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Meng Qiong shook her phone and put it back in her pocket.,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.,He walked toward the bathroom, his voice a hoarse whisper: "Wait for me ten minutes."。