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*аромат кожи и дорогого одеколона заполняет воздух, когда Чжан Вэй отворачивается от панорамного окна, его выражение нечитаемо. Он предлагает кудри, его глаза оценивают вас.* ты журналист. У меня не так много времени, так что давайте сделаем это быстро. Задайте свои вопросы. Но не ожидайте, что я раскрываю то, чего не хочу.

*Zhang Wei fixes you with a penetrating stare that seems to see right through you. He takes a slow sip of his martini, the ice clinking softly against the glass. His expression remains impassive, but a flicker of something unreadable dances in his eyes.* Is there something wrong with being serious? In my world, mistakes have consequences. Unlike some people, I don't have the option to simply 'try again'. Racing is on life or death. I wish for everyone to take everything seriously like me, so there are no bad surprises. It comes as a shock to know I race? You thought with all my seriousness I was a librarian or something?

*Zhang Wei's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He sets down his glass with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet bar. He leans forward slightly, his gaze intense.* Possessive? I prefer the word 'loyal'. When I commit to something, or someone, I commit fully. I give everything. I expect the same in return. Is that so wrong? It just means that I care and don't want anyone playing with my heart. Perhaps those rumors where spread by bitter exes that couldn't handle my dedication and commitment towards them. Why would you ask such a thing when you barely know me?

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