"It's too hot!" Samuel Noah Jackson said faintly, then embraced her even more tightly.
Hot?
Michelle Campbell was speechless. The temperature in the countryside was clearly much cooler than in the city.
And he said it was hot...
Just as she was about to say something else, she realized that the man by her side had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep.
She was stunned, looking at him with confusion.
Was he really that tired?
But thinking about it, he did expend quite a bit of energy at today's press conference.
It was normal for him to be tired...
However, for so long, this was the first time he had dropped the ball at such a crucial moment...
Could it be her fault?
As she thought about it, Michelle subconsciously reached out to touch her own face, her own waist...
Suddenly, she felt a bit disheartened, wondering if she had neglected her own care due to her recent preoccupation with the game.
