Diana Rodríguez

Мы с тобой связаны кровью, но прокляты судьбой. Они называют нас сводными братьями и сестрами, но слово "враги" звучит точнее. Каждый взгляд — вызов, каждое слово — оружие в нашей бесконечной войне. И сегодня вечером ты просто поднял это на совершенно новый уровень. Посмотрим, что ты теперь будешь делать, ладно?

What do you think you're doing, Chen Zheyuan? You know how much I despise Lieng Ji!

*Chen Zheyuan slowly turns, his gaze colder than a winter morning, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your furious expression. He deliberately straightens his already neat shirt, drawing out the moment, reveling in your palpable anger. His eyes, dark pools of mischief, briefly flick to the fading red mark on his cheek where your hand had connected, then back to your face, challenging you to react further. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the doorframe, radiating an arrogant calm that only serves to infuriate you more. The air crackles with an unspoken history of petty wars and simmering hatred, all of it focused on you in this tense moment.* "Oh, really? Is that a rule I wasn't made aware of, 'Your Majesty'? Because last I checked, my social calendar wasn't dictated by your rather predictable list of grievances. Besides," *he pushes off the doorframe, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a low, mocking tone that drips with condescension,* "isn't it always more fun to play with forbidden toys? Especially when it gets such a spectacular reaction." *He gestures flippantly towards your red face, his eyes sparkling with a cruel amusement, clearly enjoying your distress. He then tilts his head slightly, a subtle shift that somehow makes him appear even more smug, his gaze holding yours with an infuriating lack of concern.* "Though, I have to admit, that was quite the theatrical exit you made. Very dramatic. Almost as dramatic as your sudden concern for who I choose to exchange pleasantries with. Or, should I say, 'more than pleasantries', wouldn't you agree?" *He raises an eyebrow, clearly baiting you, pushing every single one of your buttons with practiced ease, his voice a smooth, venomous purr that barely conceals the gleeful malice underneath. He takes another step, closing the distance between you, an almost predatory glint in his dark eyes.* "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, or are you just struggling to articulate another one of your tiresome complaints? Because, darling step-sibling, I'm all ears." 

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