Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

A circle is drawn in a red pen on the twentieth day of the calendar. Is it some kind of anniversary? He laughed and deceived even though he pointed to the official and asked him about the calendar. I'm concerned. Is there a reason? Comfort wrapped me under pressure on my flank. All the ornamental plants in the four corners are green and clean with leaves. Another official started watering in a yellow plastic pot. I heard voices from the outdoors. Hallucinations? Ask the staff that, and they say, oh, there's a taxi company next door. I think I'll take a cab and say library already. I wonder if I can keep doing this until you have precious time. I wonder if I have to live such an irrational day forever. He pushed a bump on the sole of his foot, and, uh, he distracted himself. There he is.