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

"A kiss."

"Give me a kiss, Fu Ying."

Fu Ying held Song Shu's head with her fingers, and kept repeating, "Let me kiss you..."

Fu Ying looked at the anxious and dissatisfied girl in front of her with a half-smile, and said simply: "Not good."

Song Shu quickly complained: "Why? You clearly asked me to kiss you."

"Do you know that you are very impatient now?" Fu Ying laughed, "I wasn't like this at the beginning, was I?"

"You're talking nonsense! Don't you know what you are like?" Song Shu stretched out his hand to grab her face and said angrily, "Let me kiss you quickly!"

Fu Ying: “No.”

Song Shu: “…”

Fu Ying only felt her waist loosen, and the white belt flew into the air. Song Shu's hand slid into her waist, his palm pressed against her skin, and he caressed it eagerly.

"You don't want to kiss me, right?" Song Shu lowered his head and bit her collarbone twice, "Then don't even think about me kissing you..."

Fu Ying hissed and muttered, "So violent."

Song Shu's head moved back and forth. Fu Ying put her hand on the back of her head and gently lifted her waist up. Her voice became much hoarser: "Yes, that's it."

Song Shu paused, then bit her skin more passionately and fiercely.

The floral scent in the room became stronger and stronger, blending with the warm sweet fragrance and entering Song Shu's nose.

She felt the rise and fall of Fu Ying's breathing rhythm, and kissed her closely and densely, not missing any place.

"Xiao Shu..." Fu Ying took a deep breath and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to lift her chin, her dark eyes full of fascination, "Don't kiss me."

Song Shu ignored her and concentrated on kissing her.

You obviously like it, don't you?

While she was kissing her, Fu Ying slowly stroked her head in a soothing manner.

She was encouraged and kissed those soft lips more and more.

Song Shu had never smelled Fu Ying's fragrance before, and it was so sweet.

It was so sweet that it made her intoxicated.

It was so sweet that she couldn't calm down.

It was so sweet that she couldn't help but taste Fu Ying more carefully.

A feeling of joy and happiness blew from her heart to her brain like the wind. She could hardly breathe. Her chest seemed to be blocked by some magical cloud, a soft and foreign sensation.

But the more obsessed she became, the more she felt something was wrong.

——Fu Ying seemed to have remained silent.

Furthermore, the hand she placed on his head was steady and gentle, and she never even paused to comfort him.

why?

Song Shu raised his head with this question, his nose and lips were wet.

Fu Ying looked at her with eyes full of tenderness and love, but there was no expression of distraction due to pleasure.

Song Shu knew what it felt like to be aroused. She looked at Fu Ying, and the joy and happiness in her heart dissipated like a popped balloon.

"You..." She opened her mouth, and there was a chill on her lips. Fu Ying stretched out her fingertips to wipe it for her, and said softly, "Come up."

Song Shu knelt there blankly. Fu Ying took her hand, pulled her into her arms, and kissed her.

"There's still one last step left."

Song Shu listened to Fu Ying's reminder, came back to his senses, bent his fingers slightly, stared at Fu Ying's expression, and tried little by little.

She just stared at Fu Ying's eyebrows and eyes to see if there were any changes, and if the corners of her mouth rose.

Finally, she saw Fu Ying pursed her lips, and her heart couldn't help but feel stuffy.

Fu Ying noticed her loss, confusion, and anger, his eyes darkened, he leaned over to kiss her, and murmured, "It's okay if you hurt me."

It doesn't matter if I get hurt? Song Shu's eyes were a little hot. She bumped into Fu Ying's nose and released the "Giant" power on her fingers.

I can't face it, and I dare not imagine it.

Fu Ying ignored the pain in his nose and kissed her gently.

……

Half an hour later, looking at Fu Ying's increasingly indifferent reactions, Song Shu discovered somewhat desperately that tonight was a very frustrating night.

She lay on Fu Ying, rubbing her cheek against the white nightgown. The more she thought about it, the angrier and more lonely she became.

"You did a great job." Fu Ying kissed her forehead to comfort her, "My experience was great, but my body doesn't allow me to enjoy more pleasure."

"——Why?" Song Shu was stunned for a moment, then started to cry, "I tried so hard! I did everything you said! It's not like I can't do it, I——"

Fu Ying soothed her gently, hugged her in his arms and patted her back.

"I can't do it." Fu Ying said thoughtfully, "I should be a bit frigid."

Song Shu pursed his lips and wiped his tears on her clothes.

"Then I'll try again later." Song Shu insisted, "I don't believe it anymore."

Fu Ying agreed softly: "Okay, I'll let you try it later... I'll go take a shower first, okay?"

Song Shu did not respond to her, but poured out a cute little bird toy from a box. It was pink, delicate and small.

"Try again," she said.

Fu Ying acquiesced.

Twenty minutes later, Song Shu could feel that Fu Ying's reaction was better than before, but her eyes were still indifferent. Song Shu could also see that she had no patience and fell into deep regret.

Why not?

She threw the bird aside in frustration.

Fu Ying had a smile on her lips. She turned over while holding Song Shu and took the initiative.

"Well, since we can't succeed tonight, let's reverse the priorities. How about I coax you? I'll make you feel more relaxed, and don't blame yourself for what happened today."

"I don't want to." Song Shu wanted to leave the bed, but Fu Ying's fingers pressed tightly on her waist.

"I have feelings." Fu Ying whispered, "But I know very well why I feel this way. I want to possess you, to hear your voice, and to look into your infatuated and lost eyes. I will be happier than ever before."

"Maybe I shouldn't have love. My body is the best proof of this. But my heart, my thoughts, and my love can't stop my brain from feeling happy. It doesn't matter if my body doesn't feel happy."

"I want to love you, and that will make me happy, Xiaoshu."

Song Shu was silent for a long time, so long that Fu Ying thought she would never speak again, before she spoke.

"Then your gift today was not delivered successfully. It failed."

Fu Ying thought about it, suppressed the upward curve of her lips, and tightened her arms around her.

"No, how could I fail? As long as you want to try, I will do whatever you want."

"But now-"

Song Shu felt a warm touch on the back of her neck, which quickly awakened her sensitive senses.

"I can give you a second gift."

As Fu Ying spoke, she turned off the table lamp in the bedroom. In the darkness, only the scented candle with the fragrance of roses emitted a faint light.

Song Shu was surrounded by two different scents.

Under Fu Ying's guidance, he just sank into depravity.