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Even Meng Qiong didn't want to say anything harsh.,Meng Qiong rolled up her sleeves and, without a word, picked up the two people's wedding photo frame from the ground.,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.。