Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Heh, heh, heh. That's pretty good to be on your feet. They look at the numbers on the display panel and never say it's a hard load. It's just lack of exercise. I get sweaty all over my back. The panel now suggested he was exercising for fifteen minutes in a row.

Sitting on a forward exercise bike and glancing at this one, Ms. Mayria is not sweating a single piece on her jersey. You're dressed. Then remove the throat candy from the pocket and let the packaging be included in the opening mouth. And I'm turning a mockery on this one. What does this man want?

"Mr. Maricana, your lower stomach is shaking."

Kee, I don't like it. I look over my tummy, which is so snaggy that it's not true.