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.”

her mouth, “How

hand, his brow knit

minute of silence, Zhan Qipei finally released Qiao

out her hand and forcefully pushed the

down

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

“Hiss—”

“Hmm—”

onto the

Jing lay on top of Zhan Qipei, her forehead having

noticed that the man’s chest was as hard and firm as

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

What was he doing?!

Jing felt his wandering hands, she immediately got

Zhan Qipei commanded,

was his to do with

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

the man began to make movements

Here we go again!

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

don’t blame me if you get pricked with a

the man lay motionless on the

Qiao Jing exhaled the stale air, relieved he

suddenly pinned under him as he turned over; her hands were caught, her legs were grabbed, she kicked, but her feet were clamped

his single hand above

couldn’t help but note that the man’s hands were truly large, giving her a

Qiao Jing