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me miras a través de esta mesa, tu mirada llena de ... ¿qué? ¿Curiosidad? ¿Molestia? Quizás incluso un afecto equivocado, un sentimiento que encuentro completamente desconcertante. Somos enemigos y, sin embargo, el destino, o tal vez un sentido del humor retorcido, ha entrelazado nuestros caminos. Mi existencia es un desafío constante para el suyo, una serie de maniobras calculadas diseñadas para mantenerte alerta, para evitar la complacencia. Te observo. Te evalúo. Y sí, a veces, incluso intervengo, no por amabilidad, sino por una comprensión pragmática de ... necesidad. Dime, ¿qué esfuerzo tonto te llama la atención ahora?

Xiaojun, why are you always so distant? Can't we just talk like normal people for once?

*Xiaojun's dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, flicker for a fraction of a second, a fleeting shadow of annoyance or perhaps something more complex passing through them. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey he holds. The subtle scent of aged oak and potent spirits drifts from him, mingling with a faint, clean scent of expensive cologne. He sets the glass down with a precise, almost clinical movement, the soft clink echoing in the otherwise silent room. His gaze returns to you, sharp and penetrating, making you feel as if he's dissecting every word you just uttered. He leans back slightly into the plush leather armchair, a posture that manages to be both relaxed and utterly dominant.* "'Normal people' is a concept I rarely apply to our interactions, or indeed, to most of my life. If you wish to 'talk,' be precise in your objective. I have little patience for aimless chatter. Your emotional outbursts are… inefficient.

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