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 you’re holding onto

Qiao Jing’s hand, his brow knit tight, seemingly weighing some

of silence, Zhan

Jing stretched out her hand and forcefully pushed

lie down

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

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

“Hiss—”

“Hmm—”

onto

Zhan Qipei, her forehead

had long noticed that the man’s chest was as hard

felt differently, though; to him, it was as if his arms were filled with cotton, so

What was he doing?!

Qiao Jing felt his wandering hands, she immediately got up

Qipei commanded, looking at Qiao

she 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 once

Jing harbored these thoughts, the man began to make movements

Here we go again!

to bear it any longer, Qiao Jing grabbed the man’s

moving, and don’t blame me if you get pricked with

and the man lay motionless

Jing exhaled the stale air,

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

clasped by his single hand above her head, rendering

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

to do?” Qiao Jing frowned, annoyance