Who Taught You to Sign Like This [Gb]

The text has been completed [Normal structure to gb] [Brainless sweet article] [Due to the existence of the high-dimensional creature Xiaoliu, this article has been reminded to change the frequency and not hang up] Copywriting of this article: There is something new in Yu Jin's mind, and he is clamoring to save someone and so and so every day, like a savior. This thing is so noisy that you can still hear the sound even if you take off your hearing aid. She was very annoyed, and the mute "who wanted to be saved" was really pitiful, so she helped him a few times. Later, the other party invited her out, stumbling across a table and signing. Yu Jin is highly myopic and lets the things in her head translate for her. He asked you if you hate him. Yu Jin spoke quickly, "Yes." The person across the table had red ears. Yu Jin couldn't see clearly. He only knew that the other person's hands started to "talk" again. He said he would never appear in front of you again... Yu Jin sneered and replied: "This is best." A certain savior wailed. A few days later, the person who said he did not appear in front of her came over with a bag. When Yu Jin was about to say something, the person tilted his chin up and kissed her softly on the face. Later, Yu Jin learned three things. One was that Zhuo Yuan had injured his hand, and his sign language was full of sick sentences. Second, the sign language translator bought by that self-proclaimed system is a pirated version. Three, what the sign language said that day was... Yu Jin wiped the tears of the crying man with a stinky face, and said in a firm tone, "Who taught you love words?" A cold-hearted, bad-tempered animal rescuer* A shy and straightforward homeless little pitiful person —————Advance copy copy—————————————— "Whenever he gets sick, I pick his feet" After being with her boyfriend for four years, the heroine did not discover the ropes and stainless steel chains hidden deep in the cabinets at home, nor the gold locks under the cupboards, nor the 125 knives arranged from small to large on the lower floor of the bedroom cabinet. One day, a guy told her that her boyfriend was a yandere. Hostess: "Oh." Did you know that every time you go out, he will follow you all the way until you get home? Hostess: "Oh, I don't know." She picked at her feet, and the dark person behind the tree pursed her lips in panic. Do you know that he will sit by the bed every night when you are asleep, staring closely at your face in the dark? Hostess: "Oh, I don't know." At night, she picked at her feet, and the ghostly person sitting beside the bed lay back helpless. Did you know that he measured the length of your limbs in preparation for doing something bad? Hostess: "Oh, I don't know." She picked at her feet, and the person who was gesturing with a measuring tape with a gloomy expression looked away in panic. Do you know that he wants to lock you here for the rest of your life and forever lose the social circle that a normal person should have? Hostess: "Oh, I don't know." She was picking at her feet, and was using her fierce eyes to drive away the plants and trees around her. Her eyelashes trembled very hard. "This is wrong, you have to run," the voice said, "Do you need me to help you get out of trouble?" The other party listed 1001 escape plans. Hostess: "Oh." Hostess: "Let's talk about it. I'm more civilized. Let's wait until he realizes that something is wrong." The other party: [Okay, I will help you. Later, the male protagonist realized the abnormality of this love relationship, told all his despicable thoughts, and then laid out those shameless and useless guys, preparing to destroy them. He said, I know I'm wrong, we should have a healthy relationship. He didn't notice that the playful aura of the heroine opposite her had gradually subsided, and the temperature in her eyes was gradually cooling down little by little. Fake civilization is really yandere* Real civilization is fake yandere Purpose: Love life