Chapter 165 The Death of An Yirou

Fu Shiyan and An Yan had reverted to their previous tender and sweet relationship.

Sometimes after work, they would eat out, watch a movie, then go home, and sometimes they would cook together at home and then snuggle on the sofa to watch a movie on the screen.

Today's dinner was prepared by Fu Shiyan. An Yan felt his cooking skills had greatly improved.

After dinner, Fu Shiyan sliced various fruits and arranged them on a plate, bringing it to An Yan who was nestled under a blanket on the sofa.

"Honeydew, pitaya, mango, pineapple, grapes—which do you want to eat first?"

An Yan smiled, "Mango."

Fu Shiyan used a fork to pick up a piece of mango and held it to her lips, "Open your mouth."

An Yan obediently opened her mouth, but Fu Shiyan pulled his hand back. An Yan blinked, "Are you playing with me?"

"What, isn't that allowed?"

"Of course not! I'm so anxious!"

Fu Shiyan's gaze deepened, "Didn't you also play with me last night?"