Chapter Seventy-Five: Teacher, Are You a Virgin?

"You ......" The anger on Tang Qiaoqiao's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a face full of worry, "When was you injured?" How did it come to this? โ€

Looking at the expression on her face, she was even more anxious than the parties involved.

"I was injured when I came home from school yesterday, and it's inconvenient to say why it happened like this." Wang Donglai said in a flat tone.

"You kid, you're always doing mysteries, what else is inconvenient to say to the teacher?" Tang Qiaoqiao didn't have a good airway.

"There are too many things that are inconvenient to say." Wang Donglai pouted.

"For example?"

"For example, I know, teacher, you are still a virgin."

"Uh...... You, what are you talking nonsense? Tang Qiaoqiao's face couldn't help but turn red, and she quickly pretended to be angry.

"Am I talking nonsense? I know how to heal, and I can tell if she is a virgin or not just by looking at an ordinary girl, and I accidentally touched the teacher's chest at that time, and found that it was very hard and very big, and it seemed to have a lump, and it was filled with a faint nวŽi fragrance, so I was even more sure......"

"Alright, don't talk about it." Tang Qiaoqiao was ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, and quibbled, "The child doesn't understand at all, and he has to pretend that he is very powerful." โ€

"I don't understand?" Wang Donglai got angry, "Then teacher, let me ask you, are you a virgin?" โ€

"I, of course...... Not really. Tang Qiaoqiao felt that her face was flushed, so she had to bite the bullet and say, she didn't expect the student in front of her to ask so directly.

"If you lie, you'll be punished for not finding a boyfriend for the rest of your life, how about it?" Wang Donglai said with a smile.

"You, I'm ......" Tang Qiaoqiao was speechless when asked for a while, so he had to change the topic, "You are really, you are so seriously injured, why didn't you tell me at that time?" โ€

"Didn't I promise you? If you fail the midterm exam, you won't fight in the future, and you will be listened to in class. Wang Donglai said lightly, thinking: The topic changed quite quickly.

"That's true, but it depends." To be honest, Tang Qiaoqiao was a little moved, the student in front of him was so seriously injured, he ignorantly asked him to do 30 pull-ups, and he really did it quietly.

All this is just a dispensable promise at that time.

If he didn't have such good physical strength and physical fitness, 30 pull-ups would simply be an impossible task with injuries on his body.

"You're so stupid." Tang Qiaoqiao's face couldn't hide her emotion, "Does the wound still hurt now?" โ€

"Usually it hurts a little when I walk, a little bit when I run in gym class, and it hurts a lot when I do pull-ups, but it doesn't hurt much anymore." Wang Donglai smiled like a big boy.

"Come and show the teacher." Tang Qiaoqiao didn't have a good breath and said, "You just love to be strong, there is something you can't hide in the future, do you want to tell the teacher to know?" โ€

"It depends." Wang Donglai shrugged.

"Raise your hand, I'll help you see if the wound is open." Tang Qiaoqiao came to Wang Donglai's side and glanced at him and complained.

"Don't you need it? It's just a minor injury, it's fine. โ€

"A small injury? The wound is so big, and it is said that it is a small injury, so quickly raise your hand, otherwise the teacher will be angry. Tang Qiaoqiao pretended to be angry.

"Okay, okay, that's a nuisance." Wang Donglai couldn't compete with Tang Qiaoqiao, so he had to follow her words and raised his left hand, revealing the wound in his ribs.

His skin is very fair and smooth, this is because his strength has reached the peak of Juetong, which makes him not only better than ordinary people in physical fitness, but also his skin is extremely smooth.

may be because he did 30 pull-ups, causing Wang Donglai's wound to have traces of cracking, and a trace of blood oozing from the wound.

Looking at the terrifying wound on Wang Donglai's left rib, Tang Qiaoqiao couldn't think of how this student endured it, let alone how he managed to do 30 pull-ups, if he hadn't forced him at the moment, he wouldn't even know that he had injuries on his body.

"What a stubborn boy." Tang Qiaoqiao felt a little touched for no reason.

"Okay? How do you think it takes so long? I put my hand down. Wang Donglai wondered.

Tang Qiaoqiao came back to her senses from her thoughts and said, "Don't move, the blood is oozing out, I'll help you clean up the wound." As he spoke, he took out a bottle of medical sterilization swab from the drawer, and carefully cleaned up the blood stains oozing from the wound for Wang Donglai.

"The current doctors are too unprofessional, the stitches are really poor, and the wounds are not stitched tightly." Tang Qiaoqiao complained while treating Wang Donglai's wounds.

In the villa, Shen Jiaqi was cleaning the sheets stained by Wang Donglai's blood, and he sneezed for no reason, and then complained with a resentful face: "How can this blood be done, it can't be washed off!" After saying that, he lost his temper and rubbed hard against the sheets.

Looking at Wang Donglai again, after hearing Tang Qiaoqiao's complaints, he smiled.

This wound was treated by Shen Jiaqi, and it was already very good for her to suture the wound for the first time.

Tang Qiaoqiao carefully treated Wang Donglai's wounds, looking at her in sportswear with a serious face, Wang Donglai put his raised left hand on her round shoulder silently.

Tang Qiaoqiao's body shook slightly, then pretended not to notice, and continued to concentrate on wiping the wounds on Wang Donglai's body.

Of course, even if she stopped it by speaking out, Wang Donglai could prevaricate with "her hands are a little tired all the time", but now that she pretends not to know, Wang Donglai will naturally not object.

stroked Tang Qiaoqiao's long hair with his hand, and a trace of the fragrance of Head & Shoulders shampoo instantly wafted away.

"Alright." Tang Qiaoqiao said with a blushing face.

Looking at her appearance, Wang Donglai naturally knew that her actions had already been noticed by her.

"Thank you, teacher, if it's okay, I'll go first." Wang Dong said.

"Wait, that ...... I'll help you make up for it tomorrow, and if it's okay, you can go. After speaking, Tang Qiaoqiao pretended to be impatient and waved his hand.

"Still pretending to be indifferent?" Wang Donglai smiled secretly, "Woman." โ€

The day passed quickly, and after school, Wang Donglai greeted Ziyan and drove towards the villa.

Along the way, Ziyan blushed and didn't say a word, just peeked at Wang Donglai in the co-pilot seat very frequently.

For her, being able to live in a small space with Wang Donglai may be satisfied.

Walking into the gate, the five of them walked towards the villa, and soon, everyone found a white sheet hanging on the balcony on the second floor, dancing in the wind like a woman.

It's just strange that there is a puddle of pale red sรจ traces in the middle of the sheets, which is infinitely reminiscent and full of evil connotations.