Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 775: Chapter 763: Even if I Die on You, I Will Savour It

Qiao Jing returned to the ward, just pushed the door open and stepped inside when her arm was seized by a distinctively boned large hand.

Suddenly, the hand pulled her forcefully, and she was dragged over by Zhan Qipei, pressed against the wall next to her, the room door shutting loudly behind her.

At that moment, Zhan Qipei was completely surrounded by intense joy, the smile on his face was the brightest ever in his life.

Seeing Zhan Qipei so happy, Qiao Jing knew instantly, the words she had just spoken to Wu Xirui, this man had heard every single word.

She raised her delicately painted eyebrows, feigning ignorance, "You heard what I just said?"

"Mm," Zhan Qipei nodded forcefully, his magnetic voice filled with a joyful smile, "I want to hear it again, can you say it again for me, please?" noveldrama

Qiao Jing hadn’t expected him to make such a request, and paused for a moment before playing dumb, "Say what?"

The words she had said earlier were entirely due to the situation at that time.

Now, to repeat those words in front of Zhan Qipei, she truly found it a bit difficult to articulate...

The large hand around Qiao Jing’s waist tightened slightly, persistent, "The words you just spoke to Wu Xirui, that you would always be mine in this lifetime, that you would live a good life with me."

Hearing Zhan Qipei repeating her words verbatim, Qiao Jing’s cheeks involuntarily heated up, quickly tinting with a flush of red.

She raised her hand, pushing Zhan Qipei slightly outwards, bashfully saying, "You already know, and remember so clearly, why do you still want me to say it!"

With her temperament, having to say such overflowing romantic words was indeed making things difficult for her!

However, Zhan Qipei had no intention of letting Qiao Jing off.

He lowered his head, burying it in the nape of Qiao Jing’s neck, his warm breath spraying on her fair skin, slowly saying, "It’s not the same, I just want to hear you say it again."

"Just once, I really want to hear it, please gratify me, okay, my wife, go on..."

In his nagging, Zhan Qipei’s tone carried a bit of coaxing and a touch of whining.

Of course, more than anything, it was an uncontrollable jubilation.

Qiao Jing, overwhelmed by his persistence, finally agreed to his request, "Alright, I’ll say it, is that okay now?"

Zhan Qipei’s face was unabashedly joyful, his deep eyes passionately fixed on Qiao Jing, whom he held tightly, eagerly awaiting her to speak.

"I, Qiao Jing, will only belong to Zhan Qipei in this lifetime."

"From now on, I will always stay with Zhan Qipei, lead a good life, and never part again."

Qiao Jing, despite her shyness, repeated the words once more.

Then, she paused, before continuing, "There was too much uncertainty before, making me unsure whether to fully accept you, not just because of you, but also because of my own reasons."

"I am a bit slow in matters of the heart, I never thought about whom I would fancy, nor did I know how to love someone."

Zhan Qipei looked deep into Qiao Jing’s eyes, silently listening to her pour out her heart, without interruption.

"Until a few days ago, when you unhesitatingly took that bullet for me, and when I saw you fall wounded, I realized, you had unknowingly become so important in my heart, so..."

At this point, Qiao Jing tilted her head up, meeting Zhan Qipei’s deep black eyes, word by word, "I think, I must have fallen in love with you."

Zhan Qipei paused for a moment, then his face quickly filled with a sweeping smile.

This was his first time hearing Qiao Jing speak so candidly.

She said, she had fallen in love with him!

This sentence was the most delightful he had ever heard in his life!!

Zhan Qipei grinned so wide he couldn’t close his mouth, his hand tightened slightly, and he lifted Qiao Jing into the air, excited to spin around on the spot.

Qiao Jing noticed his intention, thought of the injury on his leg, and quickly grabbed his arm, urging, "Don’t mess around, a big movement might tear open your wound."

The wound had only been stitched up a few days ago, and in the early stages of healing, it was very easy to reopen!

However, at this moment, Zhan Qipei, surrounded by immense happiness, didn’t care about these things at all.

Ignoring the risk that his wound might reopen, he still held Qiao Jing and spun a few circles in place, his voice full of laughter echoing around her ear.

"It’s alright, don’t worry, I am already fine."

Watching Zhan Qipei’s contented face, Qiao Jing found it both amusing and somewhat helpless.

She hadn’t expected that a few sentences of hers, confirming her feelings, would make this man so happy.

In his heart, she really did occupy a very, very important position...

Thinking of this, Qiao Jing’s face unconsciously wore a smile, and she spoke, "How could it be alright? Your injury needs at least half a month to fully recover."

"Really, it’s fine. If you don’t believe me, you can try it out."

After saying this, before Qiao Jing could react, Zhan Qipei carried her to a nearby hospital bed and leaned over her.

Lying on the bed, Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment, instantly understanding what Zhan Qipei meant by "try it out."

She struggled to stand up, but Zhan Qipei was one step ahead, with one arm around her waist and the other holding her head, he kissed her deeply.

"Mmm..."

Qiao Jing wanted to remind him to be careful with the injury on his leg, but her words came out incoherent.

The injury was caused by her, and though Zhan Qipei didn’t care, she couldn’t help but do so.

Otherwise, she would have already kicked him off the bed!

Zhan Qipei knew what Qiao Jing was trying to say, his lips barely moving on hers with a husky voice, "As long as you don’t resist, my wound won’t be affected."

Qiao Jing, speechless, rolled her eyes at him, and before she could voice out again, the fervent kiss surged once more.

The romantic scent rapidly fermented between the two of them.

Soon, Qiao Jing was kissed breathless, and Zhan Qipei timely reached over and pressed the switch by the bed.

The room’s lights went out.

In the dimness, Zhan Qipei held Qiao Jing tightly, and pulled a blanket over them...

The next day.

Qiao Jing sat by the bed, examining the injury on Zhan Qipei’s leg.

After inspecting it, she furrowed her brows and said somewhat irritably, "I told you not to mess around yesterday, but you wouldn’t listen, and now, the wound that had just healed has been torn open again."

"There’s a saying, ’Under the peony flower, even death is romantic.’

Zhan Qipei’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.

His eyes fixed intently on Qiao Jing, he slowly added another line, "Even if it means dying on you, I would savor it."