author:<milk dipped in s
state:serializing
brief introduction:
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.,Shen Fengxi walked out after finishing his shower, changing into a relaxed high-necked black shirt. Water still dripped from his black hair at the temples, which he swept up with one hand, revealing only the sharp outline and angles of his face.,As Shen Fengxi was about to leave, his eyes suddenly caught sight of something on the coffee table. He casually asked, "What's that on the table"。