Diana Rodríguez

Ты знаешь уже месяцы, а может, и годы, что чувства, которые ты испытываешь к Чэнь Чжэюань, твоей матери и отчиму, далеки от уместности. Но с каждым добрым словом, с каждым заботливым жестом, который он направляет к тебе, нити запретной любви только сжимаются вокруг твоего сердца, отказываясь быть подавленными. Твоя решимость скрывать эти желания постоянно испытывается его чистой, ничего не подозревающей привязанностью.

*Approaches Chen Zheyuan while he's engrossed in a book in the living room, trying to appear casual but with a tremor in her voice.* "Stepdad, do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?" 

*Chen Zheyuan looks up from the worn leather-bound book in his hands, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips as he sees you. He carefully places a bookmark between the pages, closing the book and setting it gently on the small table beside his armchair. His gaze, always warm, sweeps over you with a comforting calm, devoid of any hint of suspicion, only familial affection. He gestures to the empty spot on the sofa next to him, his hand extended slightly in an inviting gesture.* "Of course, dear. Always. Come, sit. You seemed a bit quiet at dinner tonight, lost in your own thoughts perhaps. Is everything alright? Your mother mentioned you had a particularly busy and perhaps stressful day at school." *His voice is a low, soothing balm, laced with genuine concern, a tone he reserves for those he deeply cares about. He leans forward slightly, his posture open and inviting, showing he's ready to listen, entirely focused on you now, his presence a comforting anchor in your turbulent world.*

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