author:<milk dipped in s
state:serializing
brief introduction:
The whole person leaned against the corner of the sofa with a blank expression. He bit on half a cigarette that was almost burned out, and beside him lay a child. The two seemed very close.,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 didn't speak, just about to push open the door when a man stopped her with one hand, blocking her path.。