Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"What is it, Mr. Maelia?

Mr. Maelia is unresponsive to my remarks. Looks like it was just a doll. - Even if I think of it as a joke, it's a refreshment of dreams and hopes. It looks like a rocket hanging from my neck with a face that won't float. I try to bend my right arm, even though my leg is under pressure and I feel pain. There is some lingering light that flutters like clouds, like remnants. Powerful... well, powerfully impossible. I dropped my arm on a white bed and saw Mayria pulling her jaw and pressing her leg. What? Why, Mr. Maelia!? "Oh, my God!" and let out a growl. "Mr. Maelia, stop it!" Did it splash, "he unfortunately changed with the clerk and lowered his hips on the bed next to him. It's creepy with a slight, raised corner.