She blushed and went to untie his tie, then his shirt.,Shen Fengxi's drunkeness had dissipated, and he finally let go. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt.,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.。