The final game of chess was exceedingly difficult to play for Shen Mochen, he couldn't lose, but he couldn't win either. Having witnessed Catherine's audacity, he wasn't sure whether she would remove her shoes or something else next.
However, Shen Mochen was a novice himself, and even if he could recall some strategies from the genius in his dreams, his chess ability was only slightly better than Catherine's. He pulled out all the stops and finally, after a brief disadvantage, managed to force a draw.
"It's a draw, a draw!" Shen Mochen took a deep breath and glanced at the time, "It's almost seven now, we don't have time for another game. Let's just leave it at that. Let's put our clothes back on and watch TV!"
Without waiting for a reply, Shen Mochen started dressing himself.
"A draw means each person takes off one item."
Catherine grabbed Shen Mochen's hand, stating firmly.
"No, why are you so keen on taking off clothes!"
