In Zhou Tingting's mind, a good man should be like her grandfather—faithful and dedicated in love. So, even though her admiration for Ye Fei had long surpassed that for her grandfather, she never thought she would like him. She had heard about Ye Fei's womanizing from her grandfather and parents, but last night, she had seen it with her own eyes.
The fact that he was like that even with his apprentice showed just how much of a playboy he was.
Originally, Zhou Tingting would have despised such a man, but for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to hate Ye Fei. She still admired him deeply and took pride in him being her childhood friend.
The only difference was that she kept fantasizing about what his little thing from ten years ago had turned into. She had thought about it all night and was still thinking about it now, even feeling an urge to take a look.
This troubled Zhou Tingting greatly. She wondered if she had become some sort of pervert.
