For the past half month, since returning from a business trip to Sydney, he had sent him his flight and arrival time. Now, it has been a full ten hours delayed from the original landing time.,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.,The living room has been swept clean by Meng Qiong, leaving only two black garbage bags piled up in the entryway.。