what's the problem?"

"I want you to talk about more than just what you want to talk about in front of me." Fu Ying thought for a moment and asked her, "How long has it been since you flipped through the comics you like? Not just flipping through them casually, but immersing yourself in them."

"I'm not in the mood to read comics right now." Song Shu smiled bitterly, "I... if I have the time, why don't I do it with you once?"

Fu Ying let out a breath silently.

"You are becoming more and more straightforward now." She stroked Song Shu's face, "To feel your love, you don't have to rely on love affairs. I just want you to be by my side, not to talk to me as a leader, and not to lean on me thinking about other people in your heart."

"When you are with me, you can only think about me and love me, understand?"

Seeing Song Shu's look that said "I've always done this", Fu Ying felt powerless for a moment. She held Song Shu's hand tightly, not knowing how to express her needs.

As for what I just said, it seems that I haven’t expressed it completely clearly.

Fu Ying frowned and thought hard, and even began to get angry with herself. She pursed her lips and then told Song Shu: "I asked too much, you should go at your own pace."

Song Shu slowly lowered his head, his face covered with a dark shadow.

"What should we do, Fu Ying? Are we having an emotional crisis?" She said softly, "I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Silence was like a vague curtain, separating the two of them.

Fu Ying stood up suddenly, black mist flew out from her body, she pulled the curtains, and covered them with black substance. She picked up Song Shu's legs and strode out of the bedroom.

Song Shu just put his arms around Fu Ying's neck and emptied himself.

All the lights in the living room were turned off, the curtains were drawn, and there was no light at all.

In the enclosed space, Fu Ying kissed her and teased her wantonly, untying all the restraints on her without question.

Song Shu closed his eyes and let her caress his cheeks, arms, waist and abdomen, all the way down.

The kisses, whether light or heavy, made her completely lose her strength.

"What emotional crisis..."

Fu Ying murmured, Song Shu wanted to speak, but Fu Ying's movements were too deliberate, half gentle and half fierce. She took a deep breath, and her senses were amplified to everything around her.

The noise of fighting outside the building, the footsteps in the corridor, Li Shuang's shallow breathing in the bedroom, and in the living room...

She made an indescribable gasp sound.

Fu Ying pressed her down and whispered the words about emotional crisis, seeming annoyed and dissatisfied.

Song Shu grabbed the leather surface of the sofa, her fingers sliding down weakly. Fu Ying hugged her, let her sit on her lap, and grabbed her soft lips and kissed her gently.

Song Shu's thoughts were in a mess, but he felt unprecedented comfort and peace of mind.

She doesn't have to think about anything else, she just needs to accept Fu Ying's love.

Even if that love was fierce and violent, even if it made her tremble all over and lose consciousness, with her mouth open and unable to speak.

"Have it?"

Fu Ying asked, but Song Shu was completely unaware and she didn't hear it at all.

"——Xiao Shu?"

Song Shu put his arms around Fu Ying's neck, and the tears from his eyes rubbed onto Fu Ying's face. She half-closed her eyes, sobbed, and murmured a refusal.

"Listen to me, Xiaoshu." Fu Ying asked patiently, stopping what he was doing.

While Song Shu was at a loss, a surge of anger surged in his heart.

"Don't tease... me." She moved her body, her voice very soft and trembling.

"It seems that I asked for too much, all the requests I made to you." Fu Ying said slowly, not caring about the uneasy movements of the person in her arms. "That's right, saying so much will only make you think more, and even make you suspect that we are in an emotional crisis."

"So I won't mention it, Xiaoshu, do you still think we are in an emotional crisis?

Have it?

Song Shu was lost in thought and could not respond for a long time.

Fu Ying waited more patiently than her.

Song Shu couldn't stand it any longer. She said intermittently: "No... no crisis... nothing..."

Fu Ying sighed in her ear.

"Yes, there isn't." She said, holding Song Shu and sitting on the sofa. She ignored the screams of the person in her arms and said bluntly, "There is no crisis. What are you thinking about?"

"Maybe I really think too much. I should spend more time with you so that you don't have any wild thoughts." She said word by word and continued to work hard. "Give me more time in the future, Xiao Shu, so that I can have more of you."

"I..." Song Shu was stuck in her tracks. She leaned on Fu Ying's shoulder to avoid bursting into tears. "I..."

Although she couldn't see the furnishings in the living room clearly, she knew that the center of her vision had become blurred. It was not until a long time later that it slowly became clear again.

Fu Ying hummed something softly and repeated the words.

"No emotional crisis," she said. "Repeat with me, Xiaoshu."

Song Shu slowly calmed his breathing and ignored her.

Fu Ying was quite regretful: "Don't you want to say it?"

Song Shu supported himself on her shoulders and escaped, but was pressed on the lower back maliciously!

"No... no emotional crisis... Fu Ying..." She repeated hurriedly and panically, but Fu Ying no longer needed to hear that.

"It's too late." She said this, ignoring Song Shu's sobs.

Let’s cook more dishes in the evening, there is still a lot of time.