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

"Where is Luo Zeren?" After taking a shower, Song Shu put on her coat again and wiped her face in front of the mirror. Fu Ying stood outside the bathroom looking at her.

"In Building No. 1, I went to play with the kids."

Song Shu applied a hot towel to her face, then rubbed it vigorously twice. Fu Ying looked at her rosy face with gentle eyes.

"Have you gone to see Kong Sisi? We can't let her spend the night there." Song Shu said, applying lotion on his face and walked out of the bathroom.

Fu Ying disagreed: "She is safe there."

Song Shu patted her cheek lightly and snorted when he heard it: "You wish she would spend the night there, right?"

Fu Ying stepped forward and hugged her waist, saying calmly, "Well, that way no one will disturb us."

She leaned close to Song Shu, kissed him on the cheek where the lotion had just been applied, and then whispered in his ear: "So... when are we going to try it?"

Song Shu's face was hot. She reached out and gently pushed Fu Ying away, saying, "Don't try. You are a few years younger than me, how do you know so much? Tell me, when you were in France, did you secretly watch some small movies every day?"

Fu Ying: "..."

She clasped Song Shu's waist with her slender fingers, slowly retracted her arms, lowered her eyes and was about to bite Song Shu's lips——

"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door. Song Shu subconsciously put her hand between the two of them, and her palm felt warm. She saw the suspicion in Fu Ying's dark eyes.

"I'll open the door."

She put her hand down, kissed Fu Ying's lips, and walked over to open the door.

Yu Yi stood outside the door, spread his hands and said, "Good evening, Luo Ze is going to sleep with Sisi tonight and won't be back."

Song Shu thought for a moment and said, "Well, let the two children not stay up late to watch TV at night, or else I will punish them by making them copy 500 words for me tomorrow."

Yu Yi raised his eyebrows: "You really should become a primary school teacher after graduation."

Song Shu smiled and said, "I don't have a teaching certificate - OK, thank you for coming to let me know."

Yu Yi smiled gently: "It doesn't matter. I have used my supernatural powers a lot during this period, and I have improved a lot. Now I can teleport five people at a time, but it consumes a lot of mental energy."

Song Shu gave a thumbs up: "Great, I can't lead so many people."

"Xiao Shu." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu turned around and saw Fu Ying leaning against the wall, with a cold and hard profile.

"Well, OK," Song Shu quickly changed the subject, "You are going to explore the east with Cao Jian and the others tomorrow, right? Remember to bring Guo Zi from Building No. 3 with you. It will be better if you two work together."

Yu Yi nodded: "I know, but the other two don't want to be separated from him. To be honest, one is indestructible and the other is Tai Chi, which is a combination of hardness and softness, but the level is not high. It is most suitable for them to accompany other psychics to hone their combat skills."

Song Shu said: "Wang Jin and Chen Ru are already in the base defense team. Guo Zi's ability is auxiliary. Now we need more intelligence to expand the safe area, so Guo Zi must join the exploration team."

Yu Yi shrugged: "Guo Zi himself is fine, but those two guys are not happy."

Song Shu said: "If they are not happy, they can come up with a better plan. I am here waiting for you anytime. In short, don't delay tomorrow's action."

Yu Yi nodded: "That's natural. I want to go see the ice lake in the park tomorrow. I'll bring my phone with me and take some pictures for you."

Song Shu twitched his mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "That's not necessary."

"Then I wish you good night." Yu Yi stretched out two fingers and tapped his temple twice. The birthmark on the edge of his right eye socket was still eye-catching. He blinked his right eye at Song Shu and disappeared on the spot.

Before Song Shu could even take a breath, he heard Fu Ying repeating Yu Yi's last words before he left in a cold voice.

"Good night, then?" she said. "When did you get close enough to him to wish each other good night?"

Song Shu snorted, "Don't spread rumors about me. You heard it yourself. I didn't say goodnight to him."

Fu Ying tilted his head to look at her, his lowered brows revealing a cold look: "He's trying to find something to talk about and delay his departure. Can't you see that?"

"But what he talked about was indeed useful. At least I know that Wang Jin and Chen Ru were not very convinced by the arrangements made by others - or maybe I should say me, they were not convinced by my arrangements."

Fu Ying said: "You asked them to take too much supplies at the beginning, which caused them to take themselves too seriously."

Song Shu spread his hands: "After all, I can't specify that someone cannot go to the supermarket to get supplies. Everyone relied on their own abilities to grab as much as they could. However, the food was only enough for them to use for a short period of time."

"If Cao Jian loses power, Kong Lian loses water, and I stop copying," she discussed calmly, "it won't be long before they leave the community and find other shelters on their own."

Fu Ying: "Do you mean they ran away with the food, or did the community expel them?"

Song Shu: "All of them."

Just as she was about to close the door, she heard a faint laugh coming from the stairs, and the image of the white funeral with one eye missing suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Fu Ying, have you ever thought that, to the weird zombies, we are actually relatively free prey trapped in a cage," she said.

Fu Ying helped her close the door and said, "In this world, whether it's between people or between people and monsters, there is only a relationship between hunters and prey."

"Hunters need to be in groups of their own kind, but they will fight each other when fighting for the spoils. Prey huddle together for warmth, and push their companions out to block difficulties when necessary. These are the most common survival modes in the apocalypse."

Fu Ying held Song Shu's cold hand, stuffed it into her windbreaker, and placed it on her abdomen to cover it.

“People in the community are both prey and predators,” she said. “And I never accept that I would be the prey.”

Song Shu listened to her words, pondered quietly for a moment, and then pulled his shackled hands free.

"I can cover it myself. I can just put it in my pocket."

Fu Ying looked at her steadily, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Xiao Shu, you have to know that our relationship now is different from the past."

Song Shu reached out and turned off the main light in the living room, leaving only the small light at the door. She rubbed the wall with her fingertips and hummed softly.

Fu Ying looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's late. Go get some rest, or someone will come looking for you again."

The two returned to the bedroom, where a faint fragrance floated. Song Shu kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the bed. As soon as he took off his coat, his thin shirt was pulled forward by a force.

Fu Ying's hot and wet kiss fell upon her.