Huo Sihan had been on a losing streak all night, a fact that etched his handsome features into a cold, hard line. Chi Jiao, while studying her own cards, had a fruit platter resting beside her, laden with fresh, seasonal fruit. With delicate fingers, she plucked a large, deep-purple grape, peeled back its skin, and offered the glistening, juicy pulp to Huo Sihan’s lips. His eyes still on his cards