Chapter 327: Chapter 317: Zhan Qipei Helps Qiao Jing Zip Up
This time, Qiao Jing had no choice but to take a few steps back, as coldness gradually crept into her brows and eyes.
“Wu Xirui, I’m telling you one last time, get out,” she said.
Her indifferent voice carried an assertiveness that brooked no arguments, her phoenix eyes coldly fixed on Wu Xirui.
Wu Xirui was shaken by the aura emanating from Qiao Jing; it was the first time he had seen her angry.
Far from being afraid, he was actually more excited, a pathological gleam flashing in his peach blossom eyes.
“Do you really want to fight me? In fact, I’m quite looking forward to seeing you try,” he said.
He took a few steps forward again, and just as he was about to reach Qiao Jing, the door of the resting room was flung open once more.
A tall figure strode in rapidly, quickly getting in front of Qiao Jing and grabbing Wu Xirui’s hand.
Zhan Qipei’s face was dark and terrifying, like a demon that had just crawled out of the depths of Hell, his whole body exuding a frightening presence that almost seemed to twist the surrounding space.
He gripped Wu Xirui’s hand tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to crush the other’s bones.
Wu Xirui frowned, trying to pull his hand away, but the strength of the grip made it impossible for him to break free.
The smile faded from his face, and without hesitation, he dislocated his own hand to escape Zhan Qipei’s grasp and then emotionlessly popped it back into place.
“Oh? Why did you come here?” he asked.
Zhan Qipei draped his coat over Qiao Jing and looked toward Wu Xirui with eyes as cold as frost, his body still emanating a chill air.
“Shut your mouth and get out,” Zhan Qipei said.
He had felt a sense of unease in his heart when he noticed Wu Xirui’s figure had disappeared from the banquet.
So he had not hesitated to leave the partner he was conversing with and started searching for the person he was constantly thinking about.
He had even encountered Lou Xinrou along the way but had not given her a second glance, checking every rest room one by one.
In front of the last closed door, he quickly opened it, and the scene inside instantly set off a storm of emotions in him.
Wu Xirui shook his hand and arched an eyebrow, “The resting room is for public use; what right do you have to tell me to leave?”
As it looked like the two were about to start arguing again, Qiao Jing lifted her eyes to look at Wu Xirui, her gaze cold and piercing.
“Wu Xirui, I gave you a last chance, in the future—”
Wu Xirui knew what Qiao Jing was about to say and cut her off prematurely.
“Fine, I’ll leave now. And don’t say anything about not seeking you out, you’re the only one who can cure my ailment,” he said.
When Qiao Jing wasn’t looking at him anymore, he didn’t forget to cast an ambiguous glance her way, which Zhan Qipei took in completely.
Consequently, Wu Xirui left the resting room.
The oppressive air in the resting room finally eased, and the somber expression on Zhan Qipei’s face softened into its usual gentleness the moment he turned to Qiao Jing.
“Is there a problem with your clothes?” he asked.
Qiao Jing, draped in the coat that was filled with a man’s scent, enveloping her, paused upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s question.
She had thought Zhan Qipei would ask why Wu Xirui was with her or something similar, but when she heard his question, which only concerned her, the coldness that had not yet faded from her eyes and brows quickly dissipated.
“Mhm, the zipper broke,” she replied.
She hesitated, and even though Zhan Qipei hadn’t asked, she still went ahead and explained the situation with Wu Xirui.
“This is a public resting room; I didn’t lock the door. The clothes broke suddenly, and Wu Xirui, he…”
Before Qiao Jing could finish, she swallowed her words upon looking into Zhan Qipei’s eyes, which were filled with trust.
Somehow, at some point, they had reached a relationship where they no longer relied solely on words to trust each other.
Zhan Qipei had Qiao Jing turn around and placed the coat aside.
The woman’s smooth and delicate skin was exposed to the air, with beautiful curves gracing her clavicle. Under the warm yellow light, it gleamed with an enticing luster.
This caused Zhan Qipei’s mind to run wild, especially given the faint fragrance emanating from the woman’s body. This scent was addictive like poppies, evoking memories of that night.
Qiao Jing’s voice suddenly came through.
“Can you still pull up the zipper?”
Zhan Qipei snapped back to reality, hurriedly responded with an “mm-hmm”, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and reached out to help Qiao Jing with her zipper.
The thread around the zipper had inexplicably broken, causing the zipper to slide to the bottom, but fortunately, it wasn’t damaged.
“The zipper’s not broken—it can be pulled up. Let me help you.”
Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment. It was inconvenient for her to pull the zipper up herself, and among the people at the banquet, nobody seemed available to help her other than Zhan Qipei.
Only then did Zhan Qipei start to grasp Qiao Jing’s zipper, attempting to pull it up.
Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation as the man’s fingers, rough with calluses, occasionally brushed against her back.
Even though the contact was accidental, her back felt scorching hot, as if the temperature of the skin where his fingertips touched was gradually rising.
Although she had her back turned to Zhan Qipei, the presence of his hands was dominant, making it impossible to ignore.
Qiao Jing felt an abrupt throb at her temple and asked.
Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows as the zipper caught at intervals. He had to pull it down repeatedly, trying again and again to pull it up.
“No, the zipper’s stuck a bit.”
During his movements, Qiao Jing felt the tingling sensation on her back intensify and couldn’t help but urge him.
Zhan Qipei, too, was growing impatient. His other large hand rested on Qiao Jing’s exposed shoulder, bringing his face even closer to her back.
Qiao Jing’s light scent filled his nostrils. His Adam’s apple bobbed twice, feeling dry in his mouth and throat, and he forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand, continuing to try to pull the zipper up.
But he was unaware that the steady warmth from his palm and the heat from his breath on her back only made Qiao Jing furrow her brows even tighter.
Zhan Qipei pulled the zipper up again, and this time it slid smoothly to the top.
As the man moved away from her back, Qiao Jing let out a sigh of relief, only to feel his familiar scent approach her again.
Zhan Qipei draped his coat over Qiao Jing once more, even fastening the buttons for her, wrapping her up snug and secure.
“Although the zipper is up, to prevent it from coming undone again, it’s better to keep the coat on.”
Qiao Jing hummed in agreement, not minding the precaution as she prepared to leave the rest room with Zhan Qipei.
No sooner had she taken a step than she staggered forward, her legs numb from standing for so long. She lost her balance and fell toward Zhan Qipei.
Both of them tumbled to the ground, and when Zhan Qipei’s back hit the floor, a dull sound echoed.
Qiao Jing, lying on Zhan Qipei’s chest, heard the man’s solid and strong heartbeat speeding up.
Worried about crushing him, she propped herself on his body, trying to stand up, but suddenly Zhan Qipei let out a muffled grunt.
Which made her freeze in her actions.