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.,Meng Qiong single-handedly carried the two garbage bags, pushed open the door and walked out.。