Hank's tone was cold, "It's sweet."
Sara was speechless. She thought, "Pure milk was tasteless!"
She put the glass back hastily and asked, "...Master, would you like some milk as well?"
"No." Hank pinched her fingers lightly, "It's late, time for bed."
Sara replied, "Okay." As she was turning sideway to pull her blanket, the collar of her pajamas slid aside, revealing her slender white neck and dainty collarbone.
Hank spotted an attractive red mole on the left of her neck, like a drop of blood in a glass of pure milk. It was so gorgeous.
Sara was just beginning to tuck herself under the blanket when there was a sudden force fell on her, pinning her down against the plush mattress.
She was startled.
Hank stroked her neck slowly. His eyes was very dark in black color, just like him,
