Shen Fengxi was very heavy, most of his weight was on his upper body, his hands clasped at his waist.,Her heart was too tired to muster the energy to say anything more. Meng Qiong lowered her eyelids and softly replied, "Hmm.",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.。