Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 396 - 385 Zhan Qipei Deliberately Shows Off
Chapter 396: Chapter 385 Zhan Qipei Deliberately Shows Off
Chapter 396 -385 Zhan Qipei Deliberately Shows Off
Chapter 385
Zhan Qipei was not at all bothered by Qiao Jing calling him shameless; on the contrary, he was quite pleased.
He straightened up from the sofa.
“What’s the use of having shame? Can it get me a wife?”
If he had been concerned about having shame from the beginning, he probably wouldn’t have been able to coax Qiao Jing back.
He knew his wife preferred a gentler approach over a forceful one; being tough would only drive her away, so he chose a combination of both soft and hard tactics.
Qiao Jing ignored Zhan Qipei and prepared to return to her room.
“Take it off or not, up to you; I’m not bothered.”
Later on, if this scoundrel had a sore back, he’d better not come crying to her.
She had already thought of a way to help Zhan Qipei. Now, if this scoundrel was unwilling to strip for a massage, then he couldn’t blame her for not offering one.
She picked up the essential oil from the table, and as she was about to turn around, the man’s voice, tinged with resignation, rang out.
“Don’t go, I’ll take it off.”
He couldn’t miss this opportunity to have Qiao Jing massage him, after all, he might not be this lucky next time.
Qiao Jing stood aside, staring directly at Zhan Qipei, waiting for him to undress.
She watched as the man’s slender hands moved to his collar.
Zhan Qipei’s eyebrows slightly raised, his lips curved upwards, and a faint gleam flashed in his eyes.
He deliberately slowed down the pace of unbuttoning, teasingly undoing each button one by one.
As he opened the first button, he lifted his gaze towards Qiao Jing.
A trace of puzzlement was written on Qiao Jing’s cool face.
“Why are you looking at me?”
She just hoped Zhan Qipei would let her finish the massage quickly so she could go to wash up and sleep.
Zhan Qipei withdrew his gaze, his smile becoming somewhat enigmatic, and he undid the second button.
After the second button was undone, his shirt collar was slightly open, revealing the well-defined clavicle and the sleek lines that faintly showed beneath his white shirt.
The air seemed to be thick with the masculine pheromones that belonged exclusively to Zhan Qipei.
Qiao Jing suddenly felt that she should perhaps excuse herself out of propriety, but then, she thought it was unnecessary.
It was just the act of removing a shirt. If she made a special effort to avoid looking, it might seem too deliberate.
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Zhan Qipei continued unbuttoning, but as he opened the fourth button, he stopped his movements.
This forced Qiao Jing to take in the sight of the man’s firm chest and the expansive stretch of skin.
Her mind was suddenly filled with confusion. As a doctor, she had seen countless bodies of both men and women.
Yet, each time, her heart remained undisturbed.
To her, the bodies of patients were no different; she had long grown accustomed to them.
But just now, watching Zhan Qipei unbutton his shirt, button by button, and seeing his collarbone, she actually contemplated propriety.
Even more so, upon glimpsing the expanse of chest that Zhan Qipei revealed, she felt the urge to look away.
Zhan Qipei was casually leaning against the back of the sofa, his slender fingers hooked on the next button, slowly undoing it.
The act of unbuttoning, which is normally the most mundane, somehow gave off a sense of abstinence when it was Zhan Qipei doing it.
Qiao Jing stared intently at the man, unsure of how to react for a moment.
Two voices waged war in her mind. One told her it was normal, no need to turn away, while the other reminded her this was Zhan Qipei, not like other people; she should avoid it.
This left her increasingly perplexed.
In her mind, what made Zhan Qipei different from anyone else?
Before she could come to a conclusion, she saw the man’s upturned lips.
The smile he now revealed, when placed on his face, carried a sense of abstinence yet was tinged with a hint of sexiness.
Buttons that would normally take less than ten seconds to undo were deliberately drawn out by him for well over a minute.
Zhan Qipei, after unbuttoning his shirt, carelessly placed it aside and lay back down on the sofa. His thin lips parted slightly.
“Alright, you can start the massage now.”
Qiao Jing snapped back to reality, putting aside her previous thoughts, and walked over to the sofa.
She poured the essential oil into her hands and, after evenly coating her palms, pressed them firmly against the man’s broad back.
She pressed down on several spots, distributing more of the essential oil over various acupoints.
Zhan Qipei couldn’t see Qiao Jing’s face, but the coolness of the woman’s fingertips contrasted against the warmth of his skin provided a distinct sensation.
Although he had felt something when she massaged him over clothing previously, the touch was not as intense as it was at this moment.
The woman’s soft palms continued to massage his back, evenly spreading the essential oil. Qiao Jing occasionally adjusted her pressure on the acupoints.
At this moment, he couldn’t care less about the sour pain on his waist that was gradually subsiding. What he cared about was the woman’s soft hands moving across his back.
His dark pupils slowly filled with an indecipherable emotion, a flame burning fiercely within him, wanting to spread from his limbs.
He forcefully suppressed the restlessness in his heart, yet he could not quell the heat in his body.
Qiao Jing felt the temperature in her palms rise progressively. She was well aware this wasn’t her own warmth.
She looked puzzled and lifted her hands, then, placing them back onto the man’s skin, she found it had indeed become quite warm.
It was indeed coming from Zhan Qipei.
She guessed the scoundrel was probably thinking something messy in his head.
However, she couldn’t care less about what he was thinking. After all, Zhan Qipei’s overthinking was his self-inflicted torture.
He deserved it!
Zhan Qipei, unable to suppress the agitation in his body, furrowed his brows.
Fortunately, he was lying with his back to Qiao Jing, so the woman wouldn’t notice his abnormal state.
However, his wife had passed the danger period, so if he forcibly…
Just as Zhan Qipei felt he was about to lose control, the ringtone of a mobile phone rang out.
It was Qiao Jing’s phone.
Hearing the ringtone, Qiao Jing paused in her massage. She glanced at the caller ID, then at the essential oil on her hands.
“Can you answer for me? My hands are covered in oil. It’s inconvenient.”
Zhan Qipei grunted affirmatively and reached out to grab the phone from the table.
After seeing the name of the caller, his eyes darkened. He pressed the answer button and switched on the speakerphone.
Xu Moqian’s voice came through as soon as the call connected.
“Sister Jing, are you up for a late-night snack?”
Just as Qiao Jing was about to respond, Zhan Qipei’s voice preempted hers.
“Qiao Jing is busy. She’s giving me a massage,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of darkness flickering within them.
In the middle of the night, Xu Moqian actually wanted to invite his wife out?
Does he think I’m dead?!
Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Xu Moqian immediately jumped up as if ignited.
Explosively, he cursed,
“What the hell? Sister Jing is giving you a massage?”
Could Zhan Qipei be deceiving him?
Zhan Qipei set the phone aside.
“That’s right. She’s giving me a spa massage with essential oils, a full-body spa,” he emphasized deliberately on ‘full body.’
Xu Moqian’s voice suddenly rose, his eyes probably widening on the other end of the call.
“Sister Jing? What exactly is going on? Full body? Which kind of full body? It’s not what I’m thinking, is it—the type I’m thinking of?!”
