Mr. Shen, overdue an

The plane returning from Sydney encountered severe turbulence, narrowly avoiding disaster.,The glass shattered, and there were shards of glass everywhere.,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.。