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

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Song Shu didn't expect that this would be the first thing Fu Ying did.

She asked tentatively, "In the future... no more?"

Fu Ying hummed softly.

Song Shu was considering his words when he heard Fu Ying speak in an obscure tone.

"If you're still okay with that in the future...I can just kiss the outside."

Song Shu somehow reacted all of a sudden and said hesitantly, "Okay..."

Fu Ying was silent for a while, then took out a clean T-shirt and asked her to change into it again: "I have made your clothes dirty."

"It's okay, it's just your tears." Song Shu licked his lips and looked at her expressionless face, "So the rest of the memories are still to be seen--"

"Then it's like in the first week, you're going to establish a different alliance, destroy the Freedom Camp, and then kill me and get the Red Crystal yourself." Fu Ying said, "I need to think about how to start from my memory after death."

"Can I still skip around after extracting memories?" Song Shu took off her clothes. Fu Ying stared at her fair skin, but her eyes seemed to be burned, so she moved her gaze to the side.

After Song Shu put on his clothes, she turned her gaze back and asked in a very gentle voice: "You don't think you are her, right?"

"You're afraid I'll have a nightmare at night." Song Shu said simply, "I won't."

Fu Ying was silent.

Song Shu was more resolute than her and grabbed a blanket and covered himself with it.

"We must continue to look at this memory. Since it can be viewed, it means it is what we need to see. Whether it is good or bad, sad or happy, we must find the part that is beneficial to the current situation." She looked at Fu Ying's gloomy face and added, "- but not now, we should pay attention to the movements around the base."

Fu Ying stood up: "I'll go outside."

Song Shu didn't stop her, so she walked around the coffee table and returned to the sofa, leaning down and kissing Song Shu's forehead: "Aren't you going to keep me?"

"Will you go out and kill monsters indiscriminately and pound the wall crying?" Song Shu asked.

Fu Ying frowned: "I want to stay in the base."

"That's all," Song Shu held her slender fingers, "Protect yourself and don't hurt yourself. I'll rest here for a while and wait for you to come back, okay?"

Fu Ying hummed, stood up and walked towards the balcony partition door.

Open the door, walk out, and close the door.

Before Song Shu lay down, she opened the door again and came in.

"I'm not going out." Fu Ying said as she got on the sofa, hugged Song Shu and lay down, "I'm not going anywhere."

Song Shu was wrapped tightly in a blanket by her, unable to stretch his arms, just like a spring roll: "?"

Looking at Fu Ying's face shrouded in gloom, Song Shu felt pity in his heart and leaned over to bite her lips.

Fu Ying closed her eyes slightly and kissed her back cautiously, afraid to disturb her and bring back those bad memories.

"Don't forget the main thing. Don't let the people in the base get hurt." Song Shu thought about it and asked Fu Ying for her opinion. "I really think that Hong Sang who looks exactly like Xuan Ya is too weird. If I met the mastermind in the first round, then-"

Fu Ying did not respond, but reached out and stroked her cheek, with deep heartache revealed in his dark eyes.

After staring at each other for a while, Fu Ying lowered her head and gently pressed her forehead against Song Shu's, feeling each other's warmth.

"You are the most special." She murmured, "You are my Xiaoshu, the lover I want to protect with my life. I am glad that I can be reborn, and I am grateful that you can love me. No one dares to bully you, and there will be no more in the future..."

Song Shu just leaned in her arms.

The memories are too vivid and bleak, but that’s okay.

It's ok.

They snuggled together quietly like this. Fu Ying didn't feel sleepy at all. She quietly turned off the lights, put her palms on the soft blanket, and felt Song Shu's gentle and lingering breath on her collarbone.

The breath was warm, and seemed to be able to seep into her heart bit by bit, smoothing away all the cold and dark emotions.

She gave Juehen more rights, allowing it to patrol the base on its own, with a wisp of black mist standing guard in every corner.

"I'm going to sleep." Song Shu suddenly spoke in a low voice in her arms, very suddenly.

"I thought you were asleep." Fu Ying patted her back gently and moved her body gently to make her more comfortable in his arms. "Go to sleep. You have to get up in the morning."

Song Shu hummed twice, his voice was as soft as cotton, and Fu Ying felt itchy in her heart, as if her heart was wrapped in a layer of sweet honey. She couldn't help but indulge in the gentleness.

"Don't go crazy when you wake up in the morning." Song Shu muttered, "Don't get angry at anyone with a cold face, don't..."

"No, I won't." Fu Ying agreed patiently, "Go to sleep, I'm here."

Limited Edition Spring Rolls·Song Shu closed his eyes sleepily and quickly fell into a deep sleep, which made Fu Ying very relieved.

Sure enough, it was still the Xiao Shu who fell asleep so quickly.

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In the dark space, Song Shu noticed his heart beating violently.

Because there was silence all around - or rather dead silence, with only her rapid and hurried breathing echoing in her ears.

She moved her feet carefully, not knowing what she was stepping on, it was cold and hard.

Just as she took the next step, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness, and its fingers grasped her ankle tightly like an iron clamp!

His breathing suddenly stopped and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his chest. Song Shu subconsciously tried to break free, but the hand was surprisingly strong and he felt a dull pain in his ankle.

Fear was like a poisonous snake living in a damp puddle, slowly crawling up her ankles, along her calves, thighs, lower back, and spine.

Inch by inch, it devoured her courage and sanity.

Song Shu heard his own frantic, mad-like shouting.

She twitched, opened her eyes, and saw Fu Ying's nervous face.

She was still wrapped in the blanket, unable to stretch her arms, and a layer of sweat covered her back.

I didn't shout out, that wasn't my voice. She thought and asked Fu Ying the time.

"It's seven o'clock." Fu Ying said, staring at her with his dark eyes without blinking. "You're having a nightmare, right?"

I didn't scream and didn't scare Fu Ying. Song Shu continued to think and shook his head: "It's just an unconscious reaction. Before the apocalypse, I sometimes dreamed unconsciously and didn't know what I dreamed about. I would suddenly shiver before waking up."

Fu Ying hummed, and seeing that she couldn't stop struggling, she was a little worried: "What's wrong?"

Song Shu said unhappily, "You're suffocating me. It's so hot. Do you know that you will die of heat if you don't turn on the air conditioner in summer?"

Fu Ying quietly defended herself, "The air conditioner is on, the battery is high, and the temperature is very low."

"You hugged me too tightly, and I couldn't feel the cold wind." Song Shu gently kicked her calf, "Take the blanket away from me."

Fu Ying then did as he was told and allowed her to escape from his arms.

Song Shu was punching in the blanket, looking confused: "What about sewing?"

Fu Ying reached out and removed the black mist that lingered on the edge of the blanket.

"I was afraid you would move around at night, so I sewed the edge of the blanket together."

Song Shu: “…”