Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The woman in the black robe earlier was restless, so much so that she thought she was a suspicious person who had opened her bag and lifted the menu many times.

Gradually, you're getting out of hand. I took out my phone, and, oh, I'm texting you. It's from your mother. What, a dinner request? No, now you don't want to think about food anymore. I'd like to give you a break.

I clutter my silver smartphone in my pocket. Let time pass. Oh, the black robe guy took the black robe out of his bag. No, it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. No way. You're getting dressed?