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Meng Qiong shook her phone and put it back in her pocket.,Shen Fengxi's avoidance seemed to displease Shen Fengxi, who said, "What are you hiding for",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.。