The copywriting is useless. . .
Happy version
Coyly: "Do you love me?"
Girl: "..."
Continue to blush: "I, I... I like you..."
Girl: "…"
Nodding contentedly: "I count 10 seconds and if you don't speak, you agree... 1, 2, 3, 4, 10!"
The girl glared.
A certain person said righteously: "Don't you know that men count like this?"
Deep Joyful Escape Version
Woman: "Do you love me?"
Man: "Love."
Woman: "If you love me, stab me with a knife."
The masculinity is like a thread: "Do you love me?"
The woman stared at the man: "Did you stab the wrong person?"
This is a poignant story about a sparrow who fell in love with a peacock and lost everything but then discovered that he was actually a peacock.
The male protagonist is by no means a good guy, and the female protagonist is definitely not an innocent, kind-hearted novice.
This is a devil's pit, there is no most perverted, only the most perverted. More perverted, not the most joyful, only more joyful.
Please prepare your imitation poison mask consciously
It's your first time here, please take care of us.