Su Qinglan pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, let's talk this through," she said slowly, as if explaining to a very stubborn child. "You say females don't bathe because they're fragrant, right?"
Xuan Long nodded seriously, his long hair swaying. "Mn. The scent of females is soft. Sweet. Like morning dew and flowers."
"Uh-huh." Su Qinglan forced a smile. "And you think that's natural?"
"Yes." He looked at her earnestly. "Is it not?"
She sighed. "No, Xuan Long. That's not called being clean. You know water washing off dirt that's what makes people smell nice. This?" She pointed at herself dramatically. "This is not dew and flowers. This is sweat, blood, and an entire day of running through a forest!"
Xuan Long frowned and leaned a little closer, sniffing her with deep seriousness.
He straightened, thoughtful. "You smell… not bad."
Her eyes widened. "Not bad?! That's the lowest possible compliment!"
He blinked. "Do you want me to say you smell bad instead?"
