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.”

“How can

his eyes bleary, stared at Qiao Jing’s hand, his brow knit tight,

silence, Zhan

her

down

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

hadn’t expected Zhan Qipei to suddenly do this, and unprepared, her

“Hiss—”

“Hmm—”

fell onto

of Zhan Qipei, her

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 and

What was he doing?!

wandering hands, she

Qipei commanded, looking at

his to do

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

thoughts, the

Here we go again!

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

me if you get pricked with

man lay motionless on the bed, eyes

stale air,

pinned under him as he turned over;

that moment, Qiao Jing’s hands were effortlessly clasped by his single hand above her head, rendering her

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

do?” Qiao Jing