Yang Fan didn't deny that he carried a bit of a ruffian's charisma, but he also considered himself a decent person.
Decent only in relative terms, for he had nothing to do with true gentlemen and scholars.
Using coercion, be it soft or hard, to spark some chemistry with others wasn't something he was capable of.
Even though Xiang Xue Ting's words were sincere, her demeanor determined, and her posture enticing, Yang Fan still rejected her.
Seeing Yang Fan actually start to panic and wanting to turn tail and run, Xiang Xue Ting laughed softly, "Look at you, when I didn't say anything, you were all about taking my advantage. Now that I'm offering it squarely, you back off instead."
"It's not the same," Yang Fan moved upstairs, waving his hand as he spoke, "Your current behavior has a premise, if it weren't for that premise, I wouldn't hesitate at all. You see if I would refuse."