Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 383 - 372: Zhan Qipei, Take Your Hands Off!

Chapter 383 -372: Zhan Qipei, Take Your Hands Off!

Qiao Jing’s eyes faltered when she saw the man’s wound.

The wound that was almost healed had burst open again, turning whitish after being soaked.

She furrowed her brows tightly and took out some iodine to start disinfecting the man’s wound.

During the process, her brow was chilly and her face was solemn.

After disinfecting the wound, she applied some ointment, and then wrapped it with a bandage.

Having done all this, Qiao Jing stood up and earnestly instructed the man.

“The wound has burst open again, you can’t touch water or eat spicy foods until it heals,” she told him.

Just as the wound was nearly healed, her man had jumped into the pool to save her.

This man really was…

However, she had already treated the wound; it should not get infected and cause a fever again.

Qiao Jing put the medicine back, and as it was getting late and she was feeling sleepy, her eyelids began to feel heavy.

She couldn’t help yawning and made sure the man put his bathrobe back on before she went back to her room to sleep.

In her semi-conscious state, Qiao Jing suddenly felt something like a “furnace” beside her.

In the cold winter, the heat from the “furnace” felt incredibly comfortable, and she subconsciously moved closer to it.

Her hand unconsciously rested on the “furnace,” but it suddenly moved and emitted a groan.

“Mmm—”

Upon hearing this sound, Qiao Jing instantly became somewhat more alert and slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

She then saw the man’s handsome face close at hand.

It startled her for a moment.

A few seconds later, Qiao Jing recovered and fixed her gaze on the man’s face.

His brows were so furrowed they could almost kill a fly, his lips tightly pursed, his complexion somewhat pale.

She blinked her eyes, realizing her hand was resting on the man’s firm chest.

But these were not the point; the temperature of the man’s body made her sit up quickly.

Zhan Qipei’s fever last time had been the same, his whole body almost smoking hot.

Qiao Jing reached out and placed her hand on Zhan Qipei’s forehead.

Sure enough, the scorching heat in her palm proved that Zhan Qipei had a fever again.

She guessed it was due to the recent infection in the wound.

But although she had already disinfected and reapplied medication to the wound, the fact that he still had a fever was truly an unfortunate setback.

She guessed that the man had not been in good health lately, having not fully recovered, and had jumped into the pool for her the day before.

Thinking this, Qiao Jing let out a helpless sigh, walked to the living room to find the medicine box, prepared the fever-reducing medicine, and carried it back to the room.

When she saw Zhan Qipei lying in her bed asleep, she paused, a question dawning in her mind.

Why had this jerk run from his room to hers?

But at this point, she couldn’t dwell on it much longer; if he didn’t take his medicine soon, Zhan Qipei might become delirious from the fever.

Qiao Jing quickly walked to the bedside and pulled him up.

“Zhan Qipei, you have a fever, get up and take your medicine,” she said.

Zhan Qipei frowned slightly, and upon hearing Qiao Jing’s voice, he slowly opened his eyes.

His dark eyes carried a trace of haziness, deeply gazing at her.

He had come to Qiao Jing’s room after his fever spiked; he didn’t want to take medicine, he just wanted to be with his wife.

He glanced at the cup in Qiao Jing’s hand and pursed his lips.

He had been strong since childhood, rarely sick, and could count on one hand the number of times he had a cold, with fevers almost exclusively in his toddler years.

Yet since he had met Qiao Jing, he had had several fevers.

Was it fate’s design to spare him as a child only to concentrate his illnesses now, so that his woman could take care of him?

Looking at the current situation, that seemed very likely.

Qiao Jing saw that the man was staring at her and didn’t even glance at the medicine in her hand, causing her to frown.

“Can staring at me reduce your fever?” she asked.

She handed the cup to Zhan Qipei, sat by the bed, and, to ensure he would take his medicine, kept her eyes fixed on him.

Being pregnant made her more sleepy, and waking up halfway through sleep was especially taxing; she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

She hurried him to finish his medicine so she could go back to sleep.

Just as Qiao Jing was thinking this, Zhan Qipei placed the cup on the bedside table and pulled Qiao Jing to his side, making the woman lie down.

Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, blinked, and forced herself to become somewhat more alert, pushing the man with her hand.

“What are you doing? Take your medicine.”

If this jerk doesn’t take his medicine, how can his fever go down?

Zhan Qipei didn’t answer, his burning palm touched Qiao Jing’s neck and he deliberately pinched the woman’s earlobe with his fingertips.

“Let me kiss you.”

He was a bit delirious from the fever now and needed to kiss his wife to feel better.

The earlobe rubbed by his calloused fingertips made her instantly alert, and her toes uncontrollably curled.

The temperature of the man’s fingers was as high as his, and at the moment her earlobe seemed almost scorched.

She pushed him with her hand.

Zhan Qipei immediately let out a muffled groan on purpose.

“Mmm—”

Qiao Jing’s movements stiffened, furrowing her brows as she looked up at him.

Had she pushed too hard?

Zhan Qipei’s fingertips still lingered near Qiao Jing’s earlobe, taking advantage of her stunned moment to pinch it excessively again.

He lay on top of Qiao Jing, avoiding her stomach, resting his head on her shoulder, his dark eyes deepening, his tone stubborn.

“Just let me kiss you.”

Qiao Jing’s chest heaved once, and she pushed him off directly, her lips twitching slightly, somewhat speechless.

“No, get off.”

She wasn’t going to step back just because this jerk was running a fever.

Zhan Qipei was pushed off but pressed against Qiao Jing again the next second.

After pinching Qiao Jing’s earlobe a few times, he realized that even her earlobe seemed off limits.

He deliberately pinched it again, his fiery breath spraying on her neck.

Qiao Jing couldn’t help but shiver, her eyes and eyebrows carrying a hint of annoyance, unaware of it.

“Zhan Qipei! Take your hands off and go take your medicine.”

Zhan Qipei kept staring at the slightly reddened earlobe of the woman, his dark eyes growing even deeper, a vaguely understandable emotion flashing through his eyes.

He admired Qiao Jing’s slightly annoyed expression, hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a captivating smile.

His deep, magnetic voice sounded as if it carried a bewitching charm.

“Let me kiss you, and then I’ll take the medicine.”

Qiao Jing felt her temples abruptly pulsing.

She placed her hand against the man’s firm chest, trying to push him away.

“Take it or leave it.”

She didn’t want to deal with this jerk, or else she might end up having him hold her and nibble and bite her again.

Zhan Qipei lay motionless on top of her, gazing softly at the woman’s face.

“Then I’ll have an even worse fever tomorrow.”

Qiao Jing became even more speechless, rolling her eyes.

“It’s your own fault for not taking the medicine, it’s not my problem.”

Zhan Qipei said nothing, placing his burning forehead against her shoulder, letting her feel the temperature of his forehead.

The two remained in a stalemate for several minutes, Zhan Qipei still showing no intention of getting up.

He seemed fully prepared to maintain this posture and sleep through the night.

Qiao Jing felt the continuous heat from her shoulder and pursed her lips.

After a moment, her chest rose and fell heavily, and she slowly exhaled.

If she didn’t do something, given Zhan Qipei’s stubbornness, he might indeed refuse to take his medicine and just be stubborn with her all night.

Fine, considering the man was sick, she would endure!

Qiao Jing gritted her teeth as she spoke.

“Fine, a kiss then—”

Before she could finish speaking, the man’s thin lips pressed against hers immediately.

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After a few seconds, she felt her lips gradually starting to tingle.