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    Guinevere leads him back to the bedroom, not saying anything. He follows like an obedient puppy, eager yet perplexed.
    She looks around the room a moment, then tells him, “Take your 衬衫 off.”
    “Okay,” he says, whipping it quickly over his head.
    “On the bed,” she says, her voice velvety-soft.
    She’s nervous. I’m too intrigued.
    While he lounges on the bed, she opens a drawer and pulls out a long silk scarf.
    Arthur’s...