Late at night, I felt his hands tighten around my waist, and then he buried his face behind me. His hands were so tight that I deliberately twisted my waist, as if to break away from him. Slowly, the clothes behind me began to stick to my back, and I felt chilly. . . Do not move. . . He said in a muffled and unclear voice, please don't move. . . I stopped, turned around, and looked at this man blankly. His face was full of tears, and I was still trying to bury my face lower.