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

It was so close that Fu Ying could almost see how many eyelashes Song Shu had. She was stunned and silent for a moment before she whispered, "I want whatever you have."

Song Shu said: "What can I give you?"

"Yes," Fu Ying said, "there are a lot."

She slowly stroked the furry fabric on Song Shu's back. Her fingertips felt warmer and her breathing became lighter.

——To trust, to rely on, to kiss.

She wants a lot, and Song Shu also wants what she wants.

One of the things was right in front of her, but she couldn't get it.

Song Shu curled up in the quilt with his head sticking out, and his cheeks slowly felt the coolness.

"Then tell me what you want. If I have it, I'll give it to you." Song Shu said, "But you have to know that I'm not a god."

Fu Ying chuckled softly, and moved his warm fingertips to her cold cheek, stroking it back and forth repeatedly, with strange emotions surging in his eyes.

"No, you have to give me what I want."

Song Shu was stunned and said helplessly: "You are too overbearing, aren't you? Do you really think I am the universal pocket of that blue Doraemon?"

Fu Ying asked back: "Why not? I won't ask anything excessive of you, I just want you to give me everything you have."

Song Shu was confused: "Ah? But, but that won't work..."

Fu Ying's face darkened slightly, and she said unhappily, "What's wrong?"

Song Shu's brain was racing because of Fu Ying's logic, which reminded her of some talk shows she had watched before, and some debating skills were about to be revealed.

"Well...we...we can't share everything."

She had a flash of inspiration and confidently pointed out the flaws in Fu Ying's logic.

"For example, if I'm in a relationship, how can I give my lover to you?"

……

There was an unknown hot sensation surging deep in Fu Ying's heart, which seemed to cool down instantly.

She stared at Song Shu, whose expression looked matter-of-fact and a little proud. Her gaze seemed to be frozen in the air, not moving at all.

Seeing that she didn't react, Song Shu raised his eyebrows smugly: "Well, am I right? If I had it, I definitely couldn't share it with you."

Fu Ying's nostrils twitched unconsciously, and her voice quickly became low and emotionless: "Yeah."

It seemed that she was not satisfied with the hum, and the fingers that were caressing Song Shu's cheek began to knead the soft flesh and pulled it aside without any hesitation.

Song Shu felt pain: "Hey, hey, stop pinching my face, what if it gets disfigured?"

Fu Ying didn't let her go, his eyes were cold and his tone became very impolite.

"Do you have someone you like now?" she said. "Who? What's your name? Where is he?"

Song Shu blinked: "I don't have anyone I like. I have never been in love since I was a child. Why are you asking this? Are you in love?"

She thought about it and felt that Fu Ying was not the kind of person who liked others casually, and said, "Oh, when you are young, you will have wild thoughts. It's not time for you to fall in love yet."

Fu Ying silently gritted her teeth and took a deep breath through her nose.

"I'm asking you." She almost squeezed out the sound from her lips, "Answer me, what do you think of them?"

Song Shu was puzzled: "Who? Which them?"

Fu Ying said: "They, the people outside, your first impression of them."

Song Shu suddenly realized: "Ah, you mean Gu Zhenyan, Wang Sheng and the others? Are you asking about my first impression of them?"

Fu Ying realized that what she asked was different from what Song Shu understood, but this also made it easier for her to ask certain things, so she asked, "Well, how do you feel about them? What's your first impression?"

Song Shu was no longer sleepy. Fu Ying's words aroused her curiosity. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you in love with someone? Tell me, hurry up, I'll help you check."

"..."

Fu Ying's face turned cold, and Song Shu quickly changed the subject: "Oh, let me say first, I don't have any feelings for them. You should know that I usually don't go out. Even if I meet people of the same age, I don't have any intention of developing any feelings."

Fu Ying: "How is Gu Zhenyan?"

Song Shu: "He's too arrogant. I can't stand him."

Fu Ying: "Where are Ren De and Ren Fa?"

Song Shu: "Ren De is prone to going crazy, Ren Fa is more normal, but also quite crazy, so it's hard to judge."

Fu Ying: "Wang Sheng?"

Song Shu: "...I will never develop a relationship with a guy with a buzz cut in this life."

After a few rounds, Fu Ying's eyes suddenly flickered as he looked at her. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but he was definitely not relaxed.

She asked in a low, quick voice.

"Yu Yi has similar interests to you, will you...?"

Song Shu heard the previous words clearly and began to think: "Yu Yi? He and I have the same hobbies, and his personality seems to be okay..."

Fu Ying didn't realize how cold her eyes were at the moment, and Song Shu was still thinking, staring at the ceiling and completely unaware of her gaze.

There was a high wall outside the residential complex, and wisps of black fog were flying from the ground towards Building No. 1.

Yu Yi watched Kane rush down cursing and blocking the survivors who wanted to enter Building No. 1. He stood next to Cao Jian and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

"But I am obsessed with looks."

Song Shu suddenly turned around and stuck out his tongue at Fu Ying: "Actually, I don't mind him having a birthmark... but even if he doesn't have it, he doesn't have the kind of facial features that I would consider good-looking."

Fu Ying looked away the moment she turned her head, and said lightly: "Then you are quite picky about other people's appearance."

Song Shu smiled and said, "Ah, after all, I like watching anime, and I'm not really interested in people in real life."

"…What's wrong, Yu Yi?"

At this moment in Building No. 1, Cao Jian looked at Yu Yi who was covering the back of his neck and asked him.

Yu Yi shook his head: "Nothing, let's go downstairs to check, before they start fighting."

Unnoticed by anyone, the black fog slowly returned to the wall and merged into it.

Fu Ying's expression softened a little as she looked at Song Shu, who was smiling a little embarrassedly.

"So... among the people you've been with before, who has the best-looking face?"

Song Shu pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"You said I might be moved? That's really not the case." She said as she lingered on Fu Ying's eyebrows.

"But you have a beautiful face, at least to my taste. As long as you don't do bad things, I can forgive you because of your face even if we have a quarrel."

Fu Ying pursed her lips, trying not to let herself smile at all because of Song Shu's words.

"They are them, and I am me," Fu Ying said. "There is no comparison."

Song Shu nodded: "There is indeed no comparison, because I have never thought of letting any man live in my room and sleep in the same bed."

Fu Ying pondered the countless meanings of her words, and finally just replied: "What about me?"

"You can! That's why I said you are not comparable to them." Song Shu said with a smile, "You can sleep here without worry."

Fu Ying said calmly: "What if I say I want to use this bed forever? There will be no one else, just you and me."

Song Shu smacked his lips: "Of course you can, but are you so overbearing that you even want to occupy the bed..."

——I don’t want the bed, I want you. Fu Ying thought, since this silly little squirrel can’t realize the problem yet, then it’s meaningless for her to take the initiative to speak now.

She moved up a little, pressed Song Shu's head against her neck and shoulder, and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Take a nap, if only I could stay with you till the end of time.

One day, your body will become inseparable from mine.