Don't Come to Wendy's Flower House - Chapter 12

... l on the sticky floor. How wonderful!”

She again tightened her grip on Wendy’s hands as if she would never let her go.

With her hands grabbed by the woman, who was so excited at the moment, Wendy felt as if the energy of her hands was escaping from her body.

“I’m curious about the sticky floor, did you make it sticky, too?”

The woman, who was close to Wendy, lowered her voice as if she was a spy agent.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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