Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The sound of the air conditioning made me think of some cold gentleman. Do not move no matter what happens, maximize performance in a certain but intact position, do not hesitate, and operate. Well, because it's not a creature. "What's wrong?," he said. When I lowered my face, Master Calcirust stood in front of me. I couldn't speak unexpectedly. "Hehe, sounds like Maricana," said Dear Calci Rust.

"What do you mean? Well, if you're going to profess it, please. If you don't want to, fine. You have sweat on your cheeks."

"It's a secret," Master Calcirust said, wiping his cheek with a towel over his neck. I wonder how far you've opened your mind. I did my gaze on the floor between the boards and noticed the prince standing on his white barefoot.