Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I thought this room with a killer landscape could also be somewhere to laugh at, starting to feel better and sound more comfortable all over my body. Staring at the wall, I got bored. I wonder if there's any magic on that white wall. Fly drowsiness by twisting your own cheeks. The voice leaked from the wall all the time, but no further abnormality broke out. I wonder if it was the devil's work to hypnotize you. But I don't usually see any problems if I just put him to sleep. The white wall was gray for a moment, slightly uplifted and waved from left to right, shaking every bit, stopping again. Pressure continues. There is force in my fingers. But there is no commission. A white clothing clerk who is now under pressure with his hips lying on his back and is focusing on restoring his fatigue. Fight.