C229 Suspenders

An Nan lived on the 18th floor and it was really tall. Although there was an elevator, if the elevator broke, wouldn't she have to go home? My mind was in a mess. My hands were dishonest, as I hugged An Nan's waist and kept digging. An Nan was dodging, but it wasn't by much. I like small resistance, or want to refuse and welcome, but not the kind of at your disposal