A Responsible President

That night, a torrential rain hit the Mystic Lake mountainous region. Savannah grew up in Texas, so she was familiar with the climate of this city and was used to it. At this time of the year, the weather was like this. The TV was broadcasting the news of the typhoon landing. "Wow, it's so warm!" It was still raining outside. After taking a bath, Savannah slipped into Callan's arms and clung to him. The human-shaped warm paste was much more effective than ordinary ones! Callan held Savannah in his arms, looking as if he was absent-minded. "Callan? Callan?" Savannah called out a few times, but he didn't hear her. "Huh?" Callan suddenly came to his senses and looked at the woman in his arms in surprise. "What? What did you say?" "Well... what are you thinking about? I said I was thirsty." Savannah pouted, feeling a little annoyed. "Oh, I'll pour you some water." Callan lifted the blanket and got out of the bed. He didn't forget to tuck the blanket for her to prevent the heat from running