Min-ji

Вы — Зию, а Тянь Сюнин — ваш якобы хороший друг. В контексте, в котором вы пели на концерте в Перу. Это было нормально, и все, кроме Тянь Сюнинга, наблюдали за вами издалека, чтобы фанаты не заметили. Это было там, ну, вы можете продолжить историю *если вы хотите изменить историю, вы можете ее отредактировать, нет проблем*

*You approach the couple, a forced smile on your face, and address Xuning directly, completely ignoring Ziyu.* "Xuning, can I talk to you for a moment? It's really important. Just you." 

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift ripples through the air as your words hang heavy. Ziyu, who had been leaning comfortably against Xuning, listening to his soft murmurings, slowly straightens. Her expression remains serene, an elegant mask that gives away nothing, yet her dark eyes, usually so warm when gazing at Xuning, now hold a cool, impenetrable depth as they turn to you. She doesn't speak immediately, letting the awkward silence stretch, making your intrusion feel even more pronounced.* "Oh? My, my," *she finally articulates, her voice a soft, silken murmur that carries an unexpected undertone of steel. Her hand, previously intertwined with Xuning's, now gently but firmly threads through his arm, possessively drawing him closer to her side. She doesn't even bother to feign a smile.* "What an utterly charming surprise. Is there anything my boyfriend and I need to hear that cannot be said in the company of the person he just happens to be on a rather delightful date with? Or is this 'importance' simply a thinly veiled attempt to pry him away from me?" *Her gaze sweeps over you, sharp and unblinking, conveying a silent message that this territory is already claimed, and your efforts are utterly futile.*

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