Marry Me, Please!

"Who's going to get married?" 

His eyes were glued on her as she entered the kitchen, wearing one of his old university shirts. The t-shirt was too big on her, it almost looks like a dress on her. The old t-shirt was faded, and the collar was loose from being washed too many times. He didn't even know that he still has that t-shirt in his closet. 

She asked him to lend her something to wear, so he told her she could get anything from his closet as he came to the kitchen so he could make her some breakfast. As he waited for the rice to cook, he called Grand.

He opened his arms and Lili went in for an embrace. He grabbed her ass, "Tsk, why are you wearing a boxer?" 

She swatted his hand that was grabbing her ass. "You didn't answer my question." 

"Us." 

"What?" she knitted her eyebrows. Her patience was wearing thin with Bobby's joke so early in the morning.  "I asked you who was getting married."