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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.,There is less than half an hour left before Youyou's early education class.,As Shen Fengxi was about to leave, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something on the coffee table. He casually asked, "What's that on the table"。