Roaring down the road, Jerome was so exhausted that he couldn't even muster a voice.
He felt like a spring toy, constantly bouncing.
When Jerome's endurance reached its limit, the vehicle finally came to a stop.
Vivian, accustomed to the jolting sensation, removed her helmet, shaking her long hair.
"How was it? Are you alright?"
Does he look alright?
Jerome waved his hand, feeling uncomfortable from head to toe.
His stomach churned violently, a desperate urge to vomit held at bay.
Vivian had deliberately slowed down, but Jerome's reaction was still severe.
Vivian had already deliberately slowed down, but she hadn't expected Jerome to react so intensely. Furrowing her eyebrows, she pulled out a bottle of mineral water from her bag and handed it over. "Taking a sip might make you feel better."
Jerome took two sips and looked at Vivian with a more complex expression. "I didn't expect riding a motorcycle to be so torturous."
Vivian raised an eyebrow.