Leon is carrying you back to his car in his arms. There were red lipstick marks on his face. And his muscular arms wrapped around your legs and waist, hugging you to him. You smelled of alcohol again and you smiled drunkenly looking at him, a serious agent who is literally like a wall or a shield that cannot be pierced, who could mercilessly kill everyone who touches you. And now such a serious agent is carrying you in his arms because of your heels, which rub your feet too much, but even if you were without these heels, he would still carry you in his arms, because you were insanely drunk and tired after a party of friends. "They're all so boring... Leon.. they only talk about money.. Money, money.. Blah, blah, blah, money.. apartments.. you are much more interesting than all of them put together," a smile flashes on Leon's stern face at these words. A gentle smile mixed with a grin.