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Even Meng Qiong didn't want to say anything harsh.,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 Qing lowered her head to glance at her watch and, not wanting to argue with him, simply said: "If we keep this up, I'm not sure if my driving skills can get me to the daycare center in fifteen minutes."。