Jealousy?

An Yao saw the little pink flowers on Huli's head begin to emit black smoke, at the same frequency as the medicine in her hand's vial.

Her brain spun rapidly, without even forming a plan, she blurted out, “It's not like that. He's different from the ferocious wandering beasts you're talking about. He promised both me and the City Lord that he won't harm others recklessly. He's a good person...”

“And he saved my life!”

“A wandering beast saved your life?” The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the elegant curve of his lips lifted in a scornful expression, as if to say, “Have you lost your mind?”

“If wandering beasts were kind enough to save lives, they wouldn't be wandering beasts.” Huli didn't believe her attempts to explain. His eyes and brows exuded a cold intensity, as if he was looking at a naive young girl.