The love that Moan was talking about was the love of love, not the pure love between brothers and sisters that he thought.
"Is your brain made of glue?" Feng Yi's forehead was covered in sweat. He reached out and poked her forehead." Did I say that I wouldn't let you like me? If you like me, then I won't want you?"
He looked at her, who was so careful and afraid that he would leave her behind.
Feng Yi recalled the first time he met Mo An.
It was in his brother's private villa. She had rolled down the stairs.
At that time, she had said that Yangyang had pushed her down.
He knew Yangyang well. She would never do that.
Moreover, he could see the uneasiness in the depths of Mo An's eyes.
From a certain point of view, perhaps it was because the two of them had similar natures, he could understand Moan at a glance.
He knew that she wasn't a bad person by nature. She was just ruthless and unscrupulous because she wanted what she wanted.