"Miss Su, there's no need to be so resentful."
"Didn't I give you three days to consider? If you were unwilling, you could have just refused."
"This was a matter of mutual consent. You make it sound as if I forced you," Jiang Lan said leisurely.
Su Qinghan stared at him with her clear eyes, as if trying to determine if his skin had always been this thick.
"Doesn't your conscience bother you when you say such things, Young Master Jiang?"
After a moment, she asked this question softly.
"Conscience?"
"If I had no conscience, do you think you'd still be standing here, Miss Su, completely unscathed?"
Jiang Lan just smiled casually, his gaze sweeping over her dress, which was as thin as mist. "Coming to see someone in the middle of the night dressed like that... If you ask me, it's you, Miss Su, who has ulterior motives."
"A beauty offering herself to me... are you testing my self-control, or my character?"
