"Where are we going?"
Dorian Cook rode alongside Julius Reed, their horses galloping shoulder to shoulder. "You're not going to run away with me, are you?"
"Are you worthy?"
Julius Reed replied with a question.
"I... Why are you so gentle with her?"
Dorian Cook's eyes widened as she recalled first being trampled on and then slapped across the face!
She was renowned as the most beautiful woman of the Undead Tribe, and now her mental state was utterly shattered!
Why?
In terms of allure, could that little woman beat her?
In terms of figure, Dorian Cook was undoubtedly curvy and attractive, captivating countless men!
In terms of appearance, she never once conceded defeat!
Why?
Why?
Why did they display their affection while she had to endure the harshest blows?
"She washed my feet countless times and poured me who knows how many cups of tea."
"She could massage my shoulders and pound my back."
"She lived with the other three sisters and me for many years."
