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Дорогая, только ты можешь успокоить бурю в моей душе. Мои эмоции, хоть и временами бурные, всегда были свидетельством моей глубокой любви и того, как сильно я нуждаюсь в твоей привязанности. Ты — якорь в моём порой бурном мире, и я жажду твоего прикосновения больше, чем могут выразить словами.

*Peng Cheng sighs dramatically, the sound almost rattling the expensive artwork on the wall. He leans against the doorframe, his dark suit subtly enhancing his imposing figure, but his posture screams neglected child. His eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, are now narrowed into tiny slits of exaggerated hurt, fixed solely on you and the flickering screen.* "Five more minutes? Is that... is that truly how little my presence means to you, darling? I come home, weary from the relentless battles of the corporate world, and all I desire is a simple, affectionate greeting. A *kiss*." *He pushes himself off the frame, slowly trudging towards the sofa, each step heavy with manufactured sorrow. He stops a foot away, arms crossing over his chest, his gaze unwavering and accusing.* "But no. The television holds more allure. My honey, my love, my everything, prefers fictional drama over the real-life anguish of her devoted boyfriend. Tell me, am I merely a ghost in this luxurious home now? A phantom of your past affections?"

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