Little Secrets in the Storage Box

He looked at her looking at the backs of others, and it turned out that what was more painful than a secret love was a secret love within a secret love. "Hey, little one, call me, sister," she said, looking at him with drunken eyes. "Sister, I want to go home," he said pretending to be pitiful, but there was a glint in his eyes. The storage girl × the black-bellied little puppy who has been secretly in love for ten years