Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I was leaning against the window and looking out. Well-cleaned window frames, clean windows to be transparent. A pigeon walks wide in the empty space next door, exploring insects. Oh, I'm stuck on the ground wondering if I still have my beak. My eyes open wide and I get annoyed by the rapid pitch.

Looking at it, my stomach said, "It's time for dinner." Well, it's about the stomach, so I guess I'm going to point it out early and get hungry. I don't know if you think you can break through that level of ruse.

I removed the crescent lock and slid the window. I felt the cool wind stroking my cheeks, but it was a hot air that made me want to get in, and I hurriedly re-closed it.