At this moment, Li Yifeng really did stop the motorcycle.
"Brother, it's starting to rain. Let's find somewhere to take shelter!"
Although Li Yifeng had ridden motorcycles before, he felt somewhat nervous riding on these mountain roads, so he pulled over.
Wang Xiaoshuai got off the bike, scanned the surroundings, and finally looked towards a mountain on the left and said, "Yifeng, there's a cave at the foot of that mountain. I've taken shelter there before. I'll take our brother's wife over first, you park the motorcycle under that big tree, then come find us!"
"Okay!" Li Yifeng agreed.
But then he noticed that Zhao Jingjing hadn't moved from the motorcycle.
"Yifeng, I've been sitting on the motorcycle too long, my legs have gone numb!" Zhao Jingjing lied. It wasn't just her legs that were numb; her whole body was.
Wang Xiaoshuai had been too much for her just now, and she truly had no strength left.