"No, I don't have a girlfriend."
"See, I told you, you can't possibly have a girlfriend. With our Little Zoe around, you won't even look at other women!"
David glanced at him casually: "You seem to rate her quite highly."
"Of course! Little Zoe is perfect to marry and bring home as a wife. She's beautiful, has a great personality, not petty like some girls, and most importantly, she's a fantastic cook. With her around, there's no need for takeout anymore! Oh, and she sings beautifully too."
As David spoke, he became melancholic: "It's a pity she doesn't like me."
David's gaze turned icy: "How come I didn't know you have feelings for her? Don't you like Grace Watt?"
David didn't notice the change in David's mood and said carelessly, "When did I ever like Grace Watt? We're just friends, understand? Little Zoe's so gentle, this is what a girl should be like. What's wrong with having a little interest in her? You got a problem with that?"
Gentle?
What's that supposed to mean?
