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

After a moment of silence, Wang Sheng, who was lying on the carpet, began to snore.

Fu Ying found it a little funny to see Song Shu, whose face was red and dizzy but still holding a full bottle of wine.

"You only drank less than two ounces of wine, and you're so drunk that you don't even recognize me?"

Song Shu narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "You...what nonsense are you talking about? Of course I know you! You are Spider-Man sister!"

Fu Ying: "..."

"You are drunk. I will take you back to rest. Put down the bottle." As she said this, she was about to hug Song Shu, but Song Shu turned his head away and avoided her hand.

"I don't want to, I can walk by myself. Who is drunk? I tell you, you have no idea how much I can drink--" Song Shu yelled as he slid from the sofa to the ground, his upper body resting on the coffee table, and he yawned loudly.

Fu Ying was standing next to her and said calmly, "Then you get up by yourself."

Song Shu grabbed her trouser legs and shouted, "No, I am the emperor, carry me back!"

She opened her arms, still tightly holding the bottle of wine in her hands. Fu Ying had no choice but to pick her up.

The key point is that the posture is rather strange. Song Shu kicked his legs and directly wrapped them around Fu Ying's waist. His upper body was shaking, and he was unwilling to hug Fu Ying's neck. He held the wine bottle and waved it at Gu Nini.

"Hi, bye, let's go!"

Gu Nini: "...you should leave quickly."

Song Shu let out a silly laugh, Fu Ying sighed, and carried her body away steadily.

……

Song Shu was mumbling something drowsily, his head drooping, pressed against Fu Ying's cheek.

Fu Ying put her on the bed and wanted to take the bottle of wine, but Song Shu just picked up the bottle and started pouring it into her mouth.

Fortunately, the opening of the liquor bottle is usually very small in diameter, and not much liquor spilled out before being snatched away by Fu Ying.

Song Shu smacked his lips, looked up at Fu Ying with a dazed look on his face, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Fu Ying just watched her and laughed there. Less than half a minute later, Song Shu suddenly buried his head in the quilt and stopped talking.

Fu Ying thought she was finally sleepy enough to fall asleep, and thinking that there were some questions she hadn't asked yet, she pulled her up again: "Don't sleep yet--"

She stared at Song Shu's wet black eyes and red eye circles, put the bottle of wine on the bedside table, sat down beside the bed and held him in her arms.

"What's wrong?" She gently rubbed Song Shu's temple. Song Shu's body was limp, and his entire weight was pressing on her.

The smell of alcohol and the gradually rising body temperature made Fu Ying's throat boil slightly. She lowered her head to look at Song Shu's expression.

Song Shu was seen staring at the wall without moving his eyes.

Fu Ying hugged her. The bedroom was silent for a while before Song Shu spoke softly:

"My name wasn't Song Shu before."

Fu Ying didn't say anything, so Song Shu started talking on his own.

"I changed my name before coming to Aito City. It was done very quickly... I didn't expect it to be that fast. It's just a bit troublesome to keep changing the information on my documents, but... at least I have my own name now."

When she said this, she chuckled and said, "You definitely don't know why I changed my name."

Fu Ying: "I don't know, can you tell me why?"

"Because - when I think about the fact that I changed my name, whether it's a stranger calling me, someone who hates me, or someone who's angry at me, they'll all - they'll all pout!"

Song Shu laughed in her arms, his face getting redder and redder. He almost couldn't breathe, and his speech was intermittent.

“Whenever they call my name, they will… they will pout. Don’t you think it’s funny? Hahahaha—”

Fu Ying looked at her and laughed until tears came out. She asked softly, "Then when I call your name, do you also find me funny?"

Song Shu blinked and shook his head vigorously, as if he didn't understand something.

After a while, she reacted, pursed her lips and smiled, then stretched out her hands to grab Fu Ying's face.

"You..." Song Shu whispered, "I don't want to trust you so quickly, Fu Ying."

She jumped too quickly, so Fu Ying just followed up with the question, "Why?"

Song Shu poked her philtrum, his eyes dazed, and muttered: "Because... I have never trusted anyone, you know? I won't put my expectations... on others, I only have myself..."

Fu Ying said in a deep voice: "You have me."

"With you...with you...it's useless!" Song Shu shook her hands and tilted her body from the right to the left. Fu Ying hugged her tightly and heard her chuckle, "They all like my gentle and harmless appearance. Once I resist, I will be unpopular..."

Fu Ying grabbed her waving hand, placed it on the back of her hand and clasped her fingers together: "I'm here, I will always be with you."

"You don't understand. I'm telling you... I don't blame you for killing someone because you have hatred in your heart! Right!" Song Shu's voice suddenly got louder. "But if it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it - it's not that I'm a coward, nor am I a saint, I just -"

Fu Ying listened quietly, but Song Shu muttered a few words in a daze that she didn't understand, and then he seemed to have lost his temper and stopped making trouble, and obediently put his head close to Fu Ying's chin.

"I don't want to hate anyone, and I can't hate anyone." She murmured, "I... am happy to be alive."

"You can look forward to more in the future because I will be by your side." Fu Ying whispered. Song Shu rubbed his face hard, his eyes revealing a strange and unclear sharpness as he glared at the air.

"...Nonsense, no one will stay with anyone forever." Song Shu muttered, "I never expect love, and I can't love anyone."

Fu Ying: "Isn't it good to have happiness?"

It’s funny to say, she never asked for happiness in her previous life, and felt that she was very far away from these two words.

And today, she was talking about happiness with Song Shu.

"I can't. I can't get anything - I'll be afraid of losing it." Song Shu was dizzy now, and his eyes could hardly open. He pushed Fu Ying away and staggered to grab the quilt to sleep. "I've never liked anyone. I don't understand what love is. I want to sleep -"

Fu Ying pulled her back into his arms. His throat felt dry, so he took a deep breath and asked her in a coaxing tone:

"Then you can try... okay?"

The voice in Song Shu's ears was vague. She could no longer hear what Fu Ying said. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on Fu Ying's shoulder: "...What?"

"You don't have to worry about losing me."

"Nothing happened tonight."

"So, do you want to give it a try?"

...Try what? Whatever, she wants to sleep.

In his daze, Song Shu put his arms around Fu Ying's neck and uttered some meaningless syllables.

In Fu Ying's view, this meant consent and invitation.

Alcohol couldn't make her drunk, but Song Shu could make her drunk willingly.

Fu Ying lifted Song Shu's pointed chin, and seeing that she had her eyes tightly closed, she asked in a low voice: "Song Shu, can you like me in the future?"

Song Shu couldn't hear anything, so he hugged her neck tighter, letting his consciousness sink peacefully and gradually falling asleep.

Fu Ying's face darkened: "Song Shu!"

Song Shu's body shook, and he suddenly opened his hazy and confused eyes.

Before she could react, Fu Ying's hot lips covered hers.