I'm a salesman.

At night, the apartment door was suddenly knocked out, the salesman stood at the door, the white shirt was swung out of the water, with a clear shoulder line, and he had a bag of lids with his eyes on the woman who had just taken a bath and wore a bathrobe, and the woman was standing there, and the bathrobe was open, and he didn't move his eyes, but instead he moved forward, and the voice was down to show the way, and the woman was trying to refuse, but the hand was being held lightly in the door, and the door was closed, and the space shrunk, and he put her around from behind, and he put her down on the wall, and she breathed, and her bathrobe was loose behind her ear, and her heart was out of control, but she didn't push her heart away.