In a private game room of a high-end casino, right in the heart of the city, with grey and pale blue wall texture, Su Qing held the cue stick aiming for her second last ball and with a 'tak' the ball collided with the left wall then deflected to the opposite hole. Score!
Looking at her accomplishment, she gave a half smirk as people applauded her.
Flipping her hair backward gracefully, she raised a challenging brow at He Zheng smugly, who was looking at the Snooker table with all the devotion of a lover.
Even as it was still her turn, she allowed He Zheng to hold the que.
With shaking hands he lifted his cue and aimed at his fourth last ball that was close to a hole.
As he looked through his gold rimmed glasses at the hole, beads of sweat could be seen forming on his forehead and a drop of sweat trickled down his face.
Seeing as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then opened his eyes with the determination of the warrior of Troy.
