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

"Where have you been?" Song Shu was pushed towards the bed by Fu Ying.

She turned her head and smelled a hint of sweetness from the cold breath around Fu Ying. She couldn't help but said, "I thought you wouldn't be back tonight, Gu Zhenyan--"

"You're sleeping well, ignore him." Fu Ying took off her jacket and threw it on the bed casually, "Get on the bed."

Song Shu took off his slippers and curled back into the bed. When Fu Ying lay down, the quilt became much warmer.

A wisp of black mist hit the switch with a "click", and the room became dark in an instant.

Song Shu had half of her face buried in the soft pillow. She could clearly hear the subtle sounds of Fu Ying's every breath, as well as the sound of her body rubbing against the sheets.

Suddenly, Fu Ying found her fingers in the quilt and slowly hooked them.

"Why, no patrol in the second half of the night?" Song Shu asked.

Fu Ying moved her body closer to Song Shu, and the warm breath surrounded the faces of both of them.

"Yu Yi and I will go to other buildings to search for living people and supplies." She said softly.

Song Shu: "What? When did you agree with him? Why didn't you tell me?"

Fu Ying said calmly, "I just went there on a whim."

Song Shu said: "What's the result? It seems that you didn't find any living people or supplies, and returned empty-handed."

The communication between them seemed to be suspended in the air.

After a moment, Fu Ying let out a very low laugh, with an indescribable subtle emotion in it.

"Your tone seems a bit... excessive." She moved closer to Song Shu's face until her nose touched his forehead. "Since this was a sudden decision, I couldn't come back in time to tell you, right?"

Song Shu stepped back and said, "I just think that if you rashly go to another place to inspect, I won't know if something goes wrong."

"So you're worried about me?" Fu Ying immediately asked, "Or are you worried about someone else getting into trouble?"

"I'm worried that we'll become the second Building No. 4," Song Shu said, "especially before we gather all our forces."

Fu Ying's fingertips gradually moved upwards, covering the back of her neck, and whispered, "There are survivors in other buildings, there is no doubt about that. But how to make them willing to join us, or let them know our intentions, we need to consider it."

She felt Song Shu holding his breath, and added: "There are many dangers in this community, not just the monsters, but also the people. When they saw Building No. 4 collapse, they would only think about how to escape quietly and move to another place. They would not be willing to stay here."

"Of course I know. I'm not a fool." Song Shu said gloomily.

Fu Ying curled her lips, and her slender fingers gently slid back and forth on the back of her neck.

"If you're not stupid, you'll realize that you shouldn't trust me," she said meaningfully.

Song Shu: “…”

"Don't scare people all the time." She pouted and said, "I know you won't hurt me."

Fu Ying: "Oh, this idea is already very stupid."

"..."

"But," Fu Ying murmured in a low voice, "I really won't betray you."

It was already two o'clock in the morning. Song Shu had not yet woken up. Under Fu Ying's ambiguous touch, his body gradually relaxed and his breathing became steady.

Fu Ying listened to her breathing quietly, pulled the quilt up a little, and closed her eyes.

When she was about to fall asleep, her consciousness became less clear and she seemed to hear the sound of a shower in her ears.

In the hazy mist, a slender figure slowly emerged, and clear, transparent water droplets fell on her fair back, unable to stop falling.

Fu Ying felt a numbness on the back of his neck and suddenly opened his eyes!

The temperature in the quilt was getting higher and higher, and the hot breath dissipated outside the quilt as her body rose and fell.

"Huh..." Song Shu was still sleeping, probably in a deep sleep, and did not sense any unusual movements from the people around him.

Fu Ying closed her eyes tightly, stretched out her hand and rubbed the back of her neck which was still numb. Her heartbeat was much different from usual.

She took a moment to let the beautiful scene in her mind dissipate.

However, as soon as she heard Song Shu's breathing, she inevitably felt an itchy and numb feeling behind her ears.

——It’s just a body that every girl has, Fu Ying thought, and Song Shu is very thin, doesn’t like sports, has no abdominal muscles, and no nice lines.

But...I want to have it.

Fu Ying didn't realize that she had unknowingly moved closer to Song Shu's cheek in the dark.

Song Shu still likes to curl up and sleep like before.

Fu Ying hugged her body and breathed more gently.

"Song Shu." she called.

Song Shu did not respond. Fu Ying then gently pushed her knees, and Song Shu finally responded. She made an ambiguous humming sound due to being disturbed, and followed Fu Ying's movements, stopping curling up her legs and slowly straightening them.

But he also moved closer to Fu Ying's body, stepped one leg forward, hooked it around Fu Ying's waist and continued to sleep soundly.

Fu Ying: "..."

She was silent for a moment, patted Song Shu's leg, and whispered, "Take it off."

Song Shu: "Huh..."

Fu Ying licked her lips. Song Shu had two sets of pajamas, one of which was a robe that was long enough to cover her ankles.

She grabbed the furry fabric at Song Shu's calf and slowly rubbed it forward.

My throat suddenly felt swollen, as if there was a heart beating heavily there.

Song Shu was too naughty, she thought, and should be taught a lesson.

When her fingertips rubbed the base of her legs, Fu Ying pinched it with a little force and quickly pulled her hand away.

"Ugh..." Song Shu felt pain, opened his eyes dazedly, and retracted his legs.

When she realized what was happening, she rubbed her eyes and jumped up from the bed: "Ah! What bit me?!"

Fu Ying closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Song Shu turned his head and saw that she was not awake, so he quickly closed his mouth again.

She rubbed the painful area, feeling puzzled.

No, she didn’t have any nightmares about being chased and bitten by monsters, right?

Feeling depressed and confused as well as lingering sleepiness, Song Shu lay down again.

When her legs touched the hot sheets, she realized that her nightgown had been pulled up to her thighs.

Plus, she seemed to have crossed her legs over Fu Ying just now...

God, when did her sleeping posture become so bad???