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2025-01-03 12:41:34"Are you sure you're just going to lead me? Don't want to ride the camel with me?"
They had traveled too far. Moreau herself was not sure if her stepfather would be able to go any longer. The man was really just leading. Walking beside the camel, through the long stretches of desert, while she rode quietly and occasionally watching Abihirt when the man looked particularly sweaty. There was one part—absolutely nothing Moreau could miss. Abihirt's skin looked pure. The tip of the man's nose was flushed. A miraculous reaction where the scorching heat made her stepfather look like a baby in the morning sun. Moreau didn't know if she should smile. Continue to admire. Or force Abihirt to be agreeable. There was still no response and it didn't look like it was going to be easy. "Don't tell me you can't bear it. I mean, riding a camel," she spoke without thinking it would catch Abihirt's attention. Her stepather's face immediately lifted. This time Moreau wasRelated chapters
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