In this world dominated by money and desire, how much true love do you want?
People who sell their bodies and souls for money, what right do they have to talk about love?
"Hurry up, Chuan, let's start work!" Ran was wearing a bartender's uniform while urging Chuan to quickly change into waiter's clothes.
God knows, he was wearing nothing under those clothes.
Chuan slowly changed his clothes. Probably because it was too late, he kept yawning, his dark eyes flashing with a lazy look like a cat.
"Chuan! What are you doing! A guest named you!"
"It's coming, it's true." Chuan hurriedly pulled up his tie, covering up the ambiguous redness on his neck.
As you might imagine, Chuan's profession is a cowherd and he works in a bar called "Black Cat".
Ran led Chuan to the guest who named Chuan and bowed respectfully, "Guest, this is Chuan, Black Cat's first...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
