80 The Real Anton

"Yeong, why do you want to be called Yeong instead of Anton? I mean, isn't that your name?" Yanmei asked.

Yanmei had already buried her face into his lean chest, but there was no helping it. She loved the feel of him next to her, that she wanted to savor it more in a conscious state. Then it hit her. He still had not told her why he wanted to be called by his last name.

Anton did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Does it matter?"

"I - I just wanted to know more about you, Yeong. Can't I?" She asked. "You said I could act any way I like to."

Yanmei pouted her lips as her finger drew circles on his chest.

After nearly a minute, Anton said, "I am a junior. My real father was also an Anton. He was the real Anton."

"Ah, really? Then why did you not want to be called by your real name? Aren't you proud of your name - "