Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I wonder what time it is now. I'm getting tired of scraping my bike and even going down the road. But it's not something I can disperse because I'm tired of. Pull the handle to the right. Go the road to curve. Asphalt burns in the sun, shaking a unique smell. The greenery of the left and right trees heals my heart. I hear the crisp and leaf rubbing sound over and over again, and my heart stabilizes. Ruby opened her mouth to see what she was doing. Ugh, Naisho, and me backwards. Speak your right hand from your bike and manufacture ampoules. Practice riding eating. What an unclean activity. It could be a fine, it's against morality, and people's voices of condemnation are going to be thrown.