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

Song Shu often dreams about the past.

Every time she dreamed of those unbearable memories, she became desensitized little by little, until finally, she had a God's perspective, shrinking into the shell of her past self and calmly feeling the humiliation with her.

Tied hands, a mouth full of fishy smell, crazy jumping little fish, and a mouth sealed tightly with tape.

She knew it was a dream, but she just kept her eyes on every bully who was high and mighty and happy.

In the dream, everyone's face was blurry, as if blurred.

Every time she woke up, she discovered very calmly that she actually still remembered those people's faces.

So what, she thought to herself, I can't kill them, my life has just begun.

I have been living alone in the past few years and have gradually stopped caring about what happened back then.

Her stepfather married her mother when she was in her senior year of high school. She didn't know how he found out about those things or what means he used to get some of them to drop out of school.

I heard that when that group of people got together they were a big pile of shit, and when they dispersed they were countless small puddles of shit, stinking and breeding maggots in the places where they studied. After all the bad things they did were exposed, they were sent abroad by their families.

I don’t know how many people have died since the apocalypse broke out, but who cares?

Anyway, her parents at the time didn't care what she went through.

Song Shu thought so, and once again fell into the destructive memories woven by dreams. He felt the active little fish struggling frantically on his tongue, flapping its upper jaw, trying to escape, but the tightly closed lips were like the last door to extinguish hope.

Then she realized something was wrong.

It seemed that his lips were open, but the little fish was still making trouble on the tip of his tongue and was reluctant to leave.

This is a dream, why would she open her lips?

Song Shu caught this line of thought, and everything in the dream suddenly dissipated and returned to darkness.

In a daze, she opened her eyes, thinking that she was back in a small dark room. Her lips and teeth were open, wet, and the water quickly turned cool in the air.

The mouth is filled with a tingling sensation.

Song Shu reacted in a daze for a moment and realized that she was no longer the abandoned child. The quilt was hot and she subconsciously called out to Fu Ying.

And Fu Ying also responded to her softly.

Song Shu closed her mouth and felt her lips hot and numb, plus the strange feeling in her mouth and saliva inexplicably flowing down her chin. She stared blankly at the dark ceiling for several seconds without saying a word.

Because of sleepiness, her eyes were sore that she couldn't open them, so she closed her eyes again, pursed her lips in silence, and found that those feelings were real and not a dream.

However, there were only two people in the room, it was impossible for someone else to break in...

Could it be Fu Ying…?

Song Shu smelled the familiar sweet fragrance, his consciousness gradually sank, and he felt that it didn't matter if he thought about everything after waking up.

She fell asleep peacefully, but she didn't expect that the people around her were restless in the second half of the night because of her call.

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When Song Shu woke up after a satisfying sleep, he opened his eyes and saw Fu Ying staring at him without any reservations.

Her dark eyes were originally as calm as an ancient well, but when she saw Song Shu wake up, her eyes instantly lit up -

"Hey wait! Don't open the curtains yet!" Song Shu was blinded by the sudden bright light in the room and closed her eyes. She covered her eyes and yelled, "Fu Ying, don't use your supernatural powers to do babysitting-like things!"

Fu Ying: "It's dawn."

Song Shu: "I know!"

She couldn't tell the emotion in Fu Ying's tone, and took a moment to open her eyes.

Fu Ying seemed tired, but she still insisted on staring at him. Song Shu was stunned for a few seconds, thinking of the dream he had last night and what happened after he woke up...

and many more!

Song Shu subconsciously touched his lips, but he didn't expect Fu Ying's gaze to follow his movements.

She...she...Song Shu just woke up and her brain CPU exploded!

Last night, last night she was shadowed by Fu... ?

Fu Ying saw that Song Shu looked shocked and suspicious, and the countless thoughts she had in the second half of the night vanished into thin air. Just as she was about to speak, Song Shu shrank back.

"..." Fu Ying choked, then said indifferently, "What's wrong?"

God, even if she has never been in a relationship or kissed anyone, she has read a lot of novels!

That feeling! If it wasn't a cockroach biting her mouth in the middle of the night, then it was Fu Ying biting her mouth!

Song Shu bit her lower lip hard and accepted her own guess with difficulty. She still didn't quite believe that Fu Ying would kiss her while she was asleep.

Besides, she doesn’t have that kind of feeling towards Fu Ying now.

Would Fu Ying kiss herself? How could Fu Ying kiss herself? Did Fu Ying like girls?

Could it be that she was just being sentimental? You can't just ask her about this, right?

What if, what if Fu Ying actually has someone in her heart, and she dreams about that person and plans to confess her love to him or her by biting his or her mouth?

Song Shu smiled awkwardly: "No, nothing, good morning."

Fu Ying: "Well, good morning."

Seeing her cold look, Song Shu felt more and more that she was wrong, but she didn't think there could be any other possibility, so she had to change the subject.

"Uh, well, I made an appointment with Bo Li to go to her place to talk today."

Fu Ying's eyes became even colder, but she agreed: "Go ahead."

Song Shu touched his lips again and thought it would be better not to break them now. Besides, Fu Ying didn't look like a lesbian in this way. She looked more like a straight woman.

Besides, there is nothing good about me, how could Fu Ying like me?

She hasn't decided whether she can have a relationship.

Besides, I don’t like girls now... If Fu Ying misunderstands my meaning, we can’t even be friends.

She sighed and patted Fu Ying's arm vigorously: "How about this, Fu Ying, you go with me."

Fu Ying said: "No need, go by yourself, I haven't woken up yet."

She turned over with her back facing Song Shu and wrapped the quilt around her head.

Song Shu: "Well...well, you sleep well, I'll go see Luo Ze."

She got up, took her clothes, left the bedroom and went to the bathroom to change. Luo Ze was still lying on the bed, snoring loudly. It must have been a long time since he had slept so soundly.

Song Shu didn't disturb her. After washing up, he poured the eight-treasure porridge into a bowl and heated it in the microwave. He also heated up the chicken legs and meatball skewers, then sat at the dining table and ate slowly.

Luo Ze woke up slowly after smelling the fragrance. The moment he woke up, he was so dazed that he thought he was kidnapped and almost rolled off the bed.

Song Shu raised his eyebrows at her: "Wash your face, brush your teeth, and eat."

Luo Ze ran to the bathroom with a smile on his face.

Song Shu quickly finished his breakfast and went to take a look in the bedroom. Seeing Fu Ying wrapped in a quilt and sleeping with her eyes closed, he stopped disturbing her.

She held Luo Ze and whispered, "When my sister wakes up, tell her that I'm going to Building 5. If she wants to look for me, she can go there."

Rose nodded vigorously.

Song Shu touched her head and forced a smile.