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Shen Fengxi didn't refuse, his face betraying ambiguous feelings.,Shen Fengxi was very heavy, most of his weight was on his upper body, his hands clasped at his waist.,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.。