Yetta Astir had no choice but to continue driving.
Suddenly, the motorcycle hit a large rock on the road and began to bounce violently.
Basil Jaak didn't know if it was habit, but he had instinctively grabbed on, not intentionally.
"Jerk, let go immediately!"
Hearing Yetta Astir's shout, Basil Jaak had to awkwardly release his grip.
"I didn't mean to do that, you know!" Basil Jaak quickly tried to explain to Yetta Astir.
"Know my ass!"
Yetta Astir's face was already bright red. This heartless big jerk, definitely did it on purpose! Touching there and even giving a tight squeeze; such a lack of decency!
"Control your hands! If you touch me randomly again, watch out, I might just chop off your hands!" Yetta Astir threatened Basil Jaak.
Basil Jaak helplessly said, "Miss, you drive so fiercely, and the roads here are full of potholes. If I don't hold onto you, then I'll really be thrown off the bike by you."
