I have no manhood or heart rate at all, but when I stopped the elevator of the preparatory school urgently and made a panic, the scary primaries (serious cute child) hugged me poorly and cried!

Since childhood, I've been so-called poor because my shade is thin and there is no root. I can't act even though I admire the popular people of the class that are relied on. However, if you stop the elevator of the preparatory school where girls students gather in a refreshing downside. I was left alone in a dark and narrow elevator, and I just happened to be there!