The young Orc curled his lip and sat down next to the blond Orc. "Kun, Namila wants you to be her mate, and everyone in the tribe knows it. She is the daughter of the clan leader and she is so beautiful. Aren't you happy that she likes you?"
There was clear envy in the young Orc's voice.
The blond Orc finally stirred. He slowly opened his eyes, and the golden pupils were like two suns, incredibly attractive. Even his fellow male Orc was stunned by the sight. "Kun, you're too perfect. It's no wonder Namila likes you so much."
In stark contrast to his sun-like hair and pupils was Kun's character, as cold as frost and snow. When his sunny eyes looked at someone, they didn't radiate warmth, but a chill that made an Orc shiver.
"Shut up about her!" The golden pupils narrowed, full of disgust and chilling coldness.
The young Orc just helplessly scratched his head. "Alright, alright, I won't mention her."
Kun looked away, and closed his eyes again.
