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

"...it doesn't hurt."

—— Doesn’t it hurt? I don’t think it hurts.

——But my heart hurts so much, it feels like a heavy hammer is hitting my chest.

The pain continued to spread throughout the body, a faint light seeped in through his eyelids, Song Shu's consciousness gradually returned, and he felt that someone was holding his body in his arms.

The familiar sweet fragrance made her heart skip a beat, and the pain seemed to ease a little.

Song Shu's thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally opened his eyes.

Fu Ying sat on the sofa with his arm around her waist, a hint of fatigue between his cold brows.

"Fu Ying..." Song Shu's throat was very dry and sore, and his voice was hoarse and low.

When Fu Ying heard her voice, an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes. He gently placed his hand on Song Shu's forehead and said in a cold voice, "Awake?"

Song Shu's fingers subconsciously clutched Fu Ying's coat, as if this would prevent Fu Ying from leaving her.

"Don't be angry." She murmured, "I just want to ..."

She paused and didn't finish her words. The memories of her past life and unsolved doubts mixed together and made her extremely uneasy.

Fu Ying used a little force to make Song Shu lie on her legs: "Don't talk."

Although every word she said at this moment seemed extremely distant and indifferent, she still did not let go of her hand around Song Shu's waist.

Song Shu looked at Fu Ying's cold face, and her heart was filled with bitterness. She pressed her cheek against Fu Ying's abdomen, thinking that now was not the time to talk.

Fu Ying lowered her head and looked at Song Shu in her arms, her cold, dark eyes were bottomless.

Well, at least now she knew the truth about the death that had been on her mind all along.

But so what? Doesn't that mean that Song Shu in his previous life didn't care about her at all?

Fu Ying thought calmly as he stared at the girl in his arms who had stolen his heart.

It doesn’t matter if you take away the spirit crystal or my life.

But the girl in front of her took her love away.

Is this happiness or pain?

Fu Ying felt Song Shu's slight tremor on her hand on her waist. She looked at the girl whose face was covered by black hair, and felt a moist heat on her abdomen where her cheek was touching.

She pushed Song Shu's hair aside: "Why are you crying?"

Song Shu buried her face in her belly and refused to show it. Her tears began to soak her clothes. Fu Ying then forcibly twisted her chin and said in a bad tone, "Why are you crying?"

The beloved girl bit her lower lip, trying hard not to sob, but tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.

She cried very sadly in front of Fu Ying and couldn't stop wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Warm tears fell on Fu Ying's fingers, and finally she couldn't help but loosen her grip on her chin.

——Who should cry?

Thoughts and emotions were like a tangled ball of thread. Fu Ying questioned herself in her heart. Looking at Song Shu crying sadly, she slid her fingers across the wet face and wiped away the tears.

My fingertips felt the warmth of my skin, and my tears kept coming out, and I couldn't wipe them away.

"Are you sad for me?" Fu Ying said calmly, "I think Song Shu in her previous life was very smart and rational. She knew how to use the resources she could get to increase her strength... I admire her very much."

Song Shu's heart ached because of Fu Ying's words.

She stared into Fu Ying's eyes, trying to find the tenderness and love hidden behind the indifference.

Tears mixed with deep love and pain, she stood up and hugged Fu Ying's neck, using all her strength to turn all her emotions into a deep kiss, pressing against Fu Ying's lips.

Fu Ying felt the trembling of those lips and tasted the saltiness of the tears.

All her indifference and rationality melted away in this kiss. She held the back of Song Shu's head and responded to the kiss almost fiercely.

No matter how smart and rational Song Shu was in his previous life.

No matter how many similarities the current Song Shu has with her.

No matter how hateful this is, the beloved girl always does something that makes her so angry that her whole body hurts.

But this girl is the person she cares about most and wants to protect most in her life.

only.

It was unknown how long the kiss lasted. When Fu Ying was finally willing to let go of the delicious kiss between her lips, she stared at the girl with red cheeks and tears in her eyes, resisting the urge of excitement and trembling in her body, and whispered:

"She is the big lunatic, and you are the little lunatic."

Who isn't a madman?

Fu Ying put his hand on her chest and rubbed it gently: "Does it still hurt?"

Song Shu bit his hot lips and shook his head.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"I don't like you apologizing all the time." Fu Ying was unhappy and lowered his head, leaving a deep red mark on her neck. "I don't like it."

Song Shu's face flashed with embarrassment, but he still insisted: "It's my fault in the final analysis. I hurt you like that before..."

"Now that you know," Fu Ying interrupted her gently, "you should make it up to me."

Song Shu was silent for a few seconds, his eyes wandering, and he muttered in a low voice: "You can make any request."

Fu Ying did not shirk: "Well, the first request is that you are not allowed to say sorry to me again in the future."

"……it is good."

"My second request is, if you dare to use Li Shuang's ability to seduce me again, I will use my power to trap you in my hands forever."

"…What do you mean by hand?"

"literal meaning."

"..."

"The third requirement is that you are not allowed to flirt with any boy or girl. The consequences will be the same as above."

"...?"

"The fourth request—" Fu Ying said, gently lifting her chin, her face suddenly darkening, "You can be a little selfish. I have never blamed you in my previous life."

Song Shu remained silent.

Finally, she tilted her head slightly, and every word she uttered was clear:

"I'll be selfish, but only for you."