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

"The people you rescued only obeyed your management because they had a place to stay at the time." Ah Yan sat on the armrest of the sofa, one hand passed through Bo Li's long hair, playing around with it unscrupulously.

"Once a crisis occurs, do you think they will listen to you or leave on their own initiative?"

She pinched Boli's earlobe as if no one was around, and rubbed it gently.

"Luo Ze's ability is a bit against the sky." She didn't care about Ah Yan's behavior, and naturally crossed her legs and talked to Song Shu, "If anyone is thinking about her, then he doesn't deserve to stay here."

Song Shu did not continue the conversation: "We are being watched. If the monster attacks, how confident are you that we can defend the base?"

The smile on Bo Li's lips froze, she was still smiling, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Fu Ying's black wall controls the ground, and I use telekinesis to protect the sky. The defensive measures are fine." She said, "But if we encounter a monster that is too strong, we don't know their abilities and will be caught off guard."

"That's what I thought." Song Shu said, "So we can't just sit there and wait for death."

Bo Li tilted his head slightly, used his fingers to block Ah Yan's harassment of his ears, sat up straight, and put his legs down: "You want to go out? It's snowing outside, it's not suitable to be invisible."

"I know. What I mean is that we should move forward stealthily and slowly explore other places." Song Shu said, "Get more intelligence. If we can find the location of other groups of monsters, we can deal with them as soon as possible."

"Does Fu Ying know what you are thinking?" Bo Li said.

Song Shu: "She used the black wall to deal with the white zombies yesterday. It was a response to the intelligent weird zombies. The community will be ready to fight the weird zombies."

"What response?" Bo Li asked in surprise, "Was what she did yesterday a demonstration or a provocation? People in the community don't know yet—"

"They should have known it long ago." Ah Yan whispered beside him, "On the day when the apocalypse broke out, they should have known that either the living survived or the dead won."

"Especially now - the dead have wisdom and consciousness of their own," she said. "Too many people have been huddled in the building for too long and don't even know what has happened outside."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Boli slapped her hand that was touching the back of her neck. She was bitten very badly last night. If it weren't for the fact that the body of a psychic recovers quickly, it would have been swollen this morning.

"Fu Ying said that when the snow season comes, the strength of the monsters will increase greatly." Song Shu said, "Then, this also means that the wise monsters will take advantage of this opportunity to capture our newly built base."

Boli and Ayan both listened attentively and fell into deep thought.

"So what you mean is that they won't act recklessly, but will use strategies." Bo Li said, "Then what strategies will they use?"

"You're thinking too far ahead." Ah Yan patted her head. "The premise for considering their plans is that we have more intelligence and can then speculate on what plans they will come up with."

Bo Li waved away her fingers, but his own hands were strangled. The thick ink in Ah Yan's eyes could not be erased, and the tenderness and lingering affection contained in them almost drowned Bo Li.

Some people think that looking into each other's eyes is like kissing through the air, but Bo Li thinks that looking into each other's eyes is a satisfying love affair.

"There are still people here." Bo Li whispered, "Be more restrained."

"..."

A Yan looked up at Song Shu who was sitting on the other end of the sofa. Song Shu's eyes wandered, looking at the ceiling, the balcony, and the melon seeds and peanuts on the coffee table.

"What's the big deal? Song Shu has been through it himself, right?" Ah Yan joked nonchalantly, "It's not like I don't understand anything."

Song Shu was immersed in the thought of "this melon seed looks really like a melon seed" when Ah Yan suddenly called him out and he turned around inexplicably: "What don't I understand?"

Ah Yan raised his eyebrows: "Want me to explain it more clearly?"

Bo Li realized something and pinched her fingertips, but Ah Yan had already uttered: "It seems that Fu Ying's ability is not very strong. She must have been exhausted last night."

Bo Li glared at Ah Yan angrily. Ah Yan looked at her and changed his words: "Okay, maybe I was wrong. I thought you were the one below like Bo Li... huh?"

Her fingertips were almost broken by the thin wire, so she had to stop talking and looked doubtful.

Bo Li winked at her desperately.

A Yan looked at the dazed Song Shu and finally realized what he meant. He was quite surprised.

Song Shu's face felt hot under the gaze of the two men. She scratched her cheek, moved her body, put her legs together, and rubbed her knees with her hands.

"I...we are not what you think." Song Shu explained, but the blush had spread from his neck to his face, "I am not...a female bronze."

The living room fell into an eerie silence. A Yan was stunned and Bo Li was speechless.

"I told you to stop yelling." Bo Li poked Ah Yan's stomach hard, very dissatisfied, "Is it so hard to shut up?"

Ah Yan's eyebrows twitched: "What is she playing with?"

The scene of the fight on the balcony was still vivid in her mind. She remembered the terrifying and gloomy look in Fu Ying's eyes as if he wanted to kill her, and she thought they were a couple.

In the end, you didn't pursue her at all?

Bo Li was also helpless. She did guess that the relationship between Fu Ying and Song Shu was not at all the atmosphere of a couple in love, but she was also surprised when Song Shu said this.

I didn't expect Song Shu to be straight.

"I've never been in a relationship. Besides, I don't plan to be in a relationship." Song Shu felt that the living room was too hot. She exhaled and felt very embarrassed. "I don't know if Fu Ying has that kind of feeling for me..."

Ah Yan: “Ask.”

Bo Li: “No, you can’t ask directly.”

Ah Yan: "How do you know if you don't ask?"

Bo Li: "How can you let Song Shu ask about this? If Fu Ying has that kind of emotion, she should express it herself."

Ah Yan: "Stupid, didn't you hear her say she doesn't like girls?"

Bo Li: "It's because she doesn't like girls right now that we can't ask directly. How do we deal with this problem after asking?"

"You liked girls from the beginning? It was me--" Ah Yan said as Bo Li pressed his lips. Song Shu rubbed his hands and stood up awkwardly.

"Well, I'll go back first." She put her hands in her pockets and felt her palms sweating. "Fu Ying doesn't seem like the type of person who likes me. Let me think about it..."

"What are you thinking about?" "Don't leave." Bo Li and A Yan said at the same time.

"..."

Song Shu felt like he was going to die. He turned his head to look at the falling snow outside the balcony, trying to find the snowflake that could take him away.

"Maybe Fu Ying fell in love with you at first sight, that's why she stayed." Bo Li said in a gentle voice.

"That woman's eyes look like she wants to swallow you up. It would be strange if she doesn't like you." Ah Yan sneered, "She almost killed me."

Song Shu's eyes suddenly felt sore. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and muttered, "Really? It's obviously because you have a bad temper and you are not happy with me."

"That's all because of the low profit margins." Ah Yan said calmly.

Bo Li: “…” Ah, okay, just blame her, she is the source of all the trouble.

Song Shu pursed her lips, pushed open the sliding door, walked to the edge of the balcony, and the flying snow instantly fell on her.

"Let's have our meeting later in Building 2."

Bo Li: “Okay.”

Song Shu stretched out his hand to block the snowflakes that were flying towards his face, narrowed his eyes slightly, and planned to fly back.

A wisp of black mist, mixed in with the flying snow, slowly floated in front of her.

Song Shu reached out to touch it and heard a slight footsteping sound.

She turned her head and looked at Fu Ying, who was dressed in black and had a cold expression.

"Are you done? Let's go." Fu Ying held out her hand. "It's cold outside."

Song Shu was stunned for a long time before holding her hand.

The moment she fell into a reliable embrace, Fu Ying pulled up her hood, supported the back of her head with her hands, and jumped out from the balcony.

The strong wind whistled past his ears. Song Shu closed his eyes and hugged Fu Ying's neck tightly.

If only someone could teach her what love is, she thought.