Mo Ang's slender fingers ran through An Ning's dark hair, gently lifting her long locks.
The motion of lifting her hair, the warmth transmitted from his palm, were exactly the same as in her memory.
An Ning held her breath, feeling, remembering, comparing...
The same, the same... so incredibly similar.
Mo Ang stroked her hair, his large hand pressing against the back of her head, forcefully bringing her closer to him. His voice was low and hoarse. "What are you waiting for? I need you to serve me immediately!"
An Ning lifted her head to look at his face, her small hand skillfully caressing it.
"What is your name?"
Mo Ang let out a chuckle, his handsome face filled with delight. "Are you so happy, so joyful that you've forgotten my name?"
"What is your name?" An Ning asked again.
"Mo Ang!"
An Ning stood up in search of more answers, her ivory fingers moving back and forth across his cheeks, carefully touching each part.
