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

However, she would definitely not watch Yuefei be punished.

"Eighth Prince, that fire only looks dangerous, but I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous at all. Look, I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?"

Luo Qianmo glanced coldly at Fang Qingyou, then turned his gaze back to the raging fire.

Then they saw the flames suddenly weaken and quickly go out.

Only a strange, burning smell permeated the air.

At this moment, Luo Qianmo turned his gaze back to Fang Qingyou. His cold and deep gaze made Fang Qingyou feel as if her body and soul had been seen through, and her expression became somewhat unnatural.

Look at her, fine, but could you please stop with that scary look?

"Eighth Prince, may we speak in private?" Seeing that Luo Qianmo was not going to let Yue Fei go, Fang Qingyou decided to tell him the secret of the "strange black mud" as a condition for him to let Yue Fei go.

Luo Qianmo didn't speak, but after glancing at Fang Qingyou, he strode away to the other side.

Knowing that Luo Qianmo had agreed, Fang Qingyou immediately followed.

Before leaving, he winked at Yuefei, giving her a look that said, "Don't be afraid."

Luo Qianmo walked into complete darkness, forcing Fang Qingyou to carefully feel her way to keep up with him and make sure she didn't stray off course.

Just as she was inwardly cursing Luo Qianmo for being so mean, she suddenly bumped into a hard back, making her see stars.

Fang Qingyou curled up, covering her nose with both hands, and it took her a long time to recover from the pain.

Although she was resentful that Luo Qianmo had suddenly stopped walking, why couldn't he have said hello before stopping?

But she didn't dare to complain openly, because she hadn't forgotten why she had invited Luo Qianmo over.

Suddenly, a hand, slightly cold, covered her forehead, stroking it awkwardly as if to comfort her. The tone was still stiff but less cold: "Does it hurt?"

Fang Qingyou sniffed, trying to make her voice sound normal: "Some."

The force of that hand suddenly became much lighter.

Fang Qingyou awkwardly pressed down on Luo Qianmo's arm, trying to remove his hand from her forehead. His tender look made her feel very uncomfortable, almost to the point of having an embarrassing episode.

Unexpectedly, instead of removing Luo Qianmo's arm, she was suddenly pulled by him and almost fell into his arms.

"Eighth Prince, your men are still over there!" Fang Qingyou thought Luo Qianmo was about to hug her again, and hurriedly said in fright.

"Oh? If my men aren't over there, then I..." Luo Qianmo suddenly leaned down, his voice so low that only he and Fang Qingyou could hear, "Can I just hold you like this?"

Although he was asking a question, Luo Qianmo's hand had already landed on Fang Qingyou's waist, gently embracing her.

The soft tone seemed to carry an indescribable allure and seduction, and the breath falling on her ear made her ears and face itch and turn red.

"Eighth Prince, please have some self-respect!" Fang Qingyou scolded in a low voice. Luo Qianmo was practically hugging her like that.

She said this as if she were consulting her colleagues, but in fact she had already taken action first.

"Am I not self-respecting?" Luo Qianmo chuckled, his warm breath brushing against Fang Qingyou's ear. "Youyou, you seem to have forgotten that you were the one who invited me here. I was just keeping my appointment."

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched, and she lowered her eyes to look at the hand resting on her waist, her face showing even more bitterness.

Yes, she was the one who invited Luo Qianmo out, but did they really need to hug and cuddle like that just to exchange a few words?

She just asked him to talk about something, how did it suddenly become "throwing herself into his arms"?

"Eighth Prince, I feel very uncomfortable with you like this, and I can't even speak normally." Fang Qingyou was very suspicious that if she opened her mouth a little wider when she spoke, her face might accidentally touch Luo Qianmo's lips.

"Which way? Like this, like this, or like this?" Luo Qianmo said, his hand on Fang Qingyou's waist changed from wrapping around her to gently stroking her, sliding up from her waist and gently pinching her as it slid.

With his other hand, he slid down Fang Qingyou's forehead, landing on her soft, smooth face, gently stroking it with the back of his hand, moving downwards.

Suddenly, his lips moved closer, and he quickly kissed Fang Qingyou's earlobe.

Fang Qingyou's body suddenly stiffened, and she felt as if her hands were not enough.

Because she didn't know whether she should push Luo Qianmo's hands away or push his head away.

Or rather, what she should do most is wake herself up. She is being harassed right now, and her first reaction should not be shame or embarrassment, but anger!

After mentally berating herself, Fang Qingyou quickly regained her composure and almost instantly grabbed the large hand that was about to slide down to her. Then, her other hand, a beat slower, grabbed the hand that was about to slide down to her lips.

"Eighth Prince, that's enough! If your hormones really are raging, I'll find you a princess consort when we get back! Please, have mercy on me, a mere commoner."

Fang Qingyou was truly furious. Luo Qianmo, that bastard, was going further and further astray. If she hadn't reacted in time, she would have been sexually assaulted by him.

Luo Qianmo was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand what hormones meant, he could tell from Fang Qingyou's words that they were related. So, a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Youyou, how do you know that I will marry you as my princess after I return to the capital?"

Fang Qingyou's face immediately turned bright red: "Nonsense, who wants to be your prince's consort?"

"Youyou, you promised me that if we could return to Kyoto safely, you would agree to be my girlfriend." Luo Qianmo's tone suddenly became serious, and he emphasized the word "girlfriend".

Fang Qingyou's face turned even redder, whether from embarrassment or anger, she didn't know. She had promised to consider being Luo Qianmo's girlfriend, but what did that have to do with satisfying him?

Let alone in ancient times, even in modern times, her thinking wouldn't be this open-minded!

She definitely appreciates handsome men, but she would never be so infatuated as to offer herself to them. What she seeks is the kind of love for which she is willing to dedicate her heart and soul, okay?

Before Fang Qingyou could speak, Luo Qianmo continued, "Youyou, if you don't want to be my princess consort, do you want to be a concubine?"