Xing Chuan hadn’t kissed Arsenal; instead he had most likely kissed his own thumb. I reckoned he should still be irritated about Arsenal.

I still remembered how he’d thrown the water that Arsenal had given him to Sharjah. He was merciless and cold, showing no compassion and care for women at all. He’d treated a girl like that, let alone a guy. Hence, it made sense that he’d been able to throw me off so mercilessly.

“Raffles, you came?” Harry said next to me. I looked to the side. It was really Raffles.

Raffles watched me with concern. Harry walked over to him. “Keep her company since you’re here. I have to watch over that bunch of people from Silver Moon City,” Harry said, glaring at...