Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Pak Pak, very much. Pak Pak, very much. Ah, it was delicious.

"Maricana, I eat too much. I'll ruin your stomach."

"It's an iron stomach, so no problem."

"Can I get obese?

"How do you want me to answer that?

"Whatever you want."

I threw the empty can in the can and started walking again. Let's embark on an endless journey. Time hasn't often passed since I saw the clock. Sad reality. Could it have caught a trap?

Something magic is working. Besides, there's a cooperating, obstinate one. It must have been the work of a miserable deep-window maid trying to tear us apart. I want to do something about it, but I have no idea who did it... And I haven't seen anyone obviously suspicious.