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

"You were rude to all women at that time. I can't make the decision unless they can forgive you." Song Shu said and looked at Gu Nini and Yuan Lin.

Gu Nini didn't even look at him and walked away. Yuan Lin grabbed her arm and said to Song Shu, "It's useless to just talk nonsense, unless he is willing to go out and help the community clean up the weirdos."

"Okay! No problem!" Kane patted his chest, and the wine bottle slipped out of his hand - Song Shu controlled it with his telekinesis, waved his fingers, and it flew into Yu Yi's hand.

"That's it," Song Shu said. "I'm not in the mood to say anything else. When the time comes, we have a new mission. I hope you can keep your word."

Cao Jian nodded slightly, Yu Yi stepped forward and grabbed Kane's arm, and the three of them disappeared.

Gu Zhenyan: "Are you here just to show your loyalty?"

Ren De: "Don't say that. The pledge of allegiance hasn't been given yet. It's just talk. And that guy who teleported, you don't plan to go back to Building 2, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Yi appeared at the same place again, this time with a stack of comic books in his hands.

He handed it to Song Shu: "Here, it's for you."

Song Shu was stunned for a moment, then took the book: "Is this... a comic? Thank you."

Yu Yi: "You can read them when you have nothing to do. I think these comics are very good and of high quality."

Ren De said: "Hey, your room is still empty, are you sure you won't be coming back?"

"Stay there for now. If you have any questions, I can come and communicate with you in time." Yu Yi said.

Song Shu: "Okay, it seems like you guys drank a lot last night."

Yu Yi smiled and said, "I can't hold my liquor, so I won't drink with them. Let's go. Bye."

After he left, Song Shu looked at the other people who had sobered up and asked, "So who drank the most last night?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Fu Ying behind Song Shu.

Gu Nini said lightly: "Not only was she not drunk, she also carried you back home when you were drunk."

Song Shu: "Ah? Then what did I do when I was drunk?"

The boys looked at each other, none of them had any impression. Gu Nini just shrugged and said, "Nothing. You are much more normal when you are drunk than Yuan Lin."

Yuan Lin looked confused and pointed at himself: "Ah? Me?"

Gu Nini: "Stop being so rude here, it's snowing outside, go back and put on your clothes."

Song Shu then realized that it was snowing, and hurriedly ran to the window in his slippers, looking at the snow still flying rapidly outside.

The entire community turned into a silvery-white world against the backdrop of the snow.

Snowflakes danced in the air and fell on buildings, trees and lawns, covering them with a thick "snow blanket".

Song Shu saw someone standing on the balcony of Building No. 3 looking at the snow, and asked Fu Ying: "When did it snow?"

"It happened in the middle of the night, and you were still talking nonsense at that time." Fu Ying said.

Song Shu scratched his face and smiled awkwardly.

She thought of something again and quickly opened the window to feel the temperature outside. The cold winter wind and snow came fiercely, and the biting cold seemed to penetrate into her skin through her soft nightgown.

"Hiss - it's so cold." Song Shu closed the window. "How many degrees is it? It was sunny yesterday, but it's snowing hard today."

Gu Zhenyan said: "Yes, the temperature drops so quickly. We psychics are fine, but how can ordinary people bear it?"

"At least there is electricity now and we can turn on the air conditioner." Song Shu said.

……

After returning to the room, Song Shu asked Fu Ying to put on the clothes he had picked yesterday, and he also put on a light blue windbreaker.

"Put it on quickly so that we have the same style," she said.

Fu Ying said: "But there are others who wear the same style as us."

Song Shu: "We don't care about others. Besides, this dress is not particularly thick, so not many people will wear it. And when they were choosing clothes yesterday afternoon, few people chose this style."

Fu Ying put on a black and white jacket, looking very cool. Song Shu helped her adjust her collar and said with a smile, "It looks better on you."

Fu Ying: "It looks good on you too."

Song Shu: "I'm not as tall as you, nor do I look as cool as you, and I can't compare to you in terms of dressing style."

Fu Ying smoothed the wrinkles on her jacket and said calmly, "Does it really look good? I don't think it's as comfortable as the one I had before."

Song Shu gave a thumbs up: "It looks good, very good looking. If it doesn't look good, I will take your last name."

She took out a silver and green scarf and wrapped it around Fu Ying's neck: "It looks good. It looks better with this combination."

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and stared at her face, her gaze focused and gentle, until Song Shu put the scarf on her, then she looked away and looked at the scarf around her neck.

"Well, you have a good aesthetic, it's true."

Song Shu: "Your praise is so perfunctory. I can tell from my Chinese that you are not good."

Fu Ying: “I used to be abroad.”

Song Shu: "You are from our country, too. Don't you speak our language very well?"

Fu Ying: "...Okay, how do you want me to praise you?"

Song Shu tugged at her scarf and said, "Tell me something that's a little more literary."

"The jacket is very cool, the contrast of black and white has a strong visual impact, and the color of the scarf highlights its luxury. Against the backdrop of the snowy night, it is even more elegant."

Fu Ying spoke in a flat voice, and Song Shu was amused.

"You're a bit like a robot playing a commercial."

Fu Ying didn't say anything, but just stretched out her fingers to help her comb her loose black hair.

After a while, she slowly said: "The snow season has arrived, a little earlier than I thought."

Song Shu said, "Well, it's normal to have snow, but it did snow earlier than in previous years. The time difference is also affected by the end of the world, right?"

"..."

Fu Ying opened the sliding door and walked to the balcony, looking at the high-rise buildings, viaducts and other places that were also covered with snow.

Song Shu also came out and quickly closed the sliding door to prevent the temperature in the living room from dropping.

When his fingers touched the cold metal railings on the balcony wall, a piercing chill came over him. Song Shu was so cold that he retracted his fingertips. His breath condensed into white mist in the sky and quickly drifted away with the wind.

"It's too cold, Fu Ying." Song Shu said, "It's at least minus twenty degrees Celsius in the middle of the night."

"And this won't be the lowest temperature," Fu Ying said calmly, "the temperature will get lower and lower."

She raised her head, looked around, and suddenly stopped at a certain point.

Song Shu looked in the direction of her gaze, but saw nothing: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ying retracted her gaze: "Nothing, are you cold?"

Song Shu: "Hmm? Not cold."

Fu Ying untied her scarf and wrapped it directly around the necks of the two men. Song Shu blinked and moved closer.

But as the distance shortened, she could also see herself reflected in Fu Yingyu's dark eyes under her eyelashes.

Fu Ying's lips curled up slightly, and she tied her scarf gently and carefully, then unzipped her windbreaker.

Song Shu: "It's very cold, don't pull your clothes off——"

Fu Ying held her in his arms, snow fluttering above their heads, and the heat from their bodies continuously radiated and spread in the intimate contact.

"Is it warm?" Fu Ying asked Song Shu in a low voice.

Song Shu smelled the sweet fragrance of her body from the heat emanating from her.

"…It's warm, but why are we hugging on the balcony to keep warm?"

Fu Ying: "Because I want to do this."

Song Shu chuckled: "You are really drunk, are you still not sober?"

Fu Ying hugged her tightly, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"Ah."

She thought, Song Shu was indeed right.