In the kindergarten, I and a girl had adjacent beds. One day, in a quiet hour, she asked her to do a massage, like a bucket crawling on her hand. He promised me the same in return. I try my best, my fingers are already tired, and she doesn’t get along, requires continuation. Eventually, my fingers were completely stuck, I surrendered and demanded my turn. She replied, “Sorry, I’m tired and I want to sleep.” This is a kick. Almost 30 years have passed, and it is still offensive.