This time, Qiao Jing had to take a few steps back, and a chill gradually spread between her brows and eyes.
"Wu Xirui, I say it for the last time, get out."
There was an undeniable strength in her cold voice, and her phoenix eyes stared coldly at Wu Xirui.
Wu Xirui was shocked by the aura exuding from Qiao Jing. This was the first time he saw Qiao Jing look angry.
Instead of being afraid, he became even more excited, with a sickly look in his peach blossom eyes.
"Are you really going to fight me? In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing you fight me."
He took a few steps forward again, and when he was about to reach Qiao Jing, the door to the lounge opened again.
A slender figure walked in quickly, quickly arrived in front of Qiao Jing, and grabbed Wu Xirui's hand.
Zhan Qi Pei's face was gloomy and terrifying, like a demon that had just crawled out of the abyss of hell, exuding a terrifying aura, and the strong sense of oppression almost made the surrounding space distorted.
He grabbed Wu Xirui's hand and gradually tightened it, as if he wanted to crush the opponent's bones.
Wu Xirui frowned and wanted to pull his hand out, but the opponent's strength prevented him from breaking free.
The smile on his face faded, and he dislocated his hand without hesitation. After successfully breaking free from Zhan Qi Pei's hand, he took his hand back expressionlessly.
"Oh? Why are you here?"
Zhan Qipei put his coat on Qiao Jing, looked at Wu Xirui with eyes as cold as frost, and his body was filled with a cold aura.
"Shut your mouth and get out."
When he noticed Wu Xirui's figure disappearing from the banquet, he had an uneasy premonition in his heart.
So he didn't hesitate to abandon the partner who was still talking and started looking for the person he longed for.
During this period, he also met Lou Xinrou, but he didn't give her another look and went to every lounge to look at her.
In front of the last closed lounge door, he quickly opened the door, and the scene inside made his heart suddenly riot.
Wu Xirui shook his hand and raised his eyebrows, "The rest room is public, what qualifications do you have to let me out?"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Qiao Jing raised his eyes and looked at Wu Xirui, his eyes were cold and biting.
"Wu Xirui, I gave you one last chance. From now on -"
Wu Xirui knew what Qiao Jing was going to say next, so he interrupted her in advance.
"Okay, I'll go out now. Don't say anything and don't come to you. Only you can cure my disease."
When Qiao Jing stopped looking at him, he did not forget to cast an ambiguous look at Qiao Jing, letting Zhan Qi Pei have a full view.
Wu Xirui immediately left the lounge.
The air pressure in the lounge eased, and Zhan Qipei's gloomy face turned back to its usual softness the moment he looked at Qiao Jing.
"Something wrong with the clothes?"
The coat Qiao Jing was wearing was full of manly scent, wrapping her in it. After hearing Zhan Qi Pei's question, she was stunned.
She thought Zhan Qipei would ask questions like why Wu Xirui was with her, but after hearing the man's question, which only related to her, the chill in her brows immediately dissipated before she could put it away.
.
"Well, the zipper is broken."
She paused, and although Zhan Qipei didn't ask, she still explained Wu Xirui's matter.
"This is a common room. I didn't lock the door. My clothes got damaged quite suddenly. Wuxi..."
Qiao Jing swallowed what she didn't finish when she met Zhan Qi Pei's trusting eyes.
I don't know since when, they no longer rely on words to gain each other's trust.
Zhan Qipei asked Qiao Jing to turn around and put his coat aside.
The woman's smooth and delicate skin was exposed to the air, and her butterfly bones had beautiful curves, glowing with an alluring luster under the warm yellow light.
This made Zhan Qi Pei a little distraught, especially because the woman's body exuded a faint fragrance, which was as addictive as a poppy and brought back memories of that night.
Qiao Jing's voice suddenly came over.
"Is the zipper still closed?"
Zhan Qipei came to his senses, hummed quickly, suppressed the heat in his heart, and stretched out his hand to help Qiao Jing zipper.
The thread around the zipper broke inexplicably, causing the zipper to slide all the way down, but fortunately the zipper was not broken.
"The zipper is not broken. You can zip it up. Let me help you."
Qiao Jing hesitated for a while. It was not convenient for her to pull the zipper by herself, and besides Zhan Qi Pei, there seemed to be no one else at the banquet who could help her.
"good."
Zhan Qi Pei then took Qiao Jing's zipper and began to try to pull it up.
Suddenly, she felt a numbness, and the man's calloused fingertips brushed against her back from time to time.
Although the other person touched her accidentally, there was a burning feeling on her back, and the temperature of the skin touched by her fingertips seemed to be gradually rising.
Although her back was to Zhan Qi Pei, the presence of the man's hand was so strong that she couldn't ignore it.
Qiao Jing's temples jumped suddenly and she asked.
"Ok?"
Zhan Qipei raised his long eyebrows. The zipper got stuck one after another. He had to pull the zipper down repeatedly and try to pull it up again.
"No, the zipper is a little stuck."
While the man was moving, Qiao Jing felt the numbness on her back getting stronger and stronger, and couldn't help but urge him.
"faster."
Zhan Qi Pei was also a little anxious. He put his other big hand on Qiao Jing's exposed shoulder and brought his face closer to the woman's back.
The faint fragrance of Qiao Jing's body filled his entire nasal cavity. His Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, and his mouth and tongue felt a little dry. He forced himself to break away from this state and continued to try to unzip.
Little did he know that the constant warmth coming from his palms and his warm breath on his back made Qiao Jing's brows frown even tighter.
"your hands--"
"alright."
Zhan Qi Pei pulled the zipper up again, this time it reached the top smoothly.
After the man leaning on his back left, Qiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and then the familiar scent of the man came again.
Zhan Qipei put his coat on Qiao Jing again, and even buttoned it up, covering her up tightly.
"Although the zipper is zipped up, it still prevents it from collapsing again, so it's better to wear a jacket."
Qiao Jing sighed, didn't care, and prepared to leave the lounge with Zhan Qi Pei.
She just took steps, but because she had been standing for a long time, her legs were a little numb. When she walked forward, she staggered and fell uncontrollably towards Zhan Qi Pei.
A thump.
The two of them fell to the ground, and Zhan Qi Pei made a dull sound when his back came into contact with the ground.
Qiao Jing lay on Zhan Qi Pei's chest and heard the man's strong and strong heartbeat, which was gradually accelerating.
She was worried that she would crush him, so she put her hands on the man's body and tried to stand up, but Zhan Qi Pei suddenly heard a muffled groan.