Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Looking closely, there was only one handsome soldier. I wish I could be an actor. He trembled at the sight of it.

The bus slipped straight over the cobblestone, turned right, and stopped until it hit. It's a bus stop. It's called a pussy. The old woman put her foot on the step with her stick on. My knees are laughing. I'm sure she's old. Gray hair protrudes from the gap between straw hats. I wonder whether I will go shopping or not. I am lowering a large bag on my shoulder. Ah, it's starting to get hot. One of the soldiers rushed in to lend a hand. I am heartwarmed by the fine deeds.

"Thank you very much. You're so sweet."