Emma tried hard to open her eyes, but she felt that Jacob, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly became two, no, three people, three overlapping shadows wavering around inside her eyes. She shook her head and cursed in her heart what the hell this red wine was, a glass of it letting people drunk.

"Emma? What's wrong with you?" Jacob put down his glass of wine and sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her body in some concern.

Emma's expression twitched, and her delicate, flower-like face carried a touch of naive, as she tilted her head slightly, revealing her beautiful neck, "You? Why are you so close to me?"...