Jane Sampson cried on stage last night, making all the personnel bewildered, and nobody remembered to adjust the camera positions.
Until James Black held Jane Sampson and walked away, the others then snapped out of it.
"That's good." Jane Sampson breathed a sigh of relief and fell back again.
But this time, she fell onto James Black, turned over, and lay down on him like a little turtle.
When Jane Sampson acted spoiled like this, James Black couldn't do anything against her.
She was in a bad mood, so he was even more reluctant to push her away from himself.
She relied on him, so at this time, she would think of staying close to him, sticking to him.
"Hungry?" James Black gently patted Jane Sampson's back and asked.
"Not hungry." But just as she said that, her belly betrayed her by growling.
Jane Sampson's expression froze, she pouted, and quickly reached out to cover James Black's ears, "You didn't hear anything just now."
