Shen Fengxi didn't refuse, his face betraying ambiguous feelings.,In a voice that was suddenly more agitated than usual, he asked, "I called you dozens of times today. Why didn't you answer any of them",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.。