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

When she was sleeping soundly at night, Fu Ying opened her eyes in the dark room, listened to Song Shu's breathing beside her, and gently leaned to the side.

Song Shu's lips were so close, and he was ready to put his idea into practice.

Fu Ying pulled the quilt up a little, and stroked Song Shu's eyebrows back and forth with her fingers, the delicate and soft touch lingering on her fingertips.

The gentle fingertips continue to wander on the cheeks, evoking the soft emotions deep in the heart.

In her previous life, Fu Ying had seen many people lose their lives because of emotions, and she could not understand it at the time.

Emotions are a weak spot.

Fu Ying thought so and couldn't suppress the restlessness surging in her heart.

She groped for Song Shu's soft lips in the darkness.

At this moment, it seems as if time has slowed down.

For the first time, Fu Ying realized that her heartbeat was so loud.

She opened her eyes in the darkness, feeling the close fit of their lips. She reached out and gently stroked Song Shu's hair, and her hot breath fell on Song Shu's cheek.

The two hearts were not close together, but they seemed to resonate with each other.

Fu Ying released her lips and calmed down for a moment.

Seeing that Song Shu didn't move, he continued kissing, trying out the delicate texture on his lips bit by bit, swallowing the lip beads, and pushing open his teeth.

Song Shu slept soundly, perhaps because he had consumed too much mental energy today. Even with the support of the spirit crystal, it would not work. He still needed his mental energy to recover fast enough.

As for Bai Yi, his mental strength is naturally not as good as others.

Song Shu ate some candy before going to bed, and Fu Ying could taste the sweetness of milk in her mouth.

It enters the mouth and also the heart.

Fu Ying retreated silently, the subtle sound of lips parting in her ears was enough to make her face hot and her body numb.

She used the cold air in the room to blow away the heat on her cheeks, and her arms felt warm and her heart itchy.

Is progress a bit too fast?

If Song Shu knew that I had fallen in love in these few days, would he be scared?

After all, the first people she thought of as romantic partners were of the opposite sex.

Would you accept her feelings? Although the comics I like tell the story of two heroines, not all CP fans can accept... accept the relationship in real life.

If you think too much, you will become irritable.

Therefore, I had to steal another kiss to ease the negative emotions in my heart.

Fu Ying reached out and hugged Song Shu in her arms, and the sleeping man subconsciously trusted her. In order to sleep more comfortably, he took the initiative to move closer to her and change his position, his breathing still steady and long.

So the two people became closer.

Fu Ying kissed her gently, her throat rolling, and her fingertips moved down to touch the "true heart".

Everyone has it, but Song Shu is different.

Fu Ying held her breath and concentrated, fearing that Song Shu would be suddenly awakened by her movements.

"Ouch————"

In the distance, there was a faint and muffled sound like a wolf howling.

Fu Ying stopped all movements, hugged the person in her arms, closed her eyes, and patted Song Shu's back as if to cover up her mistake.

Song Shu also struggled to wake up under her slapping. His eyes were wide open, but all he saw was darkness and the blurry outline of a human figure.

Just as she was about to speak, Fu Ying covered her mouth: "Shh."

Song Shu was sleeping soundly, but suddenly this happened and his head felt dizzy.

"Mmmm?" What happened?

"There seem to be wolves outside, maybe werewolves, wolf-like beings." Fu Ying whispered, "Of course, it could also be a strange zombie."

"Woo woo woo?" And then?

"Don't sleep too deeply, Song Shu." Fu Ying said, "If you are not awake when you wake up, I won't be able to carry you and run."

She let go of Song Shu's lips and gently wiped the water stains on her lips with her fingertips: "Do you still drool when you sleep?"

Song Shu hurriedly wiped it with the back of his hand and was confused: "Ah? I don't know."

Fu Ying curled her lips in the darkness, her tone still calm: "Drooling is not a good habit, you should pay more attention to it in the future."

"Then you supervise me," Song Shu said a little embarrassedly, "I wasn't like this before... maybe I drank too much water at night."

She wiped her lips vigorously, and the sleepiness came again: "No, let's just leave it like this, I'll sleep a little longer, I'm so sleepy, you should also go to bed quickly to conserve your energy..."

"Well, I fall asleep slowly, so you can sleep well." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu changed his position and lay flat on the bed, and Fu Ying let go of his hand at the right time.

"Song Shu, do you dream at night?" she said.

Song Shu: "Yes, I just had a nightmare."

Fu Ying: “What is it?”

Song Shu: "Nothing, I just dreamed that someone stuffed a small fish into my mouth and blocked my mouth with tape."

Fu Ying: "..."

Song Shu patted her hand gently: "Go to sleep quickly, it's normal to have nightmares."

Fu Ying was silent for a few seconds, then said, "You slept soundly at night."

"Yes, my greatest strength is that I sleep soundly." Song Shu said, "No matter what happens, as long as I fall asleep, everything will be fine."

As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her voice, as if she was talking to herself: "However, sometimes I have nightmares... But, sleeping is still the most comfortable."

Fu Ying rubbed her head: "Yeah."

In the second half of the night, the room returned to silence.

Fu Ying closed her eyes and let her consciousness fall into a state of chaos.

The body gradually relaxes.