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Meng Qiong's hand holding the photograph suddenly clenched, her last sliver of hope fading: "Why won't you answer the phone",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.。