Emily Davis was beautiful, with a classic oval face, her skin like jade, her brows gracefully painted, and a tall, elegant figure that was as beautiful as a painting.
Even though her long black hair was somewhat disheveled, it did not diminish her charm in the slightest.
She stood there, gazing steadily ahead.
As her gaze met mine, my heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Emily Davis bit her lip, her expression turning a bit wistful.
"Happy New Year!" I racked my brains and, after a moment, managed to squeeze out this awkward greeting.
Emily Davis was visibly taken aback, then she burst into laughter.
"What the hell, Happy New Year!" Emily Davis cursed softly, yet her expression brightened, "Couldn't you see this wasn't exactly the right moment for that?"
I chuckled awkwardly.
A moment of silence followed.
Emily Davis continued to look at me, her gaze unwavering, then suddenly she bit her lip and decisively walked over, crashing into my embrace.
"Don't move!"
