Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Me sitting on the bench. Shall we stay like this? Hold down the bench with both hands and distract yourself. The bench always hits the back along the back. I am forced to persevere in this development and I am fed up with troublesome and difficult developments. It's a bad day. I'm sick and tired of refusing to let my body move, and my right of use is going to pass from brain to body, and I'm not going to follow my instructions in a shell-shaped loyalty anymore. A long piece of paper dripped like a warm bait when I soaked it from the ceiling and stopped right in front of me. What, next. Uh, do you want to take a break? He's paying attention. You're flexible enough to handle it. Thank you. I lay my body on the bench and dared to take a nap. It's a bit of a stiff bed, but it would seem like a luxurious bed with a canopy to me if I were exhausted. I'll give you an hour. Huh. Something just fell on my body. The blanket is applied when I open my eyes thinly. Kind, I can feel the warmth. I felt like lifting a beer of toast to an assignment like today's training monk.