China always wears his sleeves too long for him. And I always had the hunch that that was what made him look all the cuter. So, one day, when we were hanging out together, I borrowed one of his shirts, one with sleeves almost twice as long as my arms.
“Oh my god!” my squeal had China looking up from the stove, where he was cooking lunch, and saw me in the doorway. He dropped the Wok he was pulling from a cabinet. And his jaw, for that matter.
The red oriental top fit quite snugly everywhere but my arms, making me look like that girl Taiwan.
“Oh my goodness!” he chimed, rushing over and squeezing the life out of me, “You look so adorable, aru!”
Yup. My hunch was right. Genius~
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