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 I lie

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

of silence, Zhan Qipei finally released Qiao Jing’s

Jing stretched out her hand and forcefully pushed the man’s

lie 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 dragging her

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

“Hiss—”

“Hmm—”

onto the

of Zhan Qipei, her forehead having

noticed that the man’s chest was

filled with cotton, so soft that he couldn’t resist the urge

What was he doing?!

his wandering hands, she

Qipei commanded,

his arms, she was his to do with

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 he sobered up that his drinking habits were the truly

Jing harbored these thoughts, the man began to

Here we go again!

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

me if you

motionless on the bed,

Qiao Jing exhaled the stale air, relieved he

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

clasped by his single hand above her head,

Jing couldn’t help but note that the man’s

Qiao Jing frowned, annoyance flickering in