The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

However, what she saw was always that face that could captivate all beings.

Close at hand.

This was the first time Fang Qingyou had seen Luo Qianmo up close like this, and the first time she had seen her reflection in his eyes.

At this moment, Luo Qianmo's eyes were extremely clear, so clear that her figure was very distinct.

Fang Qingyou didn't understand. Given Luo Qianmo's status and temperament, he shouldn't have such clear eyes. But the truth was, his eyes were indeed as clear as a beautiful lake.

The beautiful sound of the piano still lingers in my ears.

Around Fang Qingyou and Luo Qianmo, birds continued to circle and chirp, like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

She will probably never forget these amazing experiences she had today.

Fang Qingyou was amazed once again, because she realized that Luo Qianmo was playing the zither with one hand while raising the other hand with ease.

Putting aside the weight of the zither, the unchanging sound alone was enough to make her admire Luo Qianmo's zither skills to the point of complete awe.

and many more……

Now doesn't seem like the time to talk about piano skills.

Fang Qingyou stared blankly at Luo Qianmo, only to realize that his raised hand wasn't meant to play the piano, but was about to land on her face.

Furthermore, Luo Qianmo's eyes, which were as clear and bright as a lake, seemed to be filled with tenderness at this moment, so tender that Fang Qingyou couldn't take her eyes off him.

He just stood there, frozen in place.

Then, she actually saw Luo Qianmo's long, jade-like fingers actually land on her face.

His fingers, cool yet warm, traced across Fang Qingyou's face, like a breeze rippling a pool of water, like a fine feather brushing against her heart...

Then, Luo Qianmo suddenly bent down.

As the breathtakingly handsome face suddenly magnified, his long eyelashes almost brushed against her face, and the beautiful thin lips so close to hers, along with the overwhelming masculine aura, made Fang Qingyou's face flush red.

"Boom—" In that instant, the bloodline in his body flowed towards his face.

Fang Qingyou almost leaned in close, but her last shred of reason made her close her eyes tightly.

She was afraid that if she didn't close her eyes, she wouldn't be able to resist Luo Qianmo's charm.

"Eighth Prince, you, you..."

Fang Qingyou couldn't even utter a complete sentence; she could clearly feel the trembling in her voice.

Reason told Fang Qingyou that she couldn't fall for it, she couldn't fall for it, because once she did, she would be doomed.

Luo Qianmo just likes to flirt with her.

Even with my eyes closed, that captivating face still lingered in my mind.

Fang Qingyou even felt that she could feel Luo Qianmo's tender gaze, as if it wanted to melt her.

Perhaps because her eyes were closed, her hearing was exceptionally sharp, allowing Fang Qingyou to clearly hear the beating of her own heart.

"Thump thump thump thump thump—" This rhythm was more than just a deer's fluttering; it was as if tens of thousands of deer were simultaneously pounding against her little heart.

It seems that it's not just the sense of smell that has become more sensitive.

Fang Qingyou felt the masculine scent at the tip of her nose growing stronger and closer...

The distance between them seemed... it seemed like Luo Qianmo was about to kiss her.

Wow, is this going to be something unique, like a zither-shaped gong?

Thinking of this, and especially feeling a slight sense of excitement and anticipation in her heart, Fang Qingyou was so startled that she quickly opened her eyes again.

Fang Qingyou, you must see clearly, the handsome man in front of you is Luo Qianmo.

You absolutely mustn't let him flirt with you, you absolutely mustn't, you absolutely mustn't...

In that instant, Fang Qingyou indeed saw that the distance between Luo Qianmo and her had indeed shrunk a little bit.

It was as if his lips would touch hers whenever he spoke.

Fang Qingyou felt a rush of blood to her face. She bit her tongue and forced herself to take a step back.

"Eighth Prince, I just remembered I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Fang Qingyou wanted to escape, but found that her legs were weak and limp, as if she were sinking into cotton, and she could only slowly retreat step by step.

As Fang Qingyou retreated, she inwardly berated herself.

She actually got weak in the knees from looking at handsome men! When other people's legs go weak, they can just lie in a handsome man's arms, but she has to avoid handsome men. Waaah, how pathetic...

However, for every step Fang Qingyou took back, Luo Qianmo took a step forward.

Luo Qianmo remained silent, but his steps were steady.

Therefore, the distance between the two remained always so close, so very close.

Fang Qingyou knew that until her legs regained their strength, she probably wouldn't be able to escape so easily if Luo Qianmo didn't want to.

Therefore, we should quickly find a way to change this posture.

Seeing the guqin that Luo Qianmo was holding vertically in his left hand, Fang Qingyou's eyes lit up instantly, and she chuckled, "Eighth Prince, aren't you tired of holding the guqin like that? How about I hold it for you?"

As she spoke, Fang Qingyou immediately reached out and took the guqin from Luo Qianmo's hands.

However, the result was that Luo Qianmo moved even closer to her, and their posture changed from facing each other directly to facing each other at a slight angle.

"Not heavy." Luo Qianmo uttered softly, his warm breath brushing against Fang Qingyou's face.

Her face flushed even more.

Fang Qingyou's mind raced; how could she possibly escape from Luo Qianmo's clutches?

If she had known Luo Qianmo would pull this stunt, she would never have come to this villa with him, even if it meant her death.

No, if you really want to kill her, she will come.

Because at this moment, she still had at least a sliver of hope to escape; if she died, she would have nothing left.

"Eighth Prince, today seems to be the Qixi Festival. Haha, shouldn't you spend this special day with someone special? For example, your future Eighth Prince's consort?"

Seeing that Luo Qianmo remained silent, only staring at her with a fixed gaze, Fang Qingyou forced herself to say again, "Eighth Prince, today is a very special day. Perhaps we can talk about what you want to say another day?"

Luo Qianmo still didn't react.

Fang Qingyou was now truly anxious: "Eighth Prince, I saw Princess Neon today, she..."

Before Fang Qingyou could finish speaking, she saw the tenderness in Luo Qianmo's eyes shatter instantly, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.

Stared at like that, Fang Qingyou realized she had said the wrong thing. She noticed that Luo Qianmo had suddenly moved away from her, so she thought of taking the opportunity to escape.

Before she could escape, she felt her head being suddenly held up.

Who is this person? Of course, it's Luo Qianmo.

At this moment, Luo Qianmo's gaze was as cold as frost, but the corners of his mouth were curved into a very shallow arc, a smile that was not quite a smile.

He looks cold and sinister, someone who makes people want to stay far away, yet whose charm is impossible to escape.

"Eighth Prince..." Fang Qingyou felt her reason was about to completely crumble...