Although Arthur's actions so far had been gentlemanly, the real Arthur was definitely not what he appeared to be.
Shi Qian followed Arthur to the living room. There was a game of chess on the coffee table.
Arthur sat down and began to clean up the mess on the chessboard.
Shi Qian sat opposite Arthur and tidied up herself.
"Mr. Arthur, you seem to be particularly interested in Chinese culture."
"I just found it interesting. It was just a whim."
"I remember the second time we met was at the porcelain pavilion."
"You still remember it so clearly?" Arthur looked up at Shi Qian.
He had the deep eyes of a Westerner and looked at everything affectionately, not to mention the way he was staring at Shi Qian with a faint smile. He was like a blazing fire that burned her face.
Shi Qian picked up the chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.
Arthur followed suit.
