Valentine Teller discreetly moved her foot over, held her breath, and with all her strength, stomped on the foot of that pervert.
"Ouch..."
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to." Valentine Teller was almost bursting with laughter, yet she still put on a face of regret and apologized repeatedly.
"It's okay, it's okay."
The man was already grimacing in pain, but still held back, waving his hand repeatedly. Encountering such an event, he could only consider himself unlucky. Yet, his foot really hurt.
Valentine Teller turned her head and winked at Anastasia Archard.
Anastasia secretly gave her a thumbs-up, and the hard object poking her behind disappeared, making her feel relieved.
Whether the man had learned the lesson and was now afraid, he moved to the other side, not daring to get close to them again.
The bus swayed along, and finally arrived at the stop.
