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

Continuous and inexhaustible.

Luo Qianmo felt a warm current flowing into his body from the outside, which gradually calmed down the two forces within him that were originally fighting to the death, and also made him no longer in so much pain.

That warmth was so comforting, so incredibly comforting, that it made him forget everything.

Fang Qingyou was unaware of the changes within Luo Qianmo's body. Because she had been observing the changes in his complexion, she saw that his originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she knew that his pain must have been relieved considerably.

Yes, Fang Qingyou had long ago peeled that annoying face off Luo Qianmo's and thrown it into the cave.

Therefore, only now can we clearly see every change in his expression.

Fang Qingyou felt that Luo Qianmo was more real when he was unconscious than when he was awake. When he was unconscious, his face showed pain, joy, bitterness, and smiles, like a real person. But when he was awake, he always had that icy, arrogant face, as if he was the only one who mattered in the world.

That kind of person is hardly lovable.

Even so, Fang Qingyou still hoped that Luo Qianmo could wake up and not lose himself in that kind of pain.

Fang Qingyou was completely focused on Luo Qianmo and did not notice that the purple color of the water droplet mark on her skin was becoming increasingly intense, so intense that it seemed to leap out of her skin.

At the same time, in a mysterious country, inside a silent palace.

A beautiful woman dressed in a purple palace gown sat cross-legged quietly on a warm, white jade bed, her expression as serene as if she were asleep.

The woman looked to be only in her early twenties, and her beauty was so striking that it seemed to eclipse the heavens and earth.

Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate it seemed to break at a touch; she had a refined, jade-like nose, soft, red lips, and long eyelashes that, like ink-black fans, cast a light shadow on her fair skin.

If Fang Qingyou were here, she would be surprised to find that this woman's appearance was somewhat similar to that of Madam She.

This woman was even more beautiful, so beautiful that no suitable adjective could be found to describe her. It seemed that any beautiful word could be used to describe her, yet all the beautiful adjectives were insufficient to describe her beauty.

What is most striking is that the woman has a purple teardrop mark between her eyebrows.

Originally, that purple was dull and colorless, just like a painted purple floral pattern.

However, at a certain moment, that purple color suddenly shone with a dazzling purple light.

As the purple light flowed, the beautiful woman who had been keeping her eyes closed suddenly opened them. They were a pair of beautiful purple eyes, stunning and captivating.

When closed, it evokes a sense of wonder; when open, it is alluring and captivating.

Unfortunately, those beautiful purple eyes only opened for a moment before closing again, as if they had fallen asleep once more.

At the same time, the water droplet mark between his brows returned to its original tranquility.

The difference is that the mark, which originally looked like an ordinary floral hairpin, now has a touch of life and is no longer as lifeless as before.

This change seems to be the only proof that this beautiful woman had been awake for a fleeting moment.

If Fang Qingyou were lucky enough to witness this scene, she would surely exclaim in surprise that this woman's eyes were remarkably similar to Luo Qianmo's, almost nine-tenths alike. The only difference was that this woman's eyes were purple, while Luo Qianmo's were black.

Inside the cave.

Fang Qingyou tried to keep her eyes wide open, not to compete with anyone in terms of eye size, but to try not to fall asleep.

The temperature of the hot spring was so comfortable that she felt sleepy, as if a nap would wash away all the fatigue from her journey.

However, she couldn't sleep. She knew nothing about the hot spring center and was still taking care of Luo Qianmo. What if she accidentally fell asleep and something happened to him?

As Fang Qingyou continued to fight off sleep, Luo Qianmo's body temperature gradually returned to normal.

Because of the purple light in front of her, Fang Qingyou didn't even notice that wisps of purple were constantly merging into her and Luo Qianmo's bodies.

Those wisps of purple, intertwined and swirling, some wrapped around her body, some around Luo Qianmo's body, thread by thread, as if trying to entwine the two of them together.

Like the invisible and intangible lines of emotion.

"Sss! Sss! Sss!" What completely chased away Fang Qingyou's sleepiness was the little thing's sudden sharp cry.

The cry seemed to be filled with both panic and anger.

Fang Qingyou was puzzled and immediately opened her eyes to look in the direction of the little thing, instantly losing all sleepiness.

Then, she saw the little thing still standing in the same spot, but now it was baring its teeth and looking fierce, as if it was angry at her, or as if it was angry at Luo Qianmo, or as if it was angry at the hot spring.

"Little one, what's wrong?" Fang Qingyou couldn't help but ask.

"Sss! Sss! Sss!" The little creature's sharp cries still answered Fang Qingyou.

Fang Qingyou was about to ask the little thing another question when she suddenly felt a stinging pain in her left forearm, as if something had suddenly burrowed into her body.

In fact, at that moment, an extremely rich purple light, like flowing water or light, suddenly surged up from the bottom of the hot spring, as if it were alive, and abruptly disappeared into the pale purple water droplet mark on her left forearm.

Fang Qingyou remembered that the location was where the water droplet mark was, and thought that the Purple Spirit Water had started to seep out again. She wanted to investigate, but was interrupted by a clear voice.

Then, they saw that Luo Qianmo had finally opened his eyes.

In that instant, the stinging sensation in her arm completely disappeared, causing her to temporarily forget her doubts.

Because at that moment, her heart was filled with the joy of Luo Qianmo regaining consciousness.

"Luo Qianmo, you're finally awake!" Fang Qingyou exclaimed joyfully, forgetting that she was still holding Luo Qianmo.

After regaining consciousness, Luo Qianmo first saw the joy in Fang Qingyou's eyes, then he found her hugging him tightly, and then he realized that they were only wearing their undergarments and soaking in the water.

In an instant, a mix of emotions—gentleness, surprise, doubt, joy, unexpectedness, and shock—rushed into his mind.

However, in the end, all these emotions transformed into an extremely wicked smile at the corner of his mouth: "Youyou, why are you holding me so tightly? Do you like me? And what did you just do to me?"