Yang Fei stepped out of the elevator, letting out a bitter smile of helplessness.
Damn, being a gentleman is a truly uncomfortable feeling.
A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, a rogue remains a rogue wherever they go.
Yang Fei isn't some saint, he reacts to the advances of beautiful women just like anyone.
But then what?
Hu Xinger's enchanting body hides a vulgar, opportunistic soul.
If he wanted a woman like that, even Yang Fei would look down on himself.
Of course, if it were Mad Blade, he wouldn't hesitate before jumping in.
But if angered, he'd slap her with the same fury, a ruthless hand destroying the flower.
This is the difference between Yang Fei and Mad Blade.
Yang Fei may not be a gentleman, but he always maintains a gentlemanly demeanor towards women.
Yang Fei's head began to ache again.
His habits and character seemed to be shaped by some influence from someone.
Yang Fei could be sure this person was particularly important in his life.
