Morgan Zhekova was feeling uneasy and didn't dare to sleep.
Actually, he was already pretty tired today; by 8:30 pm, he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.
Accompanying Cindy Clarke to the competition today had really worn out the little guy, both mentally and physically.
Sitting next to Cindy while watching the drama, the little one's head sank lower and lower without realizing it, his eyelids getting heavier.
Morgan didn't even realize he had fallen asleep while sitting up.
His head suddenly leaned against Cindy's arm, and when she looked down, she woke him up.
"If you're tired, go to the bedroom and sleep," Cindy said softly.
"I'm not tired! Who says I'm tired?" Morgan looked at the clock, "It's not even 9 o'clock yet, I won't sleep."
Morgan rarely showed stubbornness, and even Cindy couldn't persuade him.
However, just five minutes after watching TV, the little guy's head leaned against Cindy again.
Cindy looked at his sleeping face helplessly and smiled.
