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

Fu Ying cleaned up the mess in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom feeling refreshed.

The soft quilt slid down to the lower back, and Song Shu lay on the pillow, resting his cheek against the smooth fabric with his eyes closed.

Fu Ying came to the bedside, placed his slightly cold palm on her lower back, hooked his fingers around the corner of the quilt and pulled it up.

"What do you think I can see if I use 'precognition' again?" Song Shu was not asleep. Fu Ying fiddled with the hair stuck to her neck and asked gently, "A future where you and I grow old together?"

"Then there's no need to look at it." Song Shu sighed, "There's no need to waste my mental energy to release 'precognition' for this future."

"You want to find clues from the 'precognition' and find out who took the artifact, right?" Fu Ying gently pinched her earlobe, which was small, cute, soft and cool. "I don't think it's that easy."

"If I were Hong Yi, or Jin Yi, would it be easier?" Song Shu said.

Fu Ying didn't say anything, but just leaned over, lay on her side across the quilt, and looked at Song Shu's face sunk into the soft pillow.

Song Shu opened his eyes, which were pitch black. The satisfaction in his eyes had been replaced by rationality, and he just stared at her calmly.

Fu Ying stretched out her fingers to touch her lips and teeth, Song Shu opened his mouth and took them in, mumbling, "No more."

"Then you are so obedient."

Fu Ying tapped the tip of her tongue, retracted her finger, and finally spoke in a serious tone: "If you were a Red Alien or a Gold Alien, releasing 'Precognition' might allow you to see more useful information, but it would also easily lead you into a trap."

"for example?"

"For example, you will become a person who completely believes in fate, and unconsciously move towards everything you foresee. But I know that deep down, you don't want to be manipulated, whether it's a person or the so-called predictive ability, right?"

"He who knows me is not my lover." Song Shu said, "I want to drink green tea."

Fu Ying: "It's so late, and you're still drinking cold drinks? You're not allowed to drink."

Song Shu: "If you don't let me drink, I won't let you touch me or kiss me anymore."

Fu Ying: "...Threatening me?"

Song Shu: "Threatening you, what's wrong?"

Fu Ying glared at her, black mist flew out of her hands, she took out iced green tea from the kitchen refrigerator, poured a little into the glass, and handed it to Song Shu.

"Drink it. That's all you can drink."

Song Shu looked at the liquid level that was not even as thick as a fingernail, and was dumbfounded: "Do you think I'm on an IV drip? It's not enough to flow out from between my teeth."

Fu Ying didn't know how she connected the drip with drinking water. She couldn't think of any words to refute, so she had to hand the cup to her lips: "Drink."

Song Shu: “…Hehe.”

Fu Ying passed it to her directly with her mouth, and placed her palms on the quilt, pressing down on the struggling body.

Song Shu's face turned red, and he grabbed the pillow angrily, tearing it into pieces.

"I think the person holding the artifact will show up soon." She swallowed the sweet liquid and escaped from Fu Ying's lips, insisting on her own thoughts, "Since He Wusheng is a natural spirit and can absorb the power released by the artifact, isn't it a simple matter to kill that guy?"

Fu Ying: "Well, what are you still worried about?"

Song Shu sighed: "Of course I will become blind, deaf and dumb!"

Fu Ying placed the green tea and the glass on the bedside table and poured some more silently. Song Shu became even more depressed when he saw her drinking it by herself.

Fu Ying held the cup tightly, suppressing the urge to crush it, and said with difficulty: "I am also worried about this, so I don't think He Wusheng is safe."

"Anyone who tries to get close to you will scare me." She said softly, "No matter what you encounter, I will not leave you - but I don't want you to experience that."

Song Shu turned over and leaned her smooth back against the cold headboard. She supported the mattress with her hands and tilted her head to look at Fu Ying's gloomy eyes.

"But if that's what I have to go through, I'm going to go through with it. I'm just worried about hurting you—"

Fu Ying: “——But I’m also worried that it might hurt you!”

Song Shu suddenly closed his mouth, leaned over, pressed his hand against her cheek, and rubbed it gently.

Fu Ying stopped talking, her breathing became rapid and unstable, her long fingers tightly clasped around Song Shu's lower back. She blinked her eyes, and warm tears quietly dripped onto Song Shu's shoulders exposed to the air.

"...Why are you crying again?" Song Shu was helpless. Fu Ying never cried before.

She stretched out her fingertips to wipe it gently, but Fu Ying's tears could not stop flowing out. Song Shu panicked and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her face.

"What's wrong with you? Have your tear glands suddenly become developed? I didn't cry like that even though you...treated me. Look at you, what a mess you make me look like." She wiped the tears from Fu Ying's face randomly, not knowing whether to laugh or what.

Fu Ying avoided the tissue and let her tears rub onto her skin.

Song Shu: ...Oh my old swan!

When other people cry they either wail loudly or sob quietly, but her wife was different. She just shed tears without making any sound. They gushed out like water from a spring and she couldn't stop it.

"Then I was wrong, okay?" Song Shu patted her back and comforted her gently, "Let's put it this way, take it one step at a time. Before that happens, it's useless for us to worry too much, right?"

After finally stopping Fu Ying's tears, Song Shu wiped the warm liquid that was sliding down his body and added in a low voice: "As long as you are by my side, I am not afraid of anything."

Fu Ying opened his red eyes and lowered his head to bite her shoulder, his movements sometimes light and sometimes heavy, leaving large marks.

Song Shu thought she wanted to do it again to feel at ease, so he didn't refuse.

Fu Ying wrapped the quilt around her and said fiercely, "Lie down."

Song Shu: "Just lie down..."

She shrank back into the quilt, and Fu Ying hugged her tightly across the quilt: "Sleep."

Song Shu was a little surprised: "Aren't you going to come in and sleep?"

"No need, I'll just hold you like this." Fu Ying turned off the lights and even had a nasal tone when she spoke, which made Song Shu's heart melt.

"You look like a crybaby now..." Song Shu laughed, "If Bo Li and Ye Qi knew that the Living King of Hell was actually a crybaby, they would probably be so scared that their eyes would pop out and they would nag you for the rest of their lives."

Fu Ying snorted coldly: "Let them think whatever they want, it's enough that my wife loves me."

Song Shu: "Then I'll drink some more green tea."

Fu Ying: “No.”

"..."

Hey, woman.