Eight years ago, Mo Ying was 17 years of age. He had just returned from the north when his father had sent him undercover to spy on some rebels disguised as bandits.
He had followed them into a brothel, pretending he was a guest there... He eavesdropped on their conversation.
They had caught on real quick, and one of the courtesans who was serving him had poisoned his wine with some aphrodisiac.
If that wasn't enough, they went after him. He ran away and hid from them in a forest, but the drug had already kicked in hard.
That was when he found a woman who seemed as though she was being pursued as well.
She was carrying a bundle and was passing through the forest when she met him.
Just as she had gone closer, he pulled her in, and the rest was history.
After he had slept with her, he woke up the next morning to find her already gone.
He did regret it and tried finding her, but he didn't know how she looked. It was dark, but he remembered her soft skin... very, very soft skin.
