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

Song Shu's breathing was very soft, but his limbs still felt heavy and weak in his sleep. His throat trembled slightly and he made an unclear humming sound.

When she woke up, she didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like a whole day, but also like a year.

The small lamp on the bedside table was on, and the curtains in the bedroom were flapping against the wall in a strong breeze, but the room was cool.

Song Shu vaguely remembered that she did not turn on the air conditioner before falling asleep. She opened her mouth to call Fu Ying, but her throat was dry and painful, as if she was holding a knife made of absolute hatred.

Perhaps Fu Ying heard the change in her breathing rhythm when she stood up, or perhaps it was because the back of her head hit the headboard, Fu Ying appeared in front of her almost the next moment.

"Come." She helped Song Shu sit up and handed him a cup of warm water.

Song Shu rubbed his temple and frowned slightly. Seeing this, Fu Ying used her lips to pass water to her.

The gentle water flowed through his throat, bringing some moisture. When Song Shu spoke again, the pain in his throat eased a little: "What time is it?"

Fu Ying's brows were filled with thought. She kissed Song Shu's face and whispered, "Three o'clock in the morning."

Song Shu nodded and heard Fu Ying ask, "You were asleep when I came back, and your temperature was a little high in the middle of the night."

Song Shu subconsciously touched his neck and felt it was icy cold.

"You are not like Li Shuang. Your body temperature drops very quickly. You just have a low fever." Fu Ying explained, moving her body to let her lean on him, "But you haven't mutated like her."

"No mutation has occurred... Isn't that good?" Song Shu drank up the remaining warm water in the cup and gradually relaxed his body in the refreshing breeze. "When you were away, I used Mono's ability."

Before Fu Ying could say anything, she quickly explained, "I didn't mean to not inform you. I just suddenly wanted to try it at that time."

"You must tell me even if you try it." Fu Ying whispered and sighed in her ear.

"I'm sorry." Song Shu said.

"What did you see?" Fu Ying asked her.

"A pair of golden eyes." Song Shu said slowly, "Tell me, is it hinting at something?"

Fu Ying: “For example?”

Song Shu unconsciously poked Fu Ying's legs with his fingertips and fell into deep thought.

"Maybe, it's the enemy." She said, "Do you think there will be a golden funeral in the future?"

Fu Ying was slightly surprised: "Golden funeral?"

How powerful would that be? I'm afraid a city could be easily destroyed in an instant.

Song Shu seemed to be shocked by his own guess.

She thought quietly. After all, there were already Red Aliens and Red Zangs in the fourth year after the apocalypse. It was not surprising that Gold Aliens and Gold Zangs appeared four years later. She was just afraid that this was an endless upgrade and evolution.

Could it be that the longer they live, the more they will experience changes in their hearts and minds as brilliant as a rainbow?

It would be better for us to just hold hands and eat the rainbow together in harmony.

"Golden Sang is not impossible." Fu Ying said, "But if what you predicted is true, I will upgrade my level before Golden Sang appears."

Song Shu: "Don't do anything stupid."

Fu Ying smiled and said, "I haven't said what I'm going to do yet. I guess my body's potential will only be stimulated when I'm filled with hatred."

Song Shu didn't laugh with her.

She knew how Fu Ying upgraded last time.

"Isn't your ability really... unique in the world?" She said to herself, "But if you carry the hatred of so many people, you will suffer a lot. I don't want you to be like that."

Fu Ying waved her hand gently, closed the window, and reached out to touch Song Shu's forehead: "It's not hot anymore, can you still sleep now?"

"I'm not really sleepy, I just feel exhausted all over." Song Shu lazily turned sideways and leaned in Fu Ying's arms.

"...With pressure comes motivation." Fu Ying rested his chin on top of her head and analyzed seriously, "I will continue to increase my strength and protect you."

"Although my ability is to feel other people's hatred and absorb their strength, I also feel that my love for you can give me more strength than that hatred." Fu Ying said slowly, her voice seemed to contain a handful of fine hot sand, warming Song Shu's heart, "Love and hate can both give me strength, but I will never put hatred first."

Song Shu thought for a while, and Fu Ying thought with her quietly. Holding the warm and soft beauty in her arms, her heart, which had been tired after a whole day and worried all night, finally relaxed at this moment, and threads of affection surged through her body.

She was troubled.

I have absolutely no resistance to Xiao Shu.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Shu asked suddenly.

Fu Ying was very calm: "I'm thinking about you."

Song Shu sneered softly and teased her: "Thinking about how to tease me?"

Fu Ying's face flushed: "No, don't talk nonsense."

"What? You have your fingers on my belt."

Fu Ying was choked and calmly removed her fingers.

But the moment the fingers moved away, Song Shu also felt her waist loosen. She felt a little funny: "Have you made up your mind to break the jar now? Just do it if you get caught, right?"

"Your belt is too tight. Let me help you tie it again." Fu Ying said, wrapping her fingers around the belt and slowly pulling it off.

Until she wrapped the belt around her wrists, Song Shu pulled her nightgown closer and yawned.

“Want to feel with me?” she asked. “So you can experience something other than frigidity.”

Fu Ying flexed her fingers slightly and hesitated.

“No,” she said. “It would be weird.”

Song Shu snorted, "Stop talking nonsense. You just don't want to suffer. I understand."

Fu Ying threw the belt aside and held her down to lie down: "Go to sleep, don't make trouble anymore."

As soon as the small light was turned off, the room suddenly became very dark.

Song Shu opened his eyes to adapt to the changes in light and darkness, thinking about those golden phoenix eyes.

Fu Ying's hand slid into the clothes and caressed gently, interrupting Song Shu's thoughts.

"Didn't you say you were going to sleep?"

"Ah."

Fu Ying responded softly, kissing the back of her neck.

"Sleep... and sleep, both."

Song Shu laughed and had to cooperate obediently and let her do it.