Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

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“How can you—”

The reproach stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

Qipei looked at Qiao Jing nestled in his arms, her face flushed, breathing weak and labored, the extent of her frailty tugging at his heartstrings indescribably.

At this moment, Qiao Jing was in a semi-conscious state, her mouth slightly agape, warm breath spraying out with each exhale.

Qipei carried Qiao Jing into the room, laid her gently on the bed, and reached out to touch her forehead.

So hot!

She must have caught a fever from getting drenched in the rain earlier that day.

After covering Qiao Jing with a blanket, Qipei ran outside with an umbrella to buy medicine.

When Qipei returned, Qiao Jing’s temperature had risen even higher.

“Time for medicine.” Qipei brought over some water, but Qiao Jing showed no sign of waking up.

“Qiao Jing, take your medicine,” Qipei called out again.

Qiao Jing slowly opened her eyes, squinting, her consciousness fully consumed by the fever, instinctually responding to her name being called.

Qipei’s gaze fixed on Qiao Jing, her eyes unfocused and without a direct stare, guessing she was in a daze.

With no other choice, Qipei set the hot water and medicine on the bedside table, sat at the edge of the bed, propped Qiao Jing up against himself, and then brought the medicine to her lips.

“Time for medicine.”

Upon hearing the command, Qiao Jing instinctively opened her mouth and moved closer to the palm of the man.

The moment her lips touched his palm, Qipei felt as though an electric current had shot through him, causing his normally stoic face to betray a sense of bewilderment and confusion…

It was the same last time when Qiao Jing had unintentionally kissed him; not only did he not dislike it, but he quite enjoyed it.

Had he taken the wrong medicine? Why was he experiencing such a subtle sensation from Qiao Jing’s touch?

After all, this feeling he had only felt towards one person before, the girl who had performed surgery on him.

The reason he couldn’t forget about that girl was because her touch had sparked something unique in him, making him irresistibly infatuated.

As these thoughts swirled in his head, Qipei’s gaze suddenly landed on Qiao Jing’s palm-sized face, and once again, the speculation that frequented his mind arose.

It was very possible that Qiao Jing was the girl who had saved him…

Amidst the complex feelings in Qipei’s heart, the girl wrapped in the blankets shrank further inside.

Was she still cold?

Qipei reached out and pulled the blanket up around Qiao Jing’s neck.

“Hmm…” When Qiao Jing felt the chill from the man’s hand, she let out an involuntary moan.

Qipei first paused, then withdrew his hand.

But no sooner had his hand left Qiao Jing’s face than she suddenly grabbed it.

Using his hand as an ice bag, Qiao Jing pressed it against her face for a “cold compress,” feeling much more comfortable.

Qipei sat by the bed just like that, letting Qiao Jing hold his hand, his half-lowered eyes filled with complex thoughts.

After a good half hour had passed, Qipei, still in his original pose, felt numbness in half of his body. He moved his arm, trying to pull it from Qiao Jing’s grasp.

He managed to free his hand, but the next second, Qiao Jing, with her eyes still closed, furrowed her brow in displeasure, suddenly pulling on Qipei’s arm and dragging him onto the bed.

Comparatively cooler than her feverish body, she instinctively hugged him.

It felt very cool, very comfortable.

Instantly, Qipei’s face darkened. If Qiao Jing really was that girl, it would be one thing, but he was only slightly suspicious, and it most likely wasn’t very possible, which made it somewhat unacceptable for him.

Therefore, until things were clarified, he had to remain chaste for the sake of that girl.

Qipei pushed Qiao Jing, intending to get up, but she changed from hugging to coiling around him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, rendering him immobile.

Despite that, he had to get up.

“Mom…” The murmured sound of her dream talk, carrying an undisguised sadness, poured out of Qiao Jing’s mouth.

Qipei halted his movement, turned to look at Qiao Jing, and caught sight of a tear sliding down from the corner of her eye.

This sight gripped Qipei’s heart painfully, compelling him to lift his hand and gently wipe away the tear from her face.

Never mind, let her hug him for a while…

She was quite pitiful, after all.

The night passed, and the weather cleared after the rain.

As dawn began to break, Qiao Jing awoke.

The moment she woke up, she saw Qipei lying beside her and reflexively kicked out.

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