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

It felt as if soft feathers had gently brushed across the lake of my heart, creating gentle ripples that lingered for a long time, unable to calm down.

Fang Qingyou was startled by her own change in mood. It was just a seemingly ambiguous remark, so why was her heart so frivolous?

She dared not delve into the reasons, but kept telling herself that she liked a gentle and refined gentleman like Gu Jinyi, not a domineering and fickle prince like Luo Qianmo.

Impossible, no way, it can't be...

Fang Qingyou tried her best to suppress the ripples in her heart, trying, trying, and trying again...

Suddenly, Luo Qianmo's smile widened, exuding a wicked and unrestrained charm, like the most unruly breeze in the world.

It was clearly the same ordinary mask, yet it was as if one could see through it that captivatingly handsome face, making one's heart flutter.

Before Fang Qingyou could control her heart from beating abnormally, she felt a tightness around her waist again, and then her body suddenly lost its footing and began to fall downwards.

"Ah!" Fang Qingyou didn't realize what had happened for a moment. She only had time to exclaim before she found that her feet had already touched the ground.

Before him, still stood Luo Qianmo's wicked smile.

Fang Qingyou didn't know what had happened, but her experience had already shown her the truth.

Luo Qianmo landed with her on the rock with the Seven Star Purple Ginseng growing on it.

Fang Qingyou was almost in tears, looking at Luo Qianmo with deep resentment: "Eighth Prince, could you please tell me in advance next time you want to do something?"

"Youyou, I've said what I wanted to say. Haven't you heard enough?" Luo Qianmo gently wrapped his long, jade-like arm around Fang Qingyou, bringing them closer together.

However, feeling the large hand on her waist and seeing the pair of beautiful, deep, dark eyes almost touching her face, Fang Qingyou's heart suddenly started racing again.

To resist her unusual feelings, Fang Qingyou subconsciously took a step back, wanting to get away from Luo Qianmo, this alluring devil.

However, as he took a step back, he suddenly lost his footing.

Only then did Fang Qingyou realize that she was on that rock; if she took a step back, there would be a cliff shrouded in thick fog beneath her feet.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

However, the expected fall did not occur, because the hand around her waist pulled her back from the edge of the cliff.

Because of the force, when Luo Qianmo pulled Fang Qingyou back, she bumped into his arms.

Fang Qingyou was out of danger and instantly stumbled into that cool yet firm embrace, where she felt exceptionally safe.

Even though she was still standing at the top of the cliff in the thick fog, in danger of falling at any moment, she was no longer afraid.

Sensing the quietness of the person in his arms, Luo Qianmo lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the slender body of the person in his arms. With a soft gaze, he reached out his other hand and gently stroked the soft and smooth black hair.

He felt a peace in his heart that he had never experienced before.

His feeling was right; this little woman clearly had feelings for him, but stubbornly refused to admit it.

However, he will eventually let her see her own heart clearly.

Fang Qing leaned against that embrace for a long time, feeling the comfort and warmth of another person emanating from her hair. She felt an extraordinary sense of peace and tranquility.

It wasn't until she suddenly remembered where she was, what had just happened, and that she was leaning against Luo Qianmo's chest that her face flushed red, like a boiled shrimp, and she hurriedly tried to break free.

"Eighth Prince, thank you, I'm sorry," Fang Qingyou explained somewhat flusteredly.

She struggled, but Luo Qianmo held her tightly.

"Youyou, don't move. This stone isn't solid. If you move it again, we might become a pair of stranded lovers again."

Fang Qingyou's struggles suddenly stopped. Having just escaped the danger of falling off the cliff, she naturally did not want to actually fall.

However, why are they a pair of lovers in distress? And why once again?

Fang Qingyou hadn't forgotten that the phrase "fallen lovers" was a sarcastic remark made by the fanged masked boss to mock her and Luo Qianmo, when they were also facing the danger of falling off the mountain.

Thinking about it this way, the experiences are remarkably similar.

Therefore, using the word "again" seems appropriate.

No, no, no, she and Luo Qianmo are not a couple. How could they be considered a couple?

Fang Qingyou did not continue to struggle, but she maintained a tiny distance between herself and Luo Qianmo's chest.

Looking down, she noticed that the end of the rock closest to the mountain ridge was fairly spacious, with enough room for her and Luo Qianmo to stand together. However, at the end with the Seven Star Purple Ginseng growing on it, the rock was so wide that even her feet would be a bit too big.

Fang Qingyou thought to herself, it's fortunate that she and Luo Qianmo came together, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to pick this Seven Star Purple Ginseng by herself.

If she were standing on the other side of the Seven Star Purple Ginseng and no one were there to hold her back, she would most likely fall off the cliff.

Her balance wasn't very good, and she also had a slight fear of heights; her legs would tremble involuntarily when she stood in such a dangerous place.

This harsh reality made Fang Qingyou never dare to think of leaving Luo Qianmo again.

So she quickly raised her eyes, blinked, and showed what she thought was an incredibly sweet smile to Luo Qianmo: "Eighth Prince, thank you for your hard work."

Luo Qianmo's lips curled slightly, and his well-defined hand suddenly lifted her chin: "Youyou, for you, I don't feel tired at all."

Fang Qingyou's smile froze instantly, wishing she could slap away Luo Qianmo's lecherous hand.

This hypocrite takes every opportunity to grope her.

However, glancing at the thick fog beneath his feet out of the corner of his eye, he gritted his teeth and suppressed the impulse.

She also despised her own sycophancy and her ostrich-like thinking, and she wanted to teach Luo Qianmo a lesson.

But given the current situation, it seems she should still try to curry favor with Luo Qianmo.

Otherwise, let alone harvesting this Seven Star Purple Ginseng, even survival seems quite difficult.

So, Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth and bit her lip before managing to force a smile back onto her face: "Eighth Prince, then I'll have to trouble you."

Seeing Fang Qingyou's clearly angry yet pretending to be fine, Luo Qianmo found her inexplicably cute and nodded politely, "Youyou, I've said it before, it's not hard work for you at all."

As he spoke, his long, slender, jade-like fingers gently caressed her chin, as if he were playing with a piece of exquisite jade.

"Hehe." Fang Qingyou almost couldn't help but sneer, but she managed to keep a smile going as she reached out to subtly pry his fingers off her chin...