Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The flanks were tickled, and the laughter was pouring out of my mouth like a blister. The anxiety temporarily eased and I was able to breathe heavily.The bus enters the tunnel and proceeds with a high beam of light.For a moment, the lighting in the tunnel floated Carlia, and she died unhappily young, worried about her premature death.Carlia changed her expression several times as she passed under the lights.Laugh, anger, look down.Her long, black hair was as beautiful as a crop.

The bus went straight for about five minutes, the speed was restricted to the car in front of it, and the driver's frustration appeared in the steering wheel and sudden start.The view from the front seat is spacious, and the leaves of the street trees that bloom along the road are pushed by gravity, or the wind blows and rips off the branches and falls.