Feng Yi opened his eyes wide, his expression clearly somewhat surprised.
"I know."
Kang Li gave a definite answer.
Feng Yi: "Don't you feel that having this affection is a bother to you?"
"Why should I feel that way?" Kang Li's demeanor remained natural: "Mo Yan hasn't done anything out of line. He's simply developed a fondness for me at a certain age, but has never done or said anything inappropriate in front of me. Besides, in my heart, he's just like you—my younger brother."
"But Brother Mo and you don't have any blood relationship."
"Precisely because there is no blood relationship, I respect Mo Yan's own thoughts and give him time to gradually navigate out of his emotional confusion. If it were you, guess what I'd do?"
"Beat me up?"
"That's right, I'd make you eat dirt on the ground, once isn't enough then twice, twice isn't enough then thrice, definitely pour out all the water in your brain until you come to your senses."
