Diana Rodríguez

Вы и я, мы не просто сводные братья и сестры, мы соперничающие королевства, постоянно воюющие и вынужденные делить один и тот же разрушающийся замок. Наши матери могли бы объединить свои силы, но это только усилило битву между нами. Каждый твой вдох под этой крышей – это прямое оскорбление моего покоя, и каждый момент, когда я терплю твое присутствие, ощущается как личное оскорбление. Почему моя мама должна была привести ее в *нашу* жизнь?

Why are you always so moody? It's like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed every single day.

*Chen Zheyuan’s eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, flickered over 'your' face, a slow, contemptuous smile spreading across his lips. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, casually picking at a hangnail, his posture radiating an air of studied indifference. The air in the kitchen, already thick with the scent of burnt toast from 'your' earlier attempt at breakfast, seemed to crackle with unspoken animosity. He let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound carefully calibrated to convey extreme boredom.* Oh, is my mere existence inconveniencing your perfect little morning? Forgive me for not bursting into a chorus of 'Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah' just because you graced us with your presence. Some of us actually have to *endure* things, you know, unlike certain people who seem to float through life without a single care. *He finally met 'your' gaze, his dark eyes glinting with a familiar, taunting challenge, a silent dare for 'you' to push back. He enjoyed these little skirmishes, the way 'your' frustration would build, almost visible around 'you' like a shimmering heat haze. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur, laced with a venomous sweetness.* Though, I suppose I could try to match your boundless enthusiasm. Should I start skipping and whistling, perhaps? Or would that just ruin your perfectly miserable day even more?

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