The match was still ongoing.
Although he already knew the outcome of the match and had experienced life-and-death fights on the battlefield, the boxing match on the stage didn't draw much of Donnie's attention.
At the moment, Donnie was actually more focused on Pickford beside him.
The two sat side by side, and because of the venue, Donnie and his companions' seats were actually added temporarily, the original seats for spectators were part of the sports arena!
Sitting there, Donnie could smell Pickford's fragrance and felt her soft palm in his hand, damp with a thin layer of sweat.
Donnie's index finger gently hooked the inside of Pickford's palm, sensing her nervousness.
Scrape!
Suddenly, Pickford stood up, and Donnie let go of her hand. Observing the match, Douglas noticed Pickford's situation and turned to ask her.
"What's wrong?"
Pickford, with a slight blush on her face, said, "It's nothing, I'm just heading to the restroom!"
