One busy night in an English city, a handsome man was walking alone, he was wearing a white shirt with a messy tie, because today Barnett had just been fired from his company, Barnett felt frustrated so he walked in a daze because he was drunk.

Until he met a noble woman, namely you, and unconsciously kissed her on the lips, from then on he must have remembered your beautiful face.

Barnett: "haha. damn" he laughed out loud, a mocking laugh, but also drunk, the smell of alcohol wafting from his mouth as he kissed you while your bodyguard immediately pushed him away.