China X Reader - Lost Love
WARNING: INCLUDES SAD SCENES WHICH YOU MAY NEED TO GRAB A TISSUE FOR AND BAD LANGUAGE/OFFENSE AND HUMOR FROM MOCK THE WEEK ‘UNLIKELY LETTERS FOR AN AGONY AUNT TO RECIEVE’ APPEARING IN TIME SKIP, NEW TOPIC AND INTRO.
~*~*~*~ Intro. ‘I want to trace my father, could you suggest a good marker pen?’
As you strolled silently through the beautiful and colourful Chinese gardens, you could smell the earth from the tip of your nose. Wang Yao’s garden was beautifully decorated than any other countries garden you had visited. You had visited America’s with a fountain, Francis with his over dose of roses, Russia with his bright sun-flowers and England with a whole mix. But Yao’s garden, un-regrettably, had to the best of them all.
~*~*~*~ New topic. ‘I have recently discovered the pleasures of butter in sex, I smear it on the door knob to stop the kids coming in.’
Instead of just flowers and fountains, China had large ponds scattered around his house as lily pads floated motionless on the water. Rocks atop of each other as gushes of water splattered down onto other boulders and seeped gradually into one of the ponds. Trees and bushes, all shapes and sizes, all colour and style leaned backwards towards where the sun shone through beaming its way through the petty leaves and branches from above. Large stones alighted in a line, leading upwards in the course of Yao’s home. Pagodas and gazebos also positioned dispersed in the maze of wildlife and flora as the snow wooden platform made it easier for others to get from place to place. In Yao’s home, they entered by moon gates, which you thought was pretty nonchalant since you didn’t have to go into an anxious quest for your keys to your door back at home in (country).
Yao’s home was right in front of you, what was stopping? Oh yeah, that’s right. It was him.
~*~*~*~ New topic. ‘Dear bitch, I have trouble making friends. What are you going to do about it?!’
His gorgeous murky brunette hair tied back into a ponytail, with his dusky jade Chinese martial uniform with a bloodshot armband strapped to his left arm. But, you could recall unintentionally come across him one sunrise while he was changing for his teaching. His body looked slender and an ointment dainty color that looked just faultless on him, but his scar that was slashed midway down his backbone didn’t make it look any handsomer. But although his male boobs were fairly hefty in a particular way, that panda-shaped birthmark that you just happened to see above his rear end did make him appear improved in a stimulating way. But unfortunately, he wasn’t completely bare that day. This caused you to be doubly distressed. Not once had you noticed him nude before, but your awareness was entirely elated by him and his form. Not because it wasn’t normal for you, you did admire and crave him after all.
And there you were now, standing in the figment of imagination while straight ahead stood Wang’s mansion.
Figuring out that this day was going to be special since you were going to confess to Yao, you had decided to wear a Qipao. Why might you ask? Only because you were out shopping for something that would suit Yao’s tastes and the circumstance that it was Chinese, then to unexpectedly stumble across your flawless clothing which dangled gracefully on a pin wedged in the wall for arrangement. Then only after purchasing the outfit and the proprietor and you exchanging yuans, the old lady then asked you, “感谢您购买[1], what’s the occasion, 親愛[2]?” And fortunate enough for you , you replied with, “我要结婚了[3]。” The main and utmost lie ever, but part of that was correct. You did want to wed him. Scratch that, you desired to be with him for eternity. But with a form like this, you pondered if it would toil on him.
