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

She instinctively wanted to push Luo Qianmo away. Did he think she was stupid? How could he lie to her about such obvious external injuries and say that he hurt himself?

But she also knew very well that, given Luo Qianmo's status and temperament, if he didn't want to, probably no one could hurt him like this.

Fang Qingyou dislikes people who don't cherish their bodies, and she dislikes patients who self-harm even more.

"Eighth Prince, please have some self-respect." Fang Qingyou tried to push Luo Qianmo away, but even though the man was only gently embracing her, he was like a stone rooted to the ground, impossible to push away no matter what she did.

"Miss Fang, it's been so long. Don't you miss me?" The man's voice was not as indifferent as usual; it was soft and sounded somewhat aggrieved.

For some reason, upon hearing that sound, Fang Qingyou suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt, as if she had done something heinous.

It was only with great difficulty that I managed to suppress this feeling of guilt.

"Eighth Prince, I think you must be mistaken. We've only been apart for a little over a day."

The man's voice sounded even more aggrieved, and quite mournful.

"Really? But it feels like so much time has passed." Luo Qianmo said, and suddenly rested his head on Fang Qingyou's head.

The man's unique scent wafted over me, and his warm breath rose and fell beside my ears.

Fang Qingyou stiffened up, feeling very uncomfortable with such closeness.

Or perhaps it's more of an ambiguous relationship?

"Eighth Prince, there is no one else here. Why do you have to humiliate yourself like this?" Fang Qingyou's lips curled into a cold smile. She struggled, but still couldn't break free from the man. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Feeling wronged? Miss Fang, I don't understand. What do you mean by feeling wronged?" As Luo Qianmo spoke, his breath lingered on Fang Qingyou's ears and neck, making her body even stiffer, as if she had almost turned into a piece of wood.

Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth, unsure whether she was annoyed by Luo Qianmo's audacity or by her own incompetence.

"Eighth Prince, I am a doctor, not your... concubine!" Fang Qingyou almost shouted the last two words, and her face turned bright red afterward.

That bastard Luo Qianmo must be doing this on purpose. He knows exactly what he's saying, but he's pretending to be innocent.

Fang Qingyou really wanted to push Luo Qianmo away with all her might, but she didn't dare. She hadn't forgotten that he was seriously injured while saving her.

But he was unwilling to treat her in such an ambiguous way.

The only way is to make things clear and hope that Luo Qianmo can respect himself and take the initiative to let go.

However, Fang Qingyou thought Luo Qianmo was too much of a gentleman.

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qianmo's long, jade-like arms broke free from her grasp and wrapped around her waist.

The gentle embrace turned into a gentle hug!

"Miss Fang, you know that you are the woman I love most."

Perhaps it was because Luo Qianmo's arm was too gentle, but Fang Qingyou felt as if she had been electrocuted. When she heard his ambiguous words and felt his warm breath, her face turned as red as if it were dripping blood, and she jumped up.

With that jump, his shoulder bumped right into Luo Qianmo's chin.

"Crack—" Fang Qingyou heard the crisp sound of bones colliding, and felt as if her shoulder had been pierced through, the pain so intense that tears almost welled up in her eyes.

However, Fang Qingyou couldn't care less about the pain, because at that moment, she heard Luo Qianmo's muffled groan, which he was trying his best to suppress.

With a suppressed groan, Luo Qianmo suddenly released her, his arm falling limply to his side.

Fang Qingyou's heart suddenly clenched, and all the strange feelings turned into worry.

Fang Qingyou suddenly turned around and saw Luo Qianmo's body slightly bent, his face pale as he clutched his chest, seemingly trying his best to suppress the pain in his body.

That's precisely why people feel he's in so much pain.

"Eighth Prince, how are you?" Fang Qingyou's voice had changed, becoming unusually sharp.

As she tried to help him lie down on the bed, her hand was suddenly grabbed by a large, bony hand.

Then, a soft voice came from beside my ear: "I'm sorry."

Fang Qingyou almost thought she was hallucinating when she heard those three words so softly. But when she met Luo Qianmo's eyes, she saw that he was pursing his lips slightly and looking a little unnatural, like a child embarrassed and admitting his mistake.

Fang Qingyou was shocked. Was Luo Qianmo apologizing to her?

Fang Qingyou was truly shocked. How could someone as proud as Luo Qianmo apologize to someone?

She was so shocked that she forgot to pull away from Luo Qianmo's hand.

That's why she realized his hands were very cold, even colder than before.

Fang Qingyou's worries intensified once again. She tried to take Luo Qianmo's pulse with her other hand, but he grabbed her hand as well.

Luo Qianmo didn't speak, but just held her hand, his eyes fixed on her, as if afraid of missing any subtle expression on her face.

He seemed to be waiting for her answer, or rather, for her forgiveness.

Fang Qingyou felt uncomfortable under Luo Qianmo's gaze and frowned slightly: "Eighth Prince, let's talk about this later. Let me take your pulse first."

Luo Qianmo remained silent, but held Fang Qingyou's hand tightly and stared intently into her eyes.

He looked just like a child who had done something wrong, making it hard to scold him.

Well, Fang Qingyou felt a pang of guilt again.

This sense of guilt made her both angry and helpless. She was the one who was hurt, so why did she feel guilty?

"Eighth Prince, you have done nothing wrong to me, so there is no need for you to apologize to me."

Fang Qingyou felt her voice was sincere, but Luo Qianmo could detect a forced perfunctory tone.

"Miss Fang, you are indeed angry." Having confirmed this, Luo Qianmo was not angry at all, but secretly delighted. Fang Qingyou was angry with him because she really cared about him.

How could someone who doesn't care about you possibly care about what you do?

Fang Qingyou immediately shook her head: "Eighth Prince, I'm fine, and I don't understand why I'm angry."

If you have to say she was angry, then she was indeed angry. She was angry that Luo Qianmo always took advantage of her for no reason. She would rather he always be cold and indifferent than have him treat her in such an ambiguous, hot and cold, close and distant way.

Luo Qianmo didn't care, but she did. Even if she wasn't thinking about getting married yet, she didn't want to be stuck with a man like this, in such an ambiguous way.

"Miss Fang, are you really not angry?" As Luo Qianmo spoke, he moved a little closer to Fang Qingyou, bringing the two, who were already only inches apart, right next to each other again.

Those clear yet deep, dark eyes stared straight into her eyes, as if striking her heart instantly.