Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

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.”

mouth, “How can I lie down when

his eyes bleary, stared at Qiao Jing’s hand, his brow knit tight, seemingly weighing some matter of

minute of silence, Zhan Qipei finally

Qiao Jing stretched out her hand and forcefully

lie down by

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

suddenly do this, and unprepared, her body lost balance

“Hiss—”

“Hmm—”

fell onto the

top of Zhan Qipei, her forehead having knocked

the man’s chest was as

his arms were filled with cotton, so soft that he couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze and

What was he doing?!

Jing felt his wandering hands, she immediately

Zhan Qipei commanded,

in his arms, she was his to do with

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

harbored these thoughts, the man began

Here we go again!

Jing grabbed the man’s arm, flipped him over, and pinned it behind his

and don’t blame me if you get

man lay motionless on the bed, eyes

the stale air, relieved he

was about to get up, she was suddenly pinned under him as he turned over; her hands were caught, her

hands were effortlessly clasped by his single hand above her head, rendering her unable

the tight grip on her wrist, Qiao Jing couldn’t help but note that

exactly do you want to do?” Qiao Jing