The Great God Lives Next Door: Strongly Doting on the Cute Wife

Chapter 64 Trial and Sentence
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury, there's really no need to come to the school infirmary." Watching Qian Jingyu carefully wet the cotton with disinfectant, Wang Yue said again.

"No, even if the wound is not handled properly, there will be inflammation and other problems." Qian Jingyu looked serious, but the movements of his hands were extremely gentle.

After a while, Qian Jingyu put a layer of gauze on the wound after disinfection: "Okay, normally, be careful not to let the wound flood, so as not to worsen the wound."

"Well, thank you." Unexpectedly, the gentle and refined Qian Jingyu would tie a bow.This contrast is inexplicably cute.

"Ouch!" After being knocked on the head, Wang Yue looked at Gu Ming slightly angrily: "I don't know where you can't knock on the head? What should I do if I become stupid?"

"It's just you? You can still be stupid, aren't you already stupid?" Gu Ming looked contemptuous: "Since I came back, I have been sitting there alone and giggling, aren't you stupid? Who said that nympho is a disease? Roll as far as you want, what is going on now!"

"No, there are different types of nymphos."

"Then what kind are you?" Bai Ya and the three asked together.

Wang Yue began to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "There are many types of nymphomaniacs. In summary, they can be divided into three types. One is the nympho who is obsessed with appearance, the other is the nympho who is obsessed with voice, and the other is the one who is mentally obsessed. The nympho, also known as..."

"Stop, do you think we will believe this kind of words? Are you right!" Bai Ya interrupted Wang Yue's words to continue talking nonsense, and asked Gu Ming and Yang Liu for their opinions.

The two nodded, and don't talk nonsense if you look at it, we both understand that the disease of nympho is not terrible.It's not shameful to admit it, and we didn't disturb each other's lives.

"..."

"Since you have nothing to say, now, close the door, turn off the lights, and light a candle."

"Why light candles in broad daylight?" Wang Yue wondered.

"Bang-tap-wow-"

Yang Liu and Gu Ming cooperated very well and locked up all the things that could see the light.

Even the router's flashlight has been flashing and turned off, forming a closed dark space.

"His-"

The lighter sounded, and a pale yellow light appeared in front of my eyes. The candle flame swayed due to the wind that penetrated through the crack in the door.

"Come here, escort the criminal Wang Yue to the front hall." The long ruler was slapped on the table, Bai Ya was wearing a black dress and sat on the chair with an extremely serious expression.

"Cha—" I don't know where Gu Ming and Yang Liu found the handcuffs, and they directly handcuffed Wang Yue's hands, pressing her to kneel on the futon that had already been arranged.

"The prisoner Wang Yue has been escorted up, please ask the adults."

"Prisoner Wang Yue, do you have something to lie to your roommate? Since you are a first-time offender, I will give you a chance to explain."

"..."

"Okay, since you don't take the initiative to explain, then you must tell the truth every time I ask a question."

"First question, what is your relationship with Professor Qian, that is, Qian Jingyu?"

"It's the normal teacher-student relationship you see."

"Second question, have you ever had close contact, such as hugs?"

close contact! ?
Wang Yue remembered the moment when he hugged her when she almost fell to the ground yesterday, she could hear his heartbeat and breath from a close distance, and her face was a little red.

"Yes, that's because..."

"Prisoners only need to answer yes or no!"

"……Have."

"Okay, the third question, how many times have you met Qian Jingyu?"

Wang Yue thought for a while: "Five times."

"Fuck, five times! Why didn't I have this honor!" Gu Ming burst out suddenly, revealing regret and disappointment in his tone.

"Silence!" Bai Ya slammed the table heavily, "Okay, next, the last question."

　520 tomorrow, expressing that I don’t want to be fed a wave of dog food

　　
　
(End of this chapter)