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.”

of her mouth, “How can I lie down when

Jing’s hand, his brow knit tight, seemingly weighing some matter of national

minute of silence, Zhan

Jing stretched out her hand

lie down

about to hit the mattress, with quick eyes and swift legs, he hooked Qiao Jing’s leg at the last moment, pulling and dragging

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

“Hiss—”

“Hmm—”

onto

top of Zhan Qipei, her forehead having

long noticed that the man’s chest was

it was as if his arms were filled with cotton, so soft that he couldn’t resist the

What was he doing?!

Jing felt his wandering hands, she

commanded, looking

she was his to do with as he pleased—

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

Jing harbored these thoughts, the man began to make

Here we go again!

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

blame me if

lay motionless on the bed, eyes closed, apparently

the stale air, relieved he

he turned over; her hands were caught, her legs were grabbed, she kicked, but her feet were clamped

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

wrist, Qiao Jing couldn’t help but note that

do you want to do?” Qiao Jing frowned,