Feng Yi's Special Fetish

She knew that Feng Yihan and Feng Yi were not related by blood. They were not biological siblings.

Could it be that Feng Yi and Feng Yihan…

Moan suddenly didn't dare to continue thinking.

Feng Yi, who was meticulous, felt Mo An's wrist in his palm tremble slightly.

She…Had he guessed it? Scared?

"Yihan, I'm your brother. Of course I love you."

Feng Yi looked straight at the tear-streaked Feng Yihan and said calmly.

"No, I can't! It's not like that! You lied to me!"

Feng Yihan's vision was blurred by her tears, so she couldn't see Feng Yi's face clearly. She started shouting like she had gone crazy.

It was not the love of siblings.

Although no one had said it out loud all these years, she could feel that Feng Yi loved her, the kind of love a man had for a woman.

Feng Yihan's tears made Feng Yi frown.

Feng Yihan losing control like this was obviously not within his expectations.

"Mo An, you…"

Feng Yi turned around and looked at Mo An.