Kang Shi didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Confused, he asked, "A sack... for what?"
Was he asking what color sack Qi Shan liked?
Three huge question marks seemed to bounce around in his head.
Shen Tang was caught off guard by the question.
How was she supposed to explain that it was just a meme?
Seeing how earnestly Kang Shi was asking, Shen Tang suddenly felt a little solemn. Keeping a straight face, she made something up. "That saying comes from my hometown. It means that when you see someone or something and think they're very cute, you want to take them home, so you ask what color sack they like. Then you use a sack in their favorite color to carry them home and show them how much you adore them."
Kang Shi's expression showed a hint of disapproval.
"Taking something without asking is stealing!"
Shen Tang: "..."
Kang Shi continued, "If you use a sack to take something dead, that's stealing; if you use a sack to tie up a living person, that's kidnapping. Kidnapping people, unlawful confinement... How can such vile acts be described as showing affection? That's absurd!"
The real problem was that the person she'd been asking about was Qi Shan.
He couldn't understand it, and he was deeply shocked.
Faced with Kang Shi's pained, indignant gaze, Shen Tang awkwardly changed her tune. "Ah, well... there's actually another meaning..."
Kang Shi gave her a questioning look: what was the second meaning?
Shen Tang's mind raced, and she blurted out, "The second meaning is that you can't stand someone, so you want to find some quiet corner, pull a sack over their head, and beat them up. They won't know who hit them and will just have to swallow their grievance. Using a