Su Qinglan sighed. She patted Xuan Long's arm gently. "Hey, calm down. He's just asking a question. You didn't kidnap me, so why are you glaring at him like you're about to eat him?"
Xuan Long didn't say anything, just tightened his arm slightly around her.
"Alright," she said, prying his hand off and stepping forward again. "No more hissing, no more glaring. Let me talk."
He looked down at her but didn't argue.
Turning back to the bull elders, Su Qinglan smiled politely. "We came to exchange goods, not to fight. He's my… uh…" She paused, searching for the right word. They're not family. Not lovers either… so what is he?
She cleared her throat. "He's my relative," she finally said with a straight face. "And he won't harm anyone. He's actually very gentle once you know him."
The bulls looked at her, then at the tall man behind her who looked like he could crush boulders with one hand.
"Gentle," one of them whispered doubtfully.
