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

In the dark room, the curtains were drawn, blocking out all air.

Therefore, the five senses are amplified and become more acute and sensitive.

Song Shu broke away from a passionate kiss and heard Fu Ying quickly and hastily take off her windbreaker and throw it to the bedside, with a rich sweet fragrance spreading in the air.

Song Shu knew what Fu Ying was going to do next in an instant, cleared his throat, and said, "Fu Ying, wait--"

Fu Ying murmured, her breath unstable: "I don't want to wait."

Song Shu kissed her, constantly pushing away her hands that lingered on his body.

Until Fu Ying stopped touching and moving around, her voice was full of anxiety: "Are you worried that I can't do it well?"

"Well... well, you and I are both inexperienced." Song Shu said, "I just think it's too early."

Fu Ying: "But you accepted their gifts... I know."

Song Shu: "What?"

Fu Ying complained in a low voice: "You are training me."

"..."

Song Shu pushed her off him and said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense."

"You've ruined the atmosphere, Xiao Shu." Fu Ying pulled the quilt up and covered them both, stretched out her arms to hug them, and said sullenly.

Song Shu turned on his mobile phone to play a single-player game. The light shone on Fu Ying's face, and also clearly illuminated the extremely strange expression on her face.

She took out a gold ring at some point and put it directly on Song Shu's right middle finger!

Song Shu's brain went offline, and he stared blankly at the Möbius ring on his hand, only to hear Fu Ying say in his ear:

"Xiao Shu, let's get married."

Song Shu just thought she was childish and smiled helplessly. Then he was silent for a while and took off the ring.

"Don't you want to?" Fu Ying did not stop her, but asked softly.

Song Shu said: "I am willing to marry you, but the ring is forgone."

She did not return the ring to Fu Ying, but placed it on a book on the bedside table. Fu Ying asked, "Why?"

"I don't like these accessories, and I don't like the feeling of being trapped." Song Shu threw his mobile phone next to the pillow, and the light in the room disappeared instantly.

She shrunk back into the quilt and hugged Fu Ying: "You have to know that I have had no expectations for marriage since I was a child. I even felt disgusted."

Fu Ying placed his palm on her lower back and said, "You said you were willing to be with me—"

Song Shu: "I am willing to marry you because I like you, I am willing to develop an intimate relationship with you, and I can't live without you."

Fu Ying frowned in the darkness.

Song Shu pressed his lips against her collarbone, moving slightly as he spoke.

"In my life, I think I have survived until now only because of a sense of self-preservation hidden in my bones and blood. Therefore, it is very difficult for me to take this step."

"I won't discipline you, nor do I want to do that. I am ready to endure a bad ending, even if it will make me completely heartbroken."

Fu Ying: "I can't——"

"Confessing my feelings to you was a decision I made after careful consideration, and being with you is the path I decided to take." Song Shu said, "I have never been as brave as I was that night."

"Maybe in the future you will die first, or I will die first, or maybe we break up because of our different ideas - who can say for sure?"

"But I can't give up the chance to fall in love with you just because I am hesitant."

Fu Ying took a deep breath, the words of rebuttal stuck in her throat, she just hugged Song Shu tighter.

"This is what I think, Fu Ying," Song Shu said.

Fu Ying stroked the back of her neck and was silent for a long time before he said, "Well, I think so too."

A person who survives in the apocalypse with hatred as his power will become weak if he receives love, and will no longer be able to sacrifice the interests of others without scruples.

Love will make her feel that protecting her lover is more important than protecting herself.

"It would be nice if we could live a simple life in the apocalypse." Fu Ying suddenly said, "Just you and me."

Song Shu thought about it and refused: "No, there is no network."

Fu Ying: "..."

Song Shu kissed the corner of her lips and said, "This community is not suitable for intimate actions at all."

Fu Ying: “Why?”

Song Shu snorted, and Fu Ying understood: "Are you worried about someone peeking? If anyone dares to have this idea, just twist his head off."

Song Shu said: "I can't be sure if anyone has peeked at us."

Fu Ying thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go kill the one who can see through things."

Song Shu said, "Guo Zi's perspective can only distinguish the level status and life status in the dark space, and it can only be used for those below the blue level. It is impossible to see the specific scene."

Fu Ying: "So he can sense your location. I'm going to kill him."

Song Shu: “…”

The north wall and balcony on the fourteenth floor outside Building No. 2 were suddenly covered by a layer of black fog.

Song Shu yawned and huddled into Fu Ying's arms: "There's someone in Huanle Harbor, right?"

Fu Ying hummed.

Song Shu asked: "How is it? How many people are there?"

Fu Ying rubbed her hair vigorously, ignored the protests, and said calmly: "I knew there was someone in there from the first day I came here."

Song Shu: "!!! Why didn't you say so earlier?!"

Fu Ying didn't care: "It's not a threat to us."

"Okay, stop talking about other people." She patted Song Shu's butt. "When you are with me, you still want to think about other people. Do you really want me to be jealous?"

Song Shu chuckled: "You hid it very well before."

"I've never hidden it." Fu Ying lowered his head and rubbed her forehead with the tip of his nose, then moved his body down, found those soft lips and pecked them lightly a few times.

Song Shu muttered, "You can kiss me if you want?"

Fu Ying whispered, "Kissing is not enough, I just have to kiss."

"Then go ahead and kiss her. When you get tired of kissing, try something else." Song Shu said seriously. Fu Ying held her breath for a moment and expressed her dissatisfaction with her actions.

Song Shu was held on the back of his head by her, and before he could open his mouth, Fu Ying attacked him with a quick and fierce kiss!

A hot body, hot breath, soft lips, and two pounding hearts.

Fortunately, I haven’t taken a new step now. If I had taken the first step, what would have happened in the future?

Song Shu responded to Fu Ying's kiss and couldn't help feeling a headache.

Anyway, Fu Ying is not as old as the others, otherwise...

Or should I wait another two years before speculating?