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Chimu Jiu sat on the sofa in the VIP room, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, feeling a bit nervous. Although she had always liked handsome men, it was her first time encountering someone with such breathtaking beauty.
With a soft click, the door opened gently. A tall and striking man walked into the room, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him.
At such a close distance, Chimu Jiu found herself too shy to look up at him.
"Are you Chinese?"
His deep, magnetic voice resonated as he sat down right next to her.
"Yes," she replied weakly, instinctively turning her head to the side. Even so, she could feel the intense aura of masculinity radiating from him.
"You weren't like this earlier on stage."
He teased, his expression playful and slightly unruly, his gaze fixed intently on her as if she were his prey, not moving away for even a moment.
How should she put it? The woman before him was extraordinarily beautiful, possessing the unique grace and elegance of an Eastern beauty. Her face was exquisitely delicate, with brows like distant mountains and eyes resembling a clear autumn lake—pure and profound, exuding warmth and tenderness. Her straight nose complemented her naturally rosy lips, which seemed to breathe in the charged atmosphere around them.
He had always disliked the scent of perfume on women, but this little woman emitted a faint fragrance that inexplicably appealed to him. It was a subtle scent reminiscent of orchids blooming quietly in a valley or the fresh aroma released by dewdrops rolling off lotus leaves in the morning—refreshing and invigorating, making him want to draw closer.
"I thought you would find the pay too low and refuse me."
Chimu Jiu still didn’t turn her head, feeling her face grow hotter as if a fire were igniting within her. Having such a handsome man sitting beside her felt exhilarating beyond words.
"What’s your name?"
"Chimu Jiu. What about you? Are you also Chinese?"
She answered without hesitation, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she posed her question.
"Duheng Yan. Yes, I’m Chinese, but I haven’t stayed in my hometown for long."
As he spoke, he leisurely picked up a cigar from the table. With a flick of his lighter, a flame danced to life and ignited the cigar. Wisps of smoke curled upward, creating an ethereal haze that made his features appear somewhat blurred.
"That makes sense; after all, it’s not easy to develop in your line of work back home."
Upon hearing that he hadn’t been in China for long, Chimu Jiu naturally associated it with his profession and felt a twinge of sympathy for him.
Du Hangyan furrowed his brows slightly, about to explain when Chi Mujiu, feeling less constrained than before, seemed to realize that he had his own struggles. She reassured him, "In this day and age, who isn't hustling for a few coins? Don't feel pressured!"
After saying this, she gently patted Du Hangyan's broad shoulder in understanding.
"That's quite solid, not just padding!"
"What?"
Du Hangyan's expression shifted slightly, a hint of confusion and displeasure flickering in his eyes. What was wrong with this woman? Did she think he was just a big guy who had recently grown up?
"N-no, it's nothing! I was just complimenting your physique!"
Realizing she had misspoken, Chi Mujiu showed a moment of panic, quickly retracting her hand as if it had been shocked.
Then she shifted her position and poured two cups of wine, handing one to the sturdy man beside her in an attempt to ease the awkward atmosphere.
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