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I called Shen Fengxi, not really expecting him to answer. But when he didn't pick up, my hopes died a little more completely.,...lightly grazed the most sensitive earlobes, very.,He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, a conqueror's scent. Meng Qiong felt herself getting flushed, her white knitted sweater being unbuttoned by him. A shiver ran down her spine as his touch exposed her fair skin, which carried the faint aroma of bath soap.。