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

After returning to the bed, Fu Ying moved to the side.

But Song Shu turned off the lights, approached her quietly, stretched out his arms carefully and put them around her waist.

Fu Ying took a breath silently, trying to suppress the throbbing in her heart: "What's wrong?"

Song Shu pursed his lips. His cheeks, which had finally cooled down, became hot again.

As usual, she put her nose close to Fu Ying's neck and shoulder, sniffing her scent.

"I can't sleep well at night without you in my arms." Song Shu said in a low voice, "Please don't leave at night, okay?"

Fu Yingxin turned over itchyly, and Song Shu held her in his arms sideways. Song Shu did not resist or refuse.

There is a play.

Fu Ying thought about it, but she still had to be patient and wait. As long as Song Shu couldn't leave her, it meant that she was now half successful.

"I won't leave you at night." Fu Ying said, "This won't happen again."

She touched Song Shu's soft hair, stroked his back, and then added: "Then you can never leave me in the future."

Song Shu was silent, as if thinking for a while, before agreeing: "Okay."

Baited, my squirrel.

Fu Ying endured it again and again and just kissed her hair on the top of her head.

Take your time, Song Shu.

I want you.

"Go to sleep."

Song Shu closed his eyes calmly, and his breath fanned on Fu Ying's collarbone, causing Fu Ying to tremble all over. She suppressed the urge to steal a kiss.

After all, if she was caught again, Song Shu would most likely ignore her.

-

-

The next morning, when Yu Yi woke up, washed up, and was about to go out to Cao Jian's place for breakfast, he saw Cao Jian was next door.

He stood outside the two boys' door, talking to Kong Lian.

Yu Yi walked over and looked into the living room. He heard sobbing: "Cao Jian, Uncle Kong, what's going on in there?"

Cao Jian looked stern. He looked at Yu Yi and said, "You didn't notice it last night? You were next door, didn't you hear anything?"

Yu Yi was confused: "Ah? What happened?"

He saw two little boys in the living room huddled on the sofa like frightened birds. Kong Sisi sat beside them to comfort them, while Kane pouted impatiently and kicked the toy car on the ground.

Cao Jian: "Last night, someone broke into their bedroom and wanted to kill them."

Yu Yi: "What? Who? Is it a weird person?"

His first reaction was that it was a weird thing, but Kong Lian shook his head, his face serious: "That's impossible. If it was a weird thing, the black wall would have been warned, or at least made some noise. It's impossible for us not to hear anything."

"You mean, a superpower broke in and wanted to kill these two ordinary kids?" Kane walked out of the living room, very impatient, "Don't be ridiculous, what use can two kids be."

"The two children are really useless, so it seems strange that someone wants to kill them." Cao Jian said, "I want to make this matter public."

Yu Yi quickly grabbed him and said, "Wait a minute, if you want to make it public, then—"

"Then the people who want to kill them will be afraid." Cao Jian said coldly, "We won't do anything to the children."

"There are nearly 200 people in the community now. How do you screen them?" Kong Lian thought, "My suggestion is to talk to only the leaders of a few buildings about this matter first."

Cao Jian pondered in silence and walked into the living room.

He saw the two little boys were pale, trembling like quails, staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes, and he knew what kind of shock they had suffered last night.

The heater was next to the sofa. Kong Sisi touched the arms of two boys of the same age as herself and said to Cao Jian, "Uncle Cao, their hands are so cold."

Cao Jian felt something was wrong and touched the little boy's neck and armpits, his expression becoming more serious.

"Take their temperatures, and they are going down."

Just as they were talking, a black line was crawling under the armrest of the sofa, slowly wriggling.

-

Song Shu had a dream, but he no longer dreamed of the time when he was bullied.

This time, she returned to that dark, lonely night, drinking alone, holding the purple spirit crystal in her hand.

It felt like there was a thousand-pound weight on my shoulders, and there was a hole in my heart, with evil and cold hooks digging into every corner.

She drank so much that her vision became blurry, and then she dropped her head suddenly as if she had lost her strength, staring blankly at the spirit crystal in her hand.

Fu Ying's spiritual crystal.

He couldn't take the body away, but only brought back the spirit crystal, which still exuded tremendous power.

She gained new superpowers and read the memories of the owner in the spirit crystal.

Therefore, this spiritual crystal accompanied her through the remaining few years.

Through life and death, this spiritual crystal will always accompany me, just like Fu Ying has always been with me.

She raised the spirit crystal and placed it to her lips.

Touches, and soft whispers.

The rustling sounds in his ears made Song Shu unable to hear clearly.

What is it? What are you talking about?

I can't hear you.

……

A familiar sweet fragrance came over him, and Song Shu suddenly opened his eyes and met Fu Ying's dark eyes.

Fu Ying pulled the quilt up a little and said, "You are almost hanging on me, and you are still shouting my name."

Song Shu's left leg and left arm completely pinned Fu Ying. She withdrew her hands and feet embarrassedly. When she heard Fu Ying's last words, the dream scene just now emerged in her mind.

Song Shu's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that he was talking in his dream, saying something?

"I... just called your name?" She hesitated, "What did you hear?"

Fu Ying rubbed her head: "You were shouting my name in grief, and you looked like you were about to break."

Song Shu: “…”

Everything in the dream was too sad. Even after waking up, my body still remembered the pain.

Song Shu licked his dry lips, feeling confused.

Is there a TV series in dreams? She dreamed of that scene again, and got more information... For example, she could read memories from the spirit crystal.

Could this be—could this really be the future?

Fu Ying saw that Song Shu looked uncertain, so she pinched her nose with her hand and asked, "What did you see in your dream again?"

"Nothing..." Song Shu tilted his head back and looked at Fu Ying with a teasing smile on his lips, "Fuck, why are you looking at me like that?"

Fu Ying said, "When you move around like that, the heat in the quilt will escape."

Song Shu moved and buried his cheek in the pillow. Now the surface of the pillow was not only filled with the scent of shampoo, but also the scent of Fu Ying's body.

She sniffed deeply into the pillow, memories of last night coming flooding back.

Oh, and those two little boys.

She raised her head, and at the same time, there was a knock on the door.

Fu Ying whispered in her ear: "They are coming."