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

"Youyou, you're going back on your word. You just promised me, and a promise is a promise, so your change of heart is invalid."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

She had always known that Luo Qianmo was a scoundrel, but she never expected him to be this shameless.

When did she agree to him? She was clearly shaking her head the whole time, okay?

Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth: "Luo Qianmo, I have never promised you anything. Also, please don't call me Youyou."

It wasn't just because the nickname "Youyou" was too intimate, but also because when Luo Qianmo uttered it, it carried an almost irresistible ambiguity.

Every time she heard it, she felt goosebumps rise all over her body.

However, Fang Qingyou felt that when her hateful gaze met Luo Qianmo's wicked, smiling eyes, it was as if she had punched a cloud.

"Youyou, I've already accepted the token of our love. Are you really going to go back on your word?" Luo Qianmo's beautiful, dark eyes were fixed on Fang Qingyou, like a clear lake shrouded in mist. His handsome face was filled with grievance, as if he had suffered a great hurt.

As a result, Fang Qingyou felt a strong sense of guilt once again.

She felt a little ashamed of herself; she was clearly the victim, so why did she always feel like she had let others down?

Also, Luo Qianmo must be a schizophrenic. On one hand, he is arrogant and ruthless, and on the other hand, he is so innocent and harmless. Yet, he can switch between these different personalities without any sense of incongruity.

No, no, to be precise, he is a schizophrenic patient with a multifaceted personality; his personality is more than just two.

Even though she prided herself on her superb medical skills, she couldn't tell which one was the real him, which personality traits were a facade, and which were his true nature.

Fang Qingyou really wanted to take off the jade pendant that was so green it seemed to drip with moisture, but Luo Qianmo seemed to have sensed her intention and pressed her hand down with his large hands before she could move.

At this moment, she couldn't even move her body, let alone remove the jade pendant.

Luo Qianmo, despite having firm control over his actions, still wore such a wronged, innocent, and pitiful expression!

He's faking it; he must be faking it.

Thinking about this, Fang Qingyou felt even more contempt for herself; she had utterly disgraced a doctor.

As a doctor, I was completely controlled by my patients.

Then, Fang Qingyou, with strength she didn't know she had, suddenly sat up from the ground.

She was trying to break free from Luo Qianmo's hand, but she stood up too suddenly and her upper body fell straight towards him.

Fang Qingyou's eyes widened. She had been in one position for too long, which had disrupted her blood circulation and made it difficult for her to control her body.

So she quickly gestured to Luo Qianmo, telling him to get out of the way, otherwise the two of them would bump into each other.

"Lo..."

As a result, before Fang Qingyou could even call out Luo Qianmo's name, her face collided with Luo Qianmo's face.

Or, to be more precise, her face collided with his side.

Her small nose bumped into his cheek, making her slightly breathless.

The red lips pressed against her soft, smooth face, making her feel as if her lips were on fire.

Even hotter was her face.

She just happened to bump into Luo Qianmo's face; if it had been his chest, his arm, his leg...

It seems that having makeup applied to any part of the face yields good results.

But reality is cruel.

She didn't want to take advantage of Luo Qianmo at all, but the reality was that she ended up taking advantage of him.

Yes, she acted like a scoundrel!

When Fang Qingyou suddenly bumped into his cheek, Luo Qianmo was caught off guard and was initially stunned.

When he saw Fang Qingyou's face so close to his, felt the soft breath on her nose and the tender warmth of her lips, he felt his body tremble involuntarily, and even his heart trembled.

He knew it was unintentional, but even so, he was overjoyed.

Perhaps this feeling is what is called being overjoyed?

Luo Qianmo blinked slightly, a gentle smile blooming on his lips, adding endless allure to his already captivating appearance.

If you look closely, you'll notice an unnatural pink hue on his cheeks, which, against his otherwise pale face, gives him a frail, alluring, and seductive beauty.

Fang Qingyou couldn't see Luo Qianmo's expression, but she could feel his face suddenly heat up.

Because of his injury, his body temperature was lower than usual, and he had a cold sensation.

But his face was warm at the moment. Although this warmth was not uncomfortable, it was so different from being icy cold that she couldn't help but notice it.

For some reason, this discovery made Fang Qingyou's heart beat faster, like a drumbeat.

After Fang Qingyou realized what was happening, she tried to quickly remove her face, but a slender, jade-like hand suddenly pressed down on the back of her head, shattering her thoughts.

"Let go!" Fang Qingyou's nose and lips were blocked, and she felt the suffocation getting stronger and stronger. She finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

However, Luo Qianmo showed no intention of letting go.

Fang Qingyou struggled angrily. Luo Qianmo, that bastard, had molested her for no reason. Was he going to kill her to silence her?

However, as soon as Fang Qingyou stepped back, Luo Qianmo immediately moved closer, keeping her face pressed against his profile.

Or rather, Fang Qingyou thought she was clinging to him, but Luo Qianmo thought she was kissing him.

Fang Qingyou struggled, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier, her fists flailing weaker and weaker, and she felt as if her mind was beginning to hallucinate.

Okay, she's too oxygen-deprived.

No matter how much she struggled, Luo Qianmo's hands were like iron clamps, holding her tightly with no chance of escape.

At that time, Fang Qingyou thought sadly that she was probably the first woman to be suffocated by a handsome man's face.

People say that dying under a peony is a romantic death, but she doesn't want to be a ghost at all!

If she really died on Luo Qianmo's face, how could she ever face anyone again...?

No, how could I possibly face ghosts?

Just when Fang Qingyou almost thought she was suffocating, she finally breathed in air through her nose, and in a daze, she felt that the air seemed to have a taste, a sweet one.

"Hoo—" Fang Qingyou greedily breathed in the hard-won air, and gradually, she felt that she had finally come back to life.

This is like being on the verge of death, only to step back into the human world!