Ann is a casual person, she only does what she likes to do, like her current job, and only because she likes to do it.

What kind of work does she do, heh, it may not sound good to others.

She is the female publicist of a cowherd shop.

Doesn't that sound weird?

The female publicist of the cowherd shop.

Together, these two not-so-nice nouns make it a weird and unpleasant noun.

But Ann is such an eccentric person, but if she has to say that she is not likable, she is likable, especially to her guests.

As a public relations officer of a cowherd shop, she certainly doesn't serve those stinky men, her customers are all women, those who need comfort and satisfaction, or who have difficulties.

And Ann's job is to soothe them, satisfy them, and help them. She wanders among many women, but she can grasp the right measure, only do what she should do, and do the best she can.

She protects them, and she can do almost everything in her work.

She will pay attention to every detail, pay attention to every bit of the guest's thoughts, and take it seriously and take care of it with care.

Listen carefully when they need to talk, play crazy with them when they need to vent, and be there for them when they need to rely on.

But she never gets involved in the lives of her guests, and she never asks about their private affairs.

She is like a perfect lover, close but not overstepping, knowing how to measure but not distant.

A guest once said that if Ann were a man, he would be the perfect partner.

In the same way, as the perfect lover, Ann doesn't mind having physical relationships with her guests, and it can even be said that she indulged in them for a while.

The feeling of loving and being loved was so difficult for her at that time, but gradually, she discovered that she didn't love.

Her relationship with all her guests is just to take what she needs.

She has never really felt what it is like to love someone, nor what it is like to be loved by someone.

She became curious, and began to pursue this greatest desire, which was derived from carnal desire, but overridden by carnal desire, and entangled in human sexuality.

She can't fall in love with men, which is why she wants to be the female public relations of the cowherd shop, so she targets women.

But as she searched, she found that it was impossible for her to fall in love with the women she met at work, because their relationship could only be that of a PR and a client.

So, she thought of finding a woman who had nothing to do with her job, but the outside world was not so accepting of same-sex relationships, and her job was really not a suitable person to date.

She liked her job very much and didn't think about changing it for a short time, but she also knew that she would never find any love if she continued like this.

Maybe one day she will be able to meet a lover who will make her give up her job.

Ann had also had such fantasies, but unfortunately, she had never encountered them all this time.

Ann is addicted to carnal desires, and it is precisely because of this that she wants to taste the highest desire of this carnal desires once.

Why, exactly, love can be called love, and not ordinary copulation, or surname desire.

Ann wanted to figure this out.

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At the end of the day, or rather, early in the morning, the sky was already shimming, and the neon lights in the city were fading.

Leaning against the wall of the cowherd shop on the corner, Ann finished the cigarette in his hand, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can in the smoking area.

She simply lifted the side hair that hung down from her ears, revealing a beautiful face.

Ann was beautiful, almost everyone who had seen her said so, and at the same time very handsome, much more handsome than the average handsome man.

Especially when she always wears a suit and combs her clean medium-length short hair, she looks like a noble son from a famous family.

"Ann, let's go first. "In the side door of the cowherd shop, the cowherds walked out in twos and threes, probably ready to go home from work.

Seeing Ann standing there alone smoking, they simply said hello, friendly but not much meaning.

Although the cowherd is not a good job, the people who do this work are some guys who are familiar with the world.

They know about Ann's situation, so they know that they and Ann may be colleagues or friends, but it's better not to ask too many personal questions about her.

"Well, goodbye. Ann nodded goodbye to them.

When the cowherds were far away, Ann also straightened up from the wall, it was not too early, she should also go home, if she didn't want to go to a guest's house to spend the night.

Thinking about it, she took out a bunch of car keys from her pocket, as a celebrity in this fairly well-known cowherd shop, she was quite rich.

"Click, click, click. Ann's footsteps rang out in the quiet alley, her black shoes gently colliding with the pavement.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and Ann stopped, and at this time she had walked out of the alley and stood in front of her car.

She didn't get in the car because she noticed that there was one more thing in the car.

Right in the middle of the driver's seat, there is a black stone.

Allah pulled the door and looked left and right.

The door was still locked, and there was no one around, but the stone wasn't hers, so why it appeared in her car, it couldn't have been someone's prank.

But after all, it was just a stone, and Ann didn't think much about it, so she opened the car door, picked up the stone and sat down.

When she sat down, she was about to throw the stone in her hand, but when the stone was about to be thrown away, her hand stopped.

This stone is quite special.

Ann raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the appearance of the stone.

A very neat cube, with delicate and special lines on all six sides, and if you look closely, you will find that these lines are hollowed out. When it comes to the production process, it's quite complicated.

What kind of crafts does it look like.

Could it be a gift left by Lena?

Ann began to think back to the guests who had recently ridden in her car.

But then he shook his head, Lena would not send such a thing.

Or is it Lola?

Ann frowned slightly.

Or Jasmine, Tina, Angela, Jiang Xiaoxiao, Yui, Momoli?

(Hey, how many people have been in your car lately, and you're still eating both Chinese and foreign······ ）

Anyway, after a period of searching to no avail, Ann finally left the stone in her car. If it's a gift left by a guest, she won't lose it, no matter what it is.

Let's leave it there for now.

"Buzz——

The car's engine started and it drove down the street.