"You’re spying on me?"
Qiao Jing hadn’t expected Zhan Qipei to suddenly open his eyes, and when she met his gaze, she was taken aback for a moment.
Her eyes wavered and then she faintly withdrew her gaze.
She had only looked over a few times—how could that count as spying?
But according to the personality of Zhan Qipei, that narcissistic man, he’d probably insist later that she had been spying on him.
Zhan Qipei hooked up the corner of his mouth and leaned in once more, casually brushing his thin lips against Qiao Jing’s earlobe.
"So who was spying on me just now?"
Qiao Jing felt her earlobe grazed by something warm and suddenly stiffened.
She glanced sideways at Zhan Qipei and only then realized just how close the man was to her, and that the warm thing was...
Qiao Jing wordlessly tugged at the corner of her mouth and pushed Zhan Qipei away with one hand.
"I wasn’t spying, just casually looking a few times."
She knew this narcissistic man would say that, so she couldn’t even be bothered to respond.
Zhan Qipei’s gaze fell on the girl’s slightly reddened earlobe, and the dark pools of his eyes deepened.
"Fine, if you say you weren’t spying, you weren’t spying."
His wife’s earlobes were red—didn’t that prove she was shy?
Thinking , his mood brightened even more, and he couldn’t help but lift the corners of his lips again.
Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Qipei’s smile and instantly understood that the man was doing it on purpose.
Her temples throbbed heavily twice, and she shifted to a position further away, putting some distance between herself and Zhan Qipei.
This man... so childish.
Zhan Qipei didn’t pursue her and glanced at the cellphone on the edge of the hot spring, realizing it was about time, and got out first.
He walked briskly to the chair and picked up the bathrobe he had brought for Qiao Jing.
"You can soak for three more minutes, but you need to get out when time’s up. I’ve checked, and pregnant women can’t soak in hot springs for too long."
Qiao Jing hummed in acknowledgement, closed her eyes again, and enjoyed the comfort the hot spring brought her.
After a while, the alarm Zhan Qipei had set went off.
Qiao Jing didn’t cling to the comfort the hot springs offered and got out.
Zhan Qipei had just turned off the alarm on his cellphone when he looked up and saw Qiao Jing emerging from the hot spring, like a beauty stepping out of her bath.
Her soft hair, after being drenched, hung wetly on her fair shoulders, dripping down, with crystal-clear droplets falling from the girl’s lovely chin onto her delicate collarbone before slowly sliding down.
Zhan Qipei found his gaze uncontrollably following the water droplets as they moved downward and then caught sight of Qiao Jing’s figure in the swimsuit that, soaked with water, clung even tighter to her body, perfectly outlining her exquisite curves.
He felt his throat dry up and his heart begin to race with a burning, hot desire.
Qiao Jing, who had been combing her hair, suddenly felt an intense gaze upon her.
When she looked up, her eyes met with Zhan Qipei’s dark ones.
She slightly narrowed her eyes and from the depths of the man’s gaze, she captured a hint of his hidden emotions.
"Zhan Qipei, the bathrobe."
Zhan Qipei then came back to his senses and hurried over to Qiao Jing, but as he did, he caught a tantalizing scent coming from her.
The dryness in his throat intensified, and the beast he had been trying to suppress inside him seemed like it was about to burst out of its cage, ready to give in to his most primal impulses.
Zhan Qipei’s breathing became heavier, and realizing the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control, he swiftly closed his eyes, barely managing to restrain himself.
He handed the bathrobe in his hand to Qiao Jing.
If he kept looking , something would definitely happen, and the strangeness on his body would undoubtedly be discovered by Qiao Jing.
If Qiao Jing found out, then the double room he had deliberately reserved for tonight would surely be for naught. In that case, she would definitely go book another room by herself, or find another place to stay.
However, he also felt somewhat fortunate that only he could see Qiao Jing .
Qiao Jing reached out to take the bathrobe Zhan Qipei handed over, quickly put it on, and then stepped out.
"Where is the key card for my room?"
Right now, not only did she not want to stay with Zhan Qipei, whose state was a bit odd, but she was also sleepy after soaking in the hot springs and wanted to go back to her room to sleep and rest.
Only after hearing Qiao Jing’s words did Zhan Qipei open his eyes. Seeing that the woman was wrapped up tight, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, there was an indescribable sense of regret at the bottom of his heart.
"They only had one last room left, don’t worry, it’s a double room."
He had purposely arranged for them to be in the same room, to make it convenient for him to climb into bed at night.
Qiao Jing paused, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed. After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke slowly.
"Okay, I’m going back to rest."
In such an unavoidable situation, she wouldn’t mind whether or not she was in the same room as Zhan Qipei.
Besides, a double room had two beds, so it’s not like she had to sleep with Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Qipei quickly put on his bathrobe and followed behind Qiao Jing.
As he reached out to open the door, he didn’t notice his own fingers accidentally hooked the belt of Qiao Jing’s bathrobe.
Just as he was about to open the door, Qiao Jing saw the bathrobe belt hooked by Zhan Qipei and furrowed her brows.
But it was already too late for her to speak out at this moment; as Zhan Qipei opened the door, her bathrobe belt was pulled down.
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes in speechlessness and reminded him.
"Zhan Qipei, your hand."
Fortunately, it was just the bathrobe that had come loose, and she could just re-tie it.
Hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei turned his head and, upon seeing the woman’s bathrobe come loose, his dark eyes flickered and he quickly closed the room door.
"Sorry, I didn’t pay attention just now. Let me help you tie it," he said, about to tie the belt of the bathrobe, moving even faster than Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing pursed her red lips and stepped aside to avoid Zhan Qipei’s hands.
"I can do it myself."
She straightened her bathrobe, intending to re-tie the belt when she suddenly felt something odd with her swimsuit on her body.
A strap of the swimsuit tied behind her seemed to be coming loose?!
Just as she was thinking this, the strap of the swimsuit around her neck actually came untied!
What was critical was that the upper part of her swimsuit relied on that now-loose strap for Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories. With the strap undone, the swimsuit on her body was beginning to fall.
Qiao Jing slightly widened her eyes, about to reach out and hold onto the falling swimsuit when a large hand reached in front of her, firmly pressing down her swimsuit.
She looked up at Zhan Qipei with surprise; his movements were even faster than hers?
Regardless of the speed, the problem was Zhan Qipei’s hand was placed where it shouldn’t be, even though he intended to help.
"You can let go now."
Perhaps it was because she hadn’t tightened the swimsuit strap. Some movements in the hot spring had been rather large, accidentally loosening it.
Moreover, her bathrobe had been inadvertently pulled off. While putting it back on, she might have tugged at the swimsuit strap, causing it to come undone now.
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