Shen Fengxi was very heavy, most of his weight was on his upper body, his hands clasped at his waist.,Meng Qiong's hand holding the photograph suddenly clenched, her last sliver of hope fading: "Why won't you answer the phone",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.。