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The sound of footsteps approached, sharp and clear. Without any hesitation, the figure swiftly pulled out a chair and sat down with a steady grace. Immediately, she reached for the exquisite wine glass on the table, tilting her head back to drink it all in one go, as if it were merely plain water.
Once finished, she elegantly pushed the empty glass toward John, then rested her hands casually on the table. Leaning slightly forward, her alluring curves were fully displayed for everyone to see. With a slight bend of her waist and a smile on her lips, she spoke in a melodious voice, "You see, I am Natasha from Urumqi."
Upon hearing her introduction, John quickly replied, "I am John Stephen."
At that moment, John had to admit that he had underestimated this lady. Standing before him, Natasha's figure was even more stunning than Gao Ye's. Her impressive curves, particularly her ample bosom, left John feeling parched and slightly flustered.
He hurriedly lifted his gaze, attempting to redirect his attention as he began to gently swirl the wine in his glass. However, Natasha seemed oblivious to John's inner turmoil. Instead, she appeared unfazed by his somewhat arrogant demeanor and maintained an air of composure. She casually picked up the wine bottle from the table and poured herself another glass of fine wine.
Then she raised her glass and lightly clinked it against John's before softly saying, "Cheers." With that, under John's unwavering gaze, Natasha tilted her head back once more and drained her glass completely. This time, John managed to snap back to reality just in time to raise his own glass and drink along with her.
Without exchanging words, Natasha elegantly poured three more glasses of wine in quick succession, each time perfectly filling the crystal-clear liquid into the glasses. Sitting across from John, they raised their glasses and drank together, unknowingly finishing four cups in total. Finally, Natasha slowly set down her delicate glass and lifted her head slightly, her enchanting eyes gazing intently at John.
"You are quite something," Natasha said softly, her lips parting with a melodious tone that carried a hint of languor and allure. "Do tell me what you all were discussing about me just now?"
Faced with Natasha's direct inquiry, John felt a flicker of surprise but quickly regained his composure. After all, he was no longer the naive newcomer he once was. Time had shaped him into a well-rounded man who had seen much of the world; he would not be easily intimidated by such situations.
John smiled slightly and confidently picked up the wine bottle again to refill Natasha's glass with fine wine. He then smoothly pushed the glass toward her in an elegant manner. After clearing his throat, he finally responded:
"Well, when men gather together, they often discuss topics about women—especially someone as beautiful and captivating as you." As he spoke, John leaned in a little closer, bringing his nose near Natasha's face as if wanting to inhale the enchanting fragrance that surrounded her.
He whispered softly, "Such breathtaking beauty combined with this alluring scent is truly a rare sight! It’s just a pity I don’t know if you are here alone."
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