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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.,Every week, the air is hot and sticky. The two of them are together.,There is less than half an hour left before Youyou's early education class.。