"Juanjuan, let's get back on topic."
"Why get back on topic? Keep talking~"
"No, no, we definitely have to get back to it."
My brow twitched. This girl...
I thought about how to explain things and give Juanjuan a little confidence. After organizing my thoughts—though my vocabulary was really limited, probably about the same as an elementary school student's—
"Liking someone and loving someone are different. Maybe a person likes girls with huge breasts, but... when someone falls in love with another person, it doesn't matter whether she's a pineapple or a basketball. What matters is who she is. Does that make sense?"
Juanjuan pressed her lower lip together. That look was so wistful and yet so alluring that I couldn't help feeling a little stirred... This girl really was pretty.
Maybe it was because we spent so much time together, but Juanjuan's face looked at least thirty or forty percent like mine. We weren't related by blood, but maybe her body's ability to imitate had come into play while she was growing up?
So Juanjuan's face ended up looking a lot like mine... But I was still a little curious. If she'd imitated my face, why hadn't she imitated my figure too? Then Juanjuan wouldn't have this problem, would she?
Wait... Could it be that her genes had decided big breasts were useless, so they hadn't bothered copying mine!?
Well, I'll be damned!
Even my freaking genes looked down on me!?
Ahem, ahem... Fine, I was overthinking it.
"Let me put it simply, Juanjuan... You like this pistol, right?"
Looking at the Glock 17 Juanjuan had just picked up, she hesitated, then nodded.
"You like it, but you don't necessarily need it with you every second of the day. That's what liking something is—it's a hobby..."
Well, putting it