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

"Eighth Prince, you have indeed misunderstood. I am really not angry."

"I can understand your anger because I accidentally ruined your good intentions, because I'm angry with myself too."

Fang Qingyou suddenly understood why Luo Qianmo had apologized to her; it turned out it was because of the mooncakes.

Wasn't he deliberately trampling on her feelings?

The answer should be no. Given Luo Qianmo's personality, he wouldn't do that intentionally and then apologize to her, hoping she could forgive him.

This self-torture method is not Luo Qianmo's style.

Even so, Fang Qingyou was even more unwilling to admit that she was angry, because she had just realized that she cared so much about this matter, and was even somewhat resentful about it.

It's just a few mooncakes, it took some effort, it's just a blessing. If Luo Qianmo doesn't cherish it, fine, but why is she so resentful?

Luo Qianmo seemed to sense Fang Qingyou's thoughts. Before she could deny it, he pressed her hands down and placed them on his chest.

"I didn't know those mooncakes were from you, let alone that you made them yourself. If I had another chance, I would definitely cherish them."

Luo Qianmo's eyes were as clear as a lake, filled with regret and determination.

Upon learning the truth, he was furious, but even more so, he felt remorseful.

This was the first time she had put so much effort into him, but he shattered her feelings.

Fang Qingyou suddenly looked up and happened to meet those dark eyes.

Her heart was in turmoil, because she noticed that Luo Qianmo's expression was genuinely regretful and sincere.

This result left her somewhat bewildered.

This result would overturn her previous speculation.

It seems she really misunderstood Luo Qianmo. It seems, it seems, that he genuinely likes her?

Fang Qingyou suddenly wanted to run away because she realized she didn't know how to face Luo Qianmo.

What should she do if he isn't just pretending to be in love with her?

Feeling the strong beating of the man's chest beneath her palm, Fang Qingyou panicked even more.

"Eighth Prince, I, you, you don't need to apologize, no, it's just..."

Because of panic, he became incoherent.

She wanted to say that she was just an insignificant commoner, and Luo Qianmo didn't need to apologize to her. It was just a few mooncakes; once they were thrown away, they were gone, and he didn't need to take it to heart.

These words, however, seem impossible to put together.

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qianmo pulled her forcefully, and before she could even cry out, she found herself falling into his arms.

Luo Qianmo held her back tightly with one hand and gently pressed her head with the other, and her head rested right on his chest.

"Thump thump thump—" Hearing the man's noticeably faster heartbeat, Fang Qingyou felt her own heartbeat quicken along with the rhythm.

For some reason, listening to that heartbeat, her strongest feeling wasn't resistance, but rather a sense of peace.

"Fang Qingyou, I just want you to know. You are in my heart. You are the woman I have chosen."

You are in my heart.

You are the woman I've chosen.

Fang Qingyou suddenly froze, her breath catching in her throat.

When she looked up, she was met with Luo Qianmo's beautiful, dark eyes, which were filled with tenderness.

In fact, Luo Qianmo has said similar things more than once, and has even proven his heart with his actions.

She just couldn't believe it, or rather, she was unwilling to believe it.

But now, gazing into his clear eyes and seeing her own distinct reflection within them, she felt as if she were seeing his heart.

It seems to be just as he said.

She is in his heart.

In an instant, panic, tension, and helplessness overwhelmed Fang Qingyou, leaving her stunned and completely at a loss for what to do.

Looking at the blank little face in front of him, Luo Qianmo's heart clenched. He had to admit that he was a real failure in matters of the heart. He clearly cared about a woman as much as his own life, but she never believed in his heart.

It's either resistance or rejection.

It's either doubt or avoidance.

At the same time, he felt a pang of heartache; the woman he cherished most had been terrified by him.

She clearly had feelings for him too, but she didn't have the courage to face it and only thought about escaping.

Before, he didn't understand her heart.

But now that he has discovered her feelings for him, how can he let her go?

In that instant, Luo Qianmo thought that the near-death experience of last night seemed to have been worthwhile. Otherwise, he might never have known that the woman he thought had always been thinking of someone else actually had him in her heart.

He had already decided on her, and now he would hold on tighter and never let go again.

"Fang Qingyou." Luo Qianmo called Fang Qingyou's name softly, his voice deep and husky, with a hint of sexiness and a touch of devilish charm.

Fang Qingyou felt as if her heart had been swept by a raging wind, and suddenly a huge wave surged up, as if it would push her all the way to the horizon to touch that light cloud.

Fang Qingyou instinctively wanted to grasp her own heart and pull it back from the crest of the wave.

It should be peaceful, so why is it so restless?

However, Fang Qingyou was unable to calm herself down, and instead saw that handsome face that could captivate all beings magnify in her eyes.

"Fang Qingyou." Luo Qianmo called Fang Qingyou's name softly again, his hot breath hitting her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and even her lips.

In that instant, Fang Qingyou felt as if countless feathers were gently brushing against her skin, sending a soft itch all the way to her heart.

Fang Qingyou felt her throat was dry, as if a ball of fire was burning inside.

I couldn't help but swallow, trying to dispel the uncomfortable burning sensation.

Little did she know, her appearance presented a completely different picture to Luo Qianmo.

Luo Qianmo narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the blush rise on Fang Qingyou's cheeks, which then spread down her neck and further down...

Her small, red lips moved slightly, as red and vibrant as delicate pink petals glistening with dewdrops. It was unclear what she wanted to say, but the slight opening and closing of her lips seemed to be whispering sweet nothings.

His appearance, though clearly youthful and innocent, held an irresistible allure for him.

Luo Qianmo felt a sudden surge of evil fire within him, and he knew very well what it was.

Previously, he only knew how to suppress, but this time he wanted to indulge.

Whether it was because it sensed his thoughts or not, the evil fire suddenly spread throughout his body and burned fiercely.

Luo Qianmo's originally pale face suddenly flushed red, and a hint of evil flickered in his dark eyes. He suddenly leaned down and captured the two delicate petals, eager to pluck their fragrance...