Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 87 - 81 Zhan Qipei's Revenge on Qiao Jing

Chapter 87: Chapter 81 Zhan Qipei’s Revenge on Qiao Jing

“Whoosh—” Qiao Jing felt her ears turn red.

It was only because Zhan Qipei was drunk that she resisted the urge to punch him hard.

Just as Qiao Jing had those thoughts, the man finished and didn’t leave. He glanced towards Qiao Jing before finally exiting and even closed the door behind him.

Qiao Jing “…”

Qiao Jing’s forehead twitched uncontrollably a few times.

Taking a deep breath, don’t be angry, don’t be angry.

After he finished, Qiao Jing opened the door, and as soon as she stepped out of the restroom, her wrist was again seized by the man.

Her eyes widened as she looked at Zhan Qipei’s hand.

She remembered— he hadn’t washed his hands!

“What, what are you doing here?” Qiao Jing managed to say, nearly speechless.

“Waiting for you,” said Qipei, as he pulled her towards his room.

And indeed, although the man was quite drunk, his strength was evidently not diminished, as he dragged her into the room in mere moments.

With one hand holding Qiao Jing and the other pulling back the blanket, Qipei said, “Lie down.”

Hmm? Qiao Jing’s pupils dilated as she sized the man up and down.

Seeing Qiao Jing not moving, Zhan Qipei frowned unhappily.

“Hurry and lie down.”

Qiao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth, “How can I lie down when you’re holding onto me?”

Zhan Qipei, his eyes bleary, stared at Qiao Jing’s hand, his brow knit tight, seemingly weighing some matter of national importance.

After a whole minute of silence, Zhan Qipei finally released Qiao Jing’s hand.

Now free, Qiao Jing stretched out her hand and forcefully pushed the man’s shoulders.

“You lie down by yourself!”

Zhan Qipei stumbled towards the bed and just as his buttocks were about to hit the mattress, with quick eyes and swift legs, he hooked Qiao Jing’s leg at the last moment, pulling and dragging her down sharply.

Qiao Jing hadn’t expected Zhan Qipei to suddenly do this, and unprepared, her body lost balance and she tumbled onto him.

“Hiss—”

“Hmm—”

They fell onto the bed.

Qiao Jing lay on top of Zhan Qipei, her forehead having knocked against his chest.

She had long noticed that the man’s chest was as hard and firm as a rock.

Zhan Qipei felt differently, though; to him, it was as if his arms were filled with cotton, so soft that he couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze and alter its shape.

What was he doing?!

As soon as Qiao Jing felt his wandering hands, she immediately got up from him.

“Don’t move!” Zhan Qipei commanded, looking at Qiao Jing.

Once in his arms, she was his to do with as he pleased— no escape allowed.

Rolling her eyes at Zhan Qipei, Qiao Jing remembered him saying how her drinking habits were questionable, how last time she ended up hogging his bed while drunk. Seeing him like this, she decided to inform him once he sobered up that his drinking habits were the truly problematic ones.

As Qiao Jing harbored these thoughts, the man began to make movements again.

Here we go again!

Unable to bear it any longer, Qiao Jing grabbed the man’s arm, flipped him over, and pinned it behind his back.

“Keep moving, and don’t blame me if you get pricked with a needle!”

A minute passed, and the man lay motionless on the bed, eyes closed, apparently asleep.

“Phew—” Qiao Jing exhaled the stale air, relieved he was asleep.

Just as she thought this and was about to get up, she was suddenly pinned under him as he turned over; her hands were caught, her legs were grabbed, she kicked, but her feet were clamped between his, tightly held.

At that moment, Qiao Jing’s hands were effortlessly clasped by his single hand above her head, rendering her unable to move.

Feeling the tight grip on her wrist, Qiao Jing couldn’t help but note that the man’s hands were truly large, giving her a potent sense of masculine pheromones.

“What exactly do you want to do?” Qiao Jing frowned, annoyance flickering in her eyes.

Zhan Qipei’s lips curved up, the usual dignified air replaced by a bewitching, reckless charm.

His gaze shifted and landed on Qiao Jing.

“I’m a firm believer in tit-for-tat. Whatever you did to me back then, I intend to do the same to you now.”

What the heck!

Utterly ridiculous!

Qiao Jing genuinely felt that this was the most absurd night of her life.

What had she done to him in the past?

It was merely her making adjustments for a surgery, that’s all.

He said he would reciprocate?

How so?

Could it be…

As Qiao Jing contemplated what he might do to her next, her face instantly darkened.

After a brief pause, Qiao Jing’s eyes slightly narrowed, and her lips curled up.

“Come closer, I have something to tell you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhan Qipei halted his actions, lifted his gaze, and looked at the girl, captivated by her glance.

One couldn’t blame his weak resistance, for Qiao Jing’s eyes were of the sort that could enticingly hook a soul, the slight smiling curl at the corners suggesting they were little hooks capable of ensnaring one’s spirit instantly.

Zhan Qipei uncontrollably moved closer to Qiao Jing’s tender appearance, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.