Shu Yu shook her head, "No."
She doesn't get car sick or seasick. In the past, she could even work on her computer in a fast-moving vehicle with high efficiency. This is a habit cultivated over many years; for her, being on a boat or in a car, as long as it's stable, is no different than being on land.
It's just a bit boring; at first, you can look at the scenery by the roadside, but over time, it's hard to maintain interest.
With nothing to do, Shu Yu asked Ying Xi to go to the cabin and bring out a book to read.
She herself moved a small bench, sat under the eaves away from the sun, with the gentle wind blowing, and felt quite at ease.
Ying Xi quickly brought out two books; calling them books is an exaggeration, they were just storybook pamphlets.
At such leisure moments, it's more enjoyable to read storybooks.
Ying Xi sat beside her eating, and only after traveling together these days did Shu Yu find out that this fellow is secretly a foodie.
