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Shen Fengxi didn't refuse, his face betraying ambiguous feelings.,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.,Shen Fengxi buried in his earlobe and kissed twice, covering his abdomen with his hand, and whispered hoarsely, "Can I"。