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

Song Shu poked his head out from the white ball and argued vigorously: "What - you obviously saw mine first!"

Fu Ying: "Well, I saw yours, and you saw mine, so we don't owe each other anything."

Song Shu turned over, stretched out his arms as if he was dying, and sighed.

"Then I still win, you have such a good figure."

Fu Ying pulled her up from the bed and said, "Eat."

Halfway through the meal, there was a knock on the door. Song Shu stood up and said, "I'll go open it."

As a result, when the door was opened, the huge bowl almost hit Song Shu's face, and there were several sly smiling faces outside the door.

"Boss, give me some soup. I'm so hungry hehehe..."

? Dog nose? I can smell it even when the door is not open.

Song Shu opened the door: "Come in and get it yourself - put it down! There's only a little in the pot, so stop eating!"

Fu Ying was eating at the dining table, without even looking up, and said, "Take them all away if you can."

Song Shu stared at the amount they poured into their bowls, only to see Ren De pouting angrily and not daring to take out a few more pieces of meat from the pot.

"Control your cold-faced girl," he said. "She has such a bad temper."

"I didn't make you like it." Song Shu said, "Stop drinking. I haven't had enough."

Ren De hurriedly ran out with the bowl in his hand. Ren Fa and Wang Sheng guarded him on both sides, arguing about dividing it equally. Song Shu glanced outside and slammed the door shut.

"Xiao Shu." Fu Ying said, "Go to bed early after dinner."

Song Shu yawned, stepped on his slippers and walked towards Fu Ying, holding her shoulders and kneading them slowly.

Fu Ying tightened her fingers around the spoon and said nonchalantly, "Why, trying to please me?"

Song Shu: “…”

"I was just massaging your shoulders. You must have used up a lot of energy building the wall today, and you almost got into a fight with Building No. 5. I only massaged your shoulders because I saw you were tired, okay?" she said.

Fu Ying was not satisfied: "Is this your gesture? I can rub my own shoulders."

"Then what else do you want? Rub it for me later." Song Shu said, "I won't spoil you."

Fu Ying finished the last mouthful of soup in her bowl and leaned back in her chair. Song Shu raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, you really enjoyed it?"

"I didn't ask you to serve me." Fu Ying said slowly, "Your neck is sore too, rub it for a while longer."

Song Shu: "Okay - you still order me around!"

Having said that, she didn't stop moving her hands, but she only kneaded her shoulders with more force.

Fu Ying hummed softly, and her voice was a little hoarse when she spoke: "A little heavier, didn't you have enough for lunch?"

Song Shu clenched his fist and began to hit her shoulders, angrily saying: "Do you think I'm weak? I don't want to bully you."

Fu Ying raised her lips slightly, and her body swayed gently with Song Shu's movements. Seeing that she did not respond, Song Shu let go of her hand and ran back to the bedroom.

Fu Ying looked at the dishes on the table and seriously suspected that she was deliberately angry because she didn't want to wash the dishes.

Sure enough, when she finished washing the dishes and returned to the bedroom, Song Shu was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, listening to music comfortably with his eyes closed and wearing red headphones.

Fu Ying closed the door, quietly walked to the bed, and took off Song Shu's headphones.

Song Shu opened his eyes and grabbed his headphones quickly, getting into a stalemate with Fu Ying.

"This is Gu Zhenyan's headphones." Fu Ying said.

"I copied his. What do you mean by his headphones? These are my headphones. You can see them." Song Shu said, "I want to listen to some music to relax."

Fu Ying stood beside the bed, just lowering his eyes to look at her face, with no emotion visible on his face.

"After this morning's battle, how are your powers?"

Song Shu seemed to have expected her to ask this question. He did not relax his fingers and replied calmly, "I feel more proficient in using their abilities. I think I should be able to master their abilities quickly and try to imprint them permanently as soon as possible."

Fu Ying: "What about mine?"

Song Shu: "You are very skilled in using it. This morning I tried to extract hatred from the body of the monster. I don't think you told me before that you can extract hatred from the body of the monster-"

Fu Ying's hand holding the headphones slowly showed blue veins. She said in a deep voice: "I didn't say that, because I don't intend for you to get in touch with the weird."

Song Shu was puzzled: "But, if I don't use it, it will be in vain. Since I can use their inner hatred to strengthen my own power, and you want me to become stronger, why don't you let me contact them?"

Fu Ying was silent for a moment before saying, "Xiao Shu, I actually didn't think you would understand so much so quickly. You now have other options. You don't have to use my ability."

Song Shu looked at her inexplicably: "Fu Ying, your thoughts change too quickly, don't they? You got angry with me because of that before, and now you've changed your words."

"Because..." Fu Ying paused, her eyes becoming darker, "You said you don't want to suffer."

Song Shu stared at her blankly for a few seconds and then burst out laughing.

"I'm right. I don't want to endure pain, but if that's the price of accepting power, I can bear it temporarily." She said, "If I can't protect the people I want to protect, how can I live comfortably?"

"Who are you trying to protect?" Fu Ying asked her without hesitation, "The people in Building No. 5?"

Song Shu nodded and said as a matter of course: "Since we have already protected the community, we can't stay out of it in the coming days. Once we know the new information, we will plan how to defend it."

She hooked the earphones, but Fu Ying pulled them towards her even harder.

Song Shu looked into her dark eyes: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ying: "Before I protect them, I want to ask you a question."

Song Shu said: "You tell me."

Fu Ying suddenly let go, and Song Shu leaned back holding the headphones, leaning against the headboard.

Fu Ying also knelt on the bed, tightly grasping her wrist, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.