Meanwhile back in the Vile Valley, Laurel and Chris dug deeper trenches around the farmland, channeling the excess water away.
Laurel rested her hands on her knees, hiding under the shades of the Tarps. Chris stood beside her, water dripping from the ends of his hair, completely disheveled.
His skin was like snow, pale and soft. Laurel couldn't help stealing a few glances. 'How can a man be this beautiful? Did he mistakenly choose the wrong gender in heaven?' Laurel couldn't help but think to herself.
"What? I've seen someone as pretty as me?" Chris turned to her, his lips were pinkish-red, not too thin and not too full.
Laurel quickly looked away. "I'm just wondering how a man can be so pretty. My skin isn't as clear and pale as yours," she muttered under her breath.
Chris tilted his perfectly chiseled chin high, before running his finger through his hair, and he nonchalantly glanced at Laurel.
