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

There were countless couples in France openly showing their affection on the streets, but she didn't care about it at all. She was emotionally indifferent and had never had any feelings for anyone.

In her previous life, in her previous life…she had never felt this strange soreness in her body, nor had she ever felt a palpitation in her heart.

Except when she was about to die, a thought popped into her mind:

——I should have left the Freedom Camp and followed Song Shu directly to the Alien Alliance.

However, her hatred was too great, and she hated Bo Li and the entire alien alliance.

Probably, follow people.

"Fu Ying, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Song Shu's confused face, Fu Ying took a deep breath and calmed down.

After calming down, she remembered that her original purpose was just to make Song Shu trust her completely, and then she gradually developed the idea of ​​possessing him.

She thought again that she was reborn. If she had not been reborn, she would not have had so many interactions with Song Shu.

Seeing Fu Ying staring at him intently but not saying anything, Song Shu grabbed Fu Ying's wrist and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Fu Ying closed her eyes and let her go.

"Nothing." She heard herself say, "Go to sleep."

No matter what happened in her previous life, all she needs is the Song Shu of today.

If she can start to have too many emotions for someone now, does it also mean that others should have a chance to choose their lives again?

Song Shu lay back in the quilt and asked Fu Ying to lie down as well.

Although he didn't understand why Fu Ying looked like a ferocious beast that wanted to swallow her just now, he had calmed down now and was lying beside her, staring at the ceiling in silence.

——What's wrong, little sister? Are you unhappy? Song Shu didn't know what Fu Ying was thinking, so he took the initiative to approach her and asked with a smile: "Who offended you again?"

This was the second time she asked Fu Ying this question today. The first time, Fu Ying was happy because of her coaxing her on the rooftop, so it should be okay to coax her again now.

Song Shu was confident that Fu Ying would start speaking ill of others to her the next second, but Fu Ying just moved her eyes, looked at her for a few seconds, and turned away.

"Go to sleep," she said calmly, "You still have to talk to the people in Building 5 this afternoon, and I also need to rest and be well prepared."

"From your tone, I feel like you're going to take over Building No. 5. Don't always exclude others. I will take care of these things." Song Shu patted his abdomen in the bed. "Of course, I won't be afraid with you around."

"Rejection?" Fu Ying spat out two words coldly.

Song Shu: "I mean, don't be so hostile to other people. Look, isn't it pretty good to get along with Gu Zhenyan and the others? If you didn't stop and killed them, then we--"

"I'm sorry, the education, teachings, and lessons I received since childhood...are not enough to make me a person who always considers others." Fu Ying interrupted her lightly, "Maybe you have received a better education than me, and you can become such a person."

"..."

Song Shu pulled himself into the quilt, and upon hearing this, he pulled the quilt hard on Fu Ying's side.

I can’t pull it, forget it!

"You want to quarrel with me, don't you?" Song Shu said, "Well, if you provoke me, I will kick you out tomorrow."

Fu Ying: “Yeah.”

Song Shu: "You agreed so decisively? Then you can get out now."

Fu Ying turned his head away, with no emotion on his face, and looked at her for a long time.

Song Shu's hands were tugging at the quilt, and finally he couldn't help it anymore and reached out to twist the back of Fu Ying's hand.

"Are you angry?" She heard Fu Ying ask this indifferently. She seemed to be filled with anger in her heart. Just as she was about to use force with her hands, she was pulled back by Fu Ying with such force that she could not pull it out.

"Why don't you choke me first?" Song Shu rolled his eyes, "You're still being shameless."

"Sorry, I don't have much experience in coaxing girls." Fu Ying said.

"Who asked you to coax me? I was just explaining the interests involved in a gentle manner, but you felt uncomfortable and started to choke me." Song Shu said, "And just now you were pulling me and not talking. What's the matter? Do you want to start a cold war?"

As she was talking, she felt the heat radiating from the quilt, so she moved closer: "The mouth is cold, but the body is hot."

When she got closer, Fu Ying felt a faint itch on one side of her body, and her breathing suddenly became unstable: "...Go to sleep."

Song Shu watched the man turn over with his back facing him, but he didn't panic. He opened his arms and hugged his waist from behind.

After a long while, Fu Ying spoke in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"

"Don't make noise, I'm about to fall asleep." Song Shu's eyes were so sore that he couldn't open them. He woke up again after being called like this. He said unhappily, "If you have anything to say, wait until I wake up and talk."

Fu Ying stared at the wardrobe, with Wenruan pressed closely behind him, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Don't you have anything to ask?" she said softly.

Song Shu buried his face in her soft hair and hummed.

Fu Ying suddenly turned over, hugged Song Shu, who had her eyes closed, into her arms, and lowered her head to gently touch her forehead with the tip of her nose.

"You have such a good temper," Fu Ying stroked her back gently, "You won't get angry at others?"

Song Shu didn't respond, but just murmured, "You smell so good."

Fu Ying was unyielding and asked again: "Are you not angry about what I just said?"

Song Shu's chest rose and fell slowly. Fu Ying didn't know if she could feel the heat in her heart, so she asked again patiently, her hot breath touching Song Shu's lips.

As the saying goes, three times the limit, Song Shu was afraid that she would ask more, so he replied reluctantly: "I will be angry."

Fu Ying said: "I am telling the truth. I won't lie to you. This is what I think in my heart, but..."

"Anyway, you are no longer in Fran Country," Song Shu said, "you are with me."

Fu Ying blurted out in a whisper: "Then...what if I want more?"

Song Shu opened his eyes and met her obscure gaze.

"What do you want?" she asked.