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She blushed and went to untie his tie, then his shirt.,Without getting a response, Shen Fengxi remained in that posture for half an hour. After a while, he finally spoke, "What time is it now",Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。