In the evening, An Yimo returned to the apartment. Seeing that Nianchen hadn't gone home yet, his brain twitched, and he wanted to cook him a dinner with his own hands.

When Shi Nianchen got home, there was already food on the table, and An Yimo fell asleep on the sofa.

He walked up to An Yimo, stroked her loose hair, and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

An Yimo opened her eyes dimly.

"You're back, I've made you a meal, let's eat."

Shi Nianchen touched An Yimo's head and said dotingly.

"Yes."

Shi Nianchen tasted it, and suddenly paused.

looked at An Yimo's expectant eyes.

"How is it, is it delicious, can you say something!"

An Yimo took a piece and put it in her mouth.

"That's right, why don't you speak!"

After speaking, he pushed Shi Nianchen.

The corners of Shi Nianchen's mouth rose slightly, his movements were extremely smiling, and he pinched An Yimo's face.

"Huang Po sells melons, selling herself and boasting!"

After eating, Shi Nianchen returned to the room after taking a shower, leaning on the bedside to read, and the water droplets on his hair had not yet dissipated.

An Yimo slept on Shi Nianchen's lap, his fingers quietly scratching his waist.

Shi Nianchen suddenly grabbed her hand, and his eyes kept on the book.

"An Yimo, do you want to play with fire and set yourself on fire?"

An Yimo decisively retracted her hand, smiled contemptuously, and said

"Is it that serious?"

Shi Nianchen turned over all of a sudden, pressed An Yimo underneath, and stared straight at her

"You'll find out if you try it."

An Yimo shyly covered her face with her hands and didn't dare to say a word.

Shi Nianchen looked at her shyly, smiled, and sat back to read.

An Yimo stepped forward, plucked up his courage, and said tentatively

"I thought you'd show me how good you are!"

Shi Nianchen glanced at her

"I'm not interested in you."

An Yimo was so angry that she lay down on the bed, covered her head with a cup, and wrapped herself in an airtight airtight package.

Shi Nianchen put the book aside, and also lay down, supporting his head with one hand and An Yimo with the other.

An Yimo instinctively shook off his hand

"Don't touch me, I'm not interested in you!"

Shi Nianchen laughed slightly in his heart, and his temper grew a lot.