Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

As space collapses, one bus slides the white body like the wind and dares to make a decision while aiming for the next bus stop. The bus is heated to sunlight without stopping, the ceiling temperature rises, and the sound of the indoor air conditioning rises step by step. Leave your body behind the back of the chair, calm down, and consider what to do next while gazing at the chair in front in vain.

The cool wind feels comfortable, gives my brain a relaxing effect and makes me wink into the world of dreams, making me see danger, ah, it stopped. Signal. Slow speed, soft stop without recoil. Nearby houses boast that this is my territory, making me feel irritated, resembling or approaching buildings and getting disgusted.