Bai Xiaojing was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. She neither struggled nor avoided it. She just felt that the fate between her and this tribe was over.
Qiu held her tightly in her arms. She found that there were tears in his eyes. "You are just a woman. Why don't you stay with the women? What are you doing with women?"
His hand stroked her body, and when he touched the whip mark he left, his shoulders couldn't help but tremble. "Don't force me to use violence anymore, okay? It will make me hate myself, even the whole world."
"Do you think you can rely on your luck to feed yourself occasionally? Then you're wrong. Good luck does not last long. Women will have to rely on men sooner or later, so don't be so willful. If you rely on me like this, I will be able to bear you for a lif
