Her shout was crisp and loud, drawing the attention of all the passengers in the car—
The man had a great attitude, apologizing immediately: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just lost my balance!"
"No, you've already touched my chest twice!" Cherry's eyes were wide open. "The car isn't even crowded, yet you have to stand so close, and you keep touching my chest. Are you the legendary pervert?"
The man instantly grew angry, feigning ferocity, and shouted, "Who touched you?! I think you're just craving men, aren't you?!"
"Uncle, don't get angry," Cherry said seriously. "I understand you. After all, my chest is so big and good-looking. It's normal for you to like touching it, but you have to restrain yourself. After all, you're a human, not an animal, right?"
The middle-aged man's neck turned red: "What the hell are you babbling about?!"
"Why are you so bad-tempered? You touched me twice, and I didn't even curse at you. Why are you being so fierce with me?"
