Who Am I to You?

Ann was unable to think clearly. She seemed to be back to the darkest period she had suffered from five years ago.

It was late in the evening. She lay powerlessly on the bed while the man kissed her fiercely.

It tingled wherever his big hand touched any parts of her body.

She gritted her teeth and didn't want to make a sound, but she couldn't control the tremor in her body.

Looking up at Phillip, she hooked the man's neck and wanted more.

As they were kissing each other, Ann opened her eyes and tried to see the man's face clearly. But what she saw was the face of the little boy in her memory.

He had exquisite and beautiful eyebrows and tightly pursed lips. He looked arrogant and gentle...

Ann couldn't help but smile with happiness in her heart. She wanted to say that she was happy to meet him again, but she couldn't make any sound.

Seeing the little boy walk farther and farther, Ann wanted to catch up, but she felt that her body seemed to be tied and unable to move.