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

"Want me?"

When Song Shu heard this, he was half surprised and half happy, and a layer of warmth surged all over his body.

She licked her lips gently, stared into Fu Ying's calm eyes, squeezed her hand tightly, and whispered, "Is this what I understand?"

Her eyes were full of anticipation, and Fu Ying saw it and smiled: "You seem to really want to launch a counterattack, right?"

"It's not necessary to do that. I just think... I want to make you happy, too." Song Shu explained, "I shouldn't be the only one enjoying the pleasure. I want you to enjoy it, too."

"Don't think too much. Today is your birthday, so I'm willing to let you do it once." Fu Ying adjusted her lying position. She leaned sideways to look at Song Shu's red cheeks.

"Use your special powers to block out the outside world, so that you won't get excited and shout out and alarm others." She said, "Do you have enough energy? Do you want to have dinner first? We have a lot of time tonight for you to have your first experience..."

"Don't make it sound so grand." Song Shu lowered his head restlessly and bit her finger joints, responding awkwardly, "Besides, why was it me who shouted? Shouldn't it be you?"

Fu Ying: "I don't think I would shout out loud."

Song Shu: "What? You want to be mute?"

Fu Ying smiled gently, opened her arms and waited for her to jump into her arms.

Song Shu bent down to kiss her, and Fu Ying took the opportunity to put his arms around her neck, laughed softly twice, and kissed her back more gently.

The two were kissing passionately. Fu Ying was about to guide the inexperienced Song Shu, but the latter seemed to realize something and quickly stood up and stepped back: "Wait!"

Fu Ying asked patiently, "What's wrong?"

Song Shu pulled her up: "Take a shower first, I'll go make something delicious."

"Do you really want to eat dinner?" Fu Ying said, "I thought you wouldn't eat, after all, you were in such a hurry..."

"What?" Song Shu was furious. "I'm not that anxious. I'm not like you who only cares about tormenting me every day—"

"What? I don't torment you every day." Fu Ying raised her hands, her eyes full of injustice and innocence, "You can't talk nonsense, if someone hears it one day, they will misunderstand me to death."

"...Go take a shower!" Song Shu pulled her up from the sofa.

Fu Ying was in a good mood. She hummed a tune that Song Shu had never heard of before, and picked up a nightgown and went into the bathroom.

-

Song Shu was so anxious that he was pacing around in the kitchen.

She took out a spatula to fry eggs, then took out the vacuum-packed meat, opened it and put it in the microwave to heat it, then turned on the juicer, peeled the apples and threw the round fruits in.

The juicer started working, and the eggs in the pot were fried. She poured the white rice into the pot and fried it, adding some light soy sauce and salt, and soon the aroma came out.

The microwave oven made a "ding" sound and the juicer slowly became quiet. Song Shu threw a few ice cubes into the cup full of juice, then used a spatula to pick up a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkled them on the rice. He stir-fried it briefly and poured it into the dish.

After being busy for a while, she didn't feel very tired. Instead, her body was trembling with nervousness and excitement.

After preparing dinner, what should you do?

Song Shu put the plate on the dining table, washed his hands in the kitchen, and went to the bedroom to find the various props that were quietly in the box.

After blow-drying her hair, Fu Ying came out of the bathroom and saw Song Shu rummaging around in the bedroom for something. She leaned against the door, squinting her eyes slightly, admiring the girl's anxious behavior with interest.

Song Shu felt her presence, his body stiffened for a moment, he silently threw the box back, pretended nothing happened and stood up: "Let's go, let's eat."

Fu Ying's eyebrows curved slightly, and she responded, "Okay, let's eat first."

After saying that, she went to the living room to enjoy the food, leaving Song Shu standing there with a blushing face. He came to his senses and slapped his cheek hard, silently cursing himself for being useless.

Isn't it just a counterattack? Isn't it just to see Fu Ying being counterattacked? Isn't it just that she herself is going to be the attacker?

Song Shu took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the door.

This meal was quite painful. Song Shu made a lot of small movements and his eyes were wandering. He looked at Fu Ying who was calm and composed opposite him, and then looked elsewhere, stirring the rice vigorously with his chopsticks.

"Eat quickly." Seeing that she hadn't taken many bites, Fu Ying lowered her eyes and drank the juice slowly, "If you really can't bear it, then we can do it another day—"

"Today!" Song Shu blurted out.

"..."

There was silence for a moment.

Fu Ying chuckled softly and did not comment.

After finishing the glass of juice, she stood up and left: "I'm going to go back to bed and rest first."

Song Shu's toes were curled up. He held the cold juice cup in his hand and, as if he had made up his mind, he buried his head in eating and showing off his meal.

I eat, I eat! Only when you are full can you have strength! Only when you are full can you show off your feminine side!

One hour is fine, right? Two hours is fine, right? Three hours won’t be tiring, right?

If Fu Ying can do it, she can do it too!

Fu Ying exploits her, and she can also exploit Fu Ying!

Fu Ying exploited her harshly, so she would exploit Fu Ying even more harshly!

It's a pity that she didn't download any useful resources, otherwise it would be good to learn from them...

After Song Shuxuan finished his meal and washed the dishes, he rushed into the bedroom. Fu Ying was wearing a nightgown, with her long legs crossed, reading a book with her head down, looking particularly relaxed and comfortable.

Seeing Song Shu rushing in and starting to daydream, Fu Ying looked up at her, her eyebrows twitching slightly.

"coming?"

Song Shu didn't say anything crazy for a moment. She stayed there for a while, then turned around and rushed to the closet to find clothes.

"I'm going to take a shower first!" she yelled, "Don't run!"

"I'm not running away. I'm waiting for you, dear."

Song Shu grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the bedroom like a whirlwind.

The smile on Fu Ying's lips grew wider and wider.

"What's there to be shy about..." She muttered to herself, fiddling with a small dolphin on the bedside table with her fingers, "Do you want me to be the seductress? I can't do that."

The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom. Fu Ying waited patiently and lit a scented candle with great interest. The rich scent of roses gradually filled the entire room.

Song Shu changed into clean clothes, blew his hair, looked in the mirror, and massaged his fingers.

Okay, that's it!

She walked forward with great strides and pushed open the bedroom door.

——I was dizzy by the sudden strong floral scent.

Fu Ying leaned against the head of the bed, playing with the belt of her nightgown absentmindedly, looking so lazy.

She smiled as she looked at Song Shu, whose body was swaying slightly and whose eyes were a little straight.

"Come here." A slightly hoarse call stimulated Song Shu's mind. She swallowed her saliva unconsciously, her throat rolled violently, and an electric current surged through her body.

She closed and locked the bedroom door, then eagerly threw herself into Fu Ying's arms and asked for a kiss.