Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

By the way, by the way, proceed. Especially during this time we haven't talked about anything. Only a hand overflowing with warmth suggests his presence. But somewhere strong and supportive, I can't help but feel that warmth pouring out. Citizens look at this one. They're all talking there.

I lay my eyes down. But the voice doesn't know to stop. Then walking in harmony with the prince of a country would be gossip. I can't help but be whispered. Jealousy rises one after another from the women.

"It's not connected."

"Well, that fish-eyed thing doesn't fit."