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

"Wow--"

As the water heater button was turned on, warm water quickly poured into the shower head. Song Shu closed his eyes and let the soft flowing water kiss his back.

The mist in the bathroom gradually rose, warm and moist, gently caring for her body in all directions and taking away all fatigue.

"..."

Fu Ying leaned on the leather sofa in the living room, holding the first volume of Song Shu's favorite comic "I Will Never Forget My Master After Reincarnation" in her hand.

She lowered her eyes and read, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her slender fingertips lightly touched a page of paper, lingering on the protagonist of the story - a ragged girl with red eyes.

This story is about cultivating immortals. It begins with the heroine, who is a demon god, being plotted to die by her master. She is reincarnated into an orphan with her memories, only to find that she has been reborn hundreds of years ago when her master had just become a disciple of the sect.

How did the heroine do it? She was originally a demon god and planned to become the master's junior sister, and then abandon her after she fell in love with her, in order to avenge her past life.

Fu Ying turned the page and her eyes stayed on the second protagonist who occupied an entire page. This page of comics was written from a first-person perspective, depicting the master in the heroine's memories.

A gentle woman in a blue dress with cloud patterns was smiling and holding a red bone whip in her palm, which she was handing to the heroine.

The following page contains a direct description of the heroine and a side description of the two people. The heroine's beautiful red eyes are full of infatuation, and the face-to-face scene between the master and the disciple is also very beautiful.

This is the end of the first volume.

Fu Ying closed the comic and put it down. Maybe because she didn't read comics or novels very often, she didn't feel anything after finishing this volume.

——But, you still have to watch it, so that you can find common topics.

Fu Ying thought about it and shifted her gaze to the blurry figure on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

She stared at it for a few seconds without blinking, then closed her eyes and decided to relax for a while.

wow-

Fu Ying closed her eyes and rested, but was unknowingly immersed in the psychic's keen hearing.

I could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom, which tugged at my heartstrings. The picture seemed to appear slowly in the darkness, from blurry to clear.

It seemed as if the gentle water flow was caressing one's skin. The gradually heavy breathing sound mixed with the sound of water, forming a subtle resonance.

This is a very special and wonderful feeling. Fu Ying clenched her fingers lightly, almost drowning herself in the sound of water.

"——Fu Ying?"

A call suddenly interrupted her thoughts!

Fu Ying opened her eyes, the haziness in her eyes quickly dissipated, the sound of water in the bathroom was no longer as distant and pleasant as before, she stood up and responded, "What's wrong?"

"..."

At this time, Song Shu, who was standing in the bathroom, wiped the water off his hair, and a muffled voice reached Fu Ying's ears through the glass:

"My pajamas and...small clothes. I didn't bring them. Can you help me find them? They're on the bottom shelf on the right side of the closet."

Fu Ying: "Okay."

She returned to the bedroom, opened the closet, and pulled out the bottom drawer.

…is black.

Fu Ying picked it up, her fingertips touching the soft fabric, then she picked up the squirrel pajamas that Song Shu had placed on the bed and walked to the bathroom door.

"Open the door," she said.

The door was instantly opened a little, and the hot air escaped. A wet hand with a white arm stretched out, reaching for the air.

Fu Ying stood there motionless, staring at Song Shu's arm swaying in front of her.

Song Shu couldn't get the things and looked confused: "Fu Ying, are you there? Fu Ying, I can't get it."

Fu Ying's eyes rolled slightly, and she whispered softly, "Your hands are wet, let me help you get them in."

"Ah? That's fine too." Song Shu agreed, "Just put it in a small basket on the wall."

Fu Ying pushed open the door, lowered her eyes in the misty air, and put the clothes in the basket that Song Shu mentioned.

——Then, he stood still.

She casually tapped the glass door with her fingertips to prevent the heat from escaping.

The sound of water has stopped.

Fu Ying stood by the door, slowly turned around, and stared at the girl who was wiping her body with a towel with her back to her.

Song Shu was unaware of anything. He put his feet on the stool and wiped the water off his legs.

After wiping his body clean, Song Shu took a new towel and covered his head with it, rubbing his hair hard to let the towel absorb excess moisture.

She squinted her eyes and wiped her hair while walking towards the bathroom door, and ended up bumping into Fu Ying's soft and warm body.

"What the hell is this?!"

Song Shu was startled and subconsciously covered her upper body with a towel. She stared at Fu Ying, who had her back to her, and asked, "Why didn't you go out?"

Fu Ying was wearing a sleeveless vest, holding a windbreaker in her hands, and did not look back.

"I just took off my clothes because I wanted to wash my face." She said in a steady voice, "I hope I didn't scare you."

Song Shu: “…”

She reached out her hand, walked around Fu Ying's body, took away her pajamas and small clothes, and put them on hurriedly.

"Tell me when you come in. I'm really afraid that a weirdo will suddenly appear in the bathroom. This is no different from a horror movie."

Fu Ying glanced at the person in the mirror, watching her put on each piece of clothing in order, and whispered, "Okay."

Song Shu put on his clothes, walked to the mirror, took the hair dryer, and went out.

Fu Ying also followed him out.

Song Shu asked doubtfully: "Don't you want to wash your face?"

Fu Ying was silent for a few seconds, took the hair dryer from her hand, looked at the wall and said, "I'll blow dry your hair."

Song Shu said happily: "Okay!"

She jumped directly onto the bed, sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, waiting for Fu Ying to blow her hair.

...You're not polite at all.

Fu Ying thought about it, stood beside her, combed her wet hair with her fingers, and turned on the hair dryer.

The strong hot wind blew on her scalp. Fu Ying's long fingers shuttled through her soft hair, helping her to dry each strand carefully. Her fingertips gently massaged her scalp with careful and gentle movements.

Song Shu closed her eyes, feeling Fu Ying's care until her fingertips slid down and gently brushed the back of her neck - she shuddered and shrank her neck.

She opened her eyes and met Fu Ying's dark eyes.

As their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.

"..." Song Shu's throat rolled slightly, he looked away, and said awkwardly, "Fu Ying, are you too nice to me?"

Fu Ying put down the hair dryer and combed her warm, dry hair: "Why do you say that?"

"We've only known each other for a few days. Although I know I trust you very much, I can't imagine why you would care about me so much." Song Shu curled his lips, "Could it be that you are attracted to my supernatural powers?"

Fu Ying said calmly: "I really admire your ability."

Song Shu said, "Is that so."

Fu Ying bent her fingers and hooked a strand of Song Shu's hair: "Are you disappointed?"

"No, my special ability is also part of my personal charm." Song Shu shrugged, "I'm not disappointed. Anyway, no one would have a great affection for another person for no reason."

Fu Ying curled his lips and said to her, "Let me put it this way. If it wasn't you, if anyone else had your ability, I would be extremely wary and even want to kill them."

"Why am I different?" Song Shu asked.

Fu Ying didn't respond, but reached out and pinched her nose: "Don't move."

Song Shu did as she was told. Fu Ying stared at her profile and felt unusually soft in her heart.

——Of course you are different. You are Song Shu, the person I truly want to possess in this life.

——You are different from your previous life, and you are different from her. I don’t want to truly possess that leader, but I want to possess the you of today and accompany you to become a leader.

——You are different, Song Shu.

Fu Ying thought to herself, and lowered her head unconsciously, pressing her lips on a strand of hair wrapped around her fingers, her eyes still fixed on Song Shu's profile.

If before it was the desire to own, now it can perhaps be called the desire to possess.

Her mentality is possession, right?

If so—then she possesses it.