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He only said one thing, the phone call didn't go through.,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.,Meng Qiong single-handedly carried the two garbage bags, pushed open the door and walked out.。