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

Yuefei mimicked Fang Qingyou's usual way of comforting people, patting her back reassuringly in hopes of easing her fear.

As it turned out, this reassurance was effective, and Fang Qingyou's tense body gradually relaxed.

Soon, Xuanlan and his group arrived on horseback, and the group began to set up tents.

The horses were dead, and the supplies they were carrying were lost, so now several people had to squeeze into one tent.

Fang Qingyou quickly pulled Yuefei into her tent. She knew that Xuanlan and the others probably wouldn't arrange a man in her tent, but she was still afraid.

Who told Xuanlan and the others to be subordinates of that lecherous Luo Qianmo?

Once she hid inside the tent and could no longer see Luo Qianmo, Fang Qingyou felt as if she had come back to life.

Recalling what had happened, Fang Qingyou still couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and at the same time, she was somewhat shocked. It seemed that Luo Qianmo, this lecherous man, not only had a lot of hormones, but also a lot of stamina.

This scoundrel actually held on all the way, for a full half hour!

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyou secretly glanced outside the tent, wondering if Luo Qianmo, that rogue, had softened up now.

At the same time, she also deeply mourned for Luo Qianmo's future princess. This rogue is so strong, I wonder if that weak woman can withstand it?

Seeing Fang Qingyou's face suddenly turn bright red every now and then, Yuefei couldn't help but worry: "Girl, have you caught a cold or developed a fever?"

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou didn't react for a moment. Why would Yuefei ask such a question? Did she look like she had a fever?

She felt that she was in good spirits and didn't look listless at all.

Seeing that Fang Qingyou seemed a little slow to react, Yuefei became even more certain of her guess and said worriedly, "Miss, would you like me to write a prescription for you to prepare the medicine, or should I go directly to Lord Zhu to ask for some medicine?"

"Huh? What medicine?" Fang Qingyou was even more confused.

"Of course it's antipyretics. Young lady, your face is so red, it looks like you have quite a fever."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

Of course, she absolutely couldn't tell Yuefei the truth, so she could only make up a white lie: "Yuefei, I'm not sick, I was just frightened by today's situation and a little nervous. It's okay, you don't need to worry."

"Are you really alright?" Yuefei asked again, still not believing it.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll rest for a while and I'll feel better."

"Then you should rest for a while. If you feel unwell, remember to call me."

"Okay," Fang Qingyou quickly agreed.

This lie ruined her plan to get the medicine, so she had no choice but to lie down and rest.

Seeing Fang Qingyou resting with her eyes closed, Yuefei finally breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she was shocked by the intensity of the battle today. If His Highness hadn't used that black liquid at the critical moment, she and Fang Qingyou would probably have already perished.

The feeling of being pulled back from the brink of death is both fortunate and terrifying.

If even she felt this way, then Fang Qingyou's fear was understandable, wasn't it?

Fang Qingyou didn't sleep well that night, not because she shared a tent with Yuefei, but because she had a dream all night.

In her dream, she relived the scene from the previous night where she and Luo Qianmo rode together on a horse. The only difference was that the fact that they eventually separated was replaced by the fact that they engaged in some kind of obscene activity in the dream, and it was still on horseback.

She had this dream all night long, a dream that left her no chance to catch her breath.

Fang Qingyou had always felt that such exercise was very sacred, because it was an essential exercise for human beings to reproduce.

However, when it occurs purely out of pure motivation, this kind of movement is actually quite obscene.

Recalling the scene in her dream, Fang Qingyou scorned herself again and again. How could someone as pure as her have such a dream?

She was the queen of her own dreams, yet she was forced by Luo Qianmo. Shouldn't the outcome have been that she whipped him off his horse with a small leather whip, or snipped his penis with scissors?

Fang Qingyou would never admit that she wasn't actually that resistant in her dream; she would never admit it, not even if you beat her to death.

She knows it's normal for a young girl to have romantic feelings, but could we change the object of her affection to someone she likes?

Take Gu Jinyi, for example.

Fang Qingyou was startled when she thought of that gentle, jade-like figure in white robes.

Because she suddenly realized that she hadn't thought about Gu Jinyi for a long time, let alone dreamed about him.

How is this going?

When she left Kyoto a month ago, she was still heartbroken and sad, but now when she thinks of him, the sadness in her heart seems to have disappeared.

There was only a faint sadness, as if she was lamenting that the man she had dreamed of as her perfect husband had just slipped away from her.

That gentle, ethereal face was still so familiar, so clear, and still breathtaking, yet it didn't stir a single ripple in her heart.

Just like, it's pure appreciation for him, but without a trace of admiration.

In that instant, when she thought of the person she loved, a figure in dark ink suddenly flashed into her mind. He was tall and slender, with slightly raised eyebrows, and his beautiful, deep black eyes were unfathomable. A charming smile, both ambiguous and wicked, played on his thin lips, captivating all who beheld him and bewitching her heart.

No, no, no!

Fang Qingyou was startled by her own feelings; how could she have thought of Luo Qianmo?

How could this arrogant, aloof, haughty, cold, shameless, lecherous, rogue, and cunning man possibly be the person she likes?

No, no, that's impossible.

She doesn't like Luo Qianmo, she doesn't like Luo Qianmo, she absolutely doesn't like Luo Qianmo!

Fang Qingyou shook her head vigorously, trying to shake that figure that shouldn't be there out of her mind, but the more she resisted, the clearer the figure became. Those dark eyes stared at her almost without blinking, as if forcing her to imprint his gaze into her mind.

Suddenly, Yuefei exclaimed, "Miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

It's no wonder Yuefei thought that way. Fang Qingyou's face suddenly turned bright red last night, and she kept shaking her head vigorously as soon as she woke up this morning. It seemed that she was really sick, and quite seriously so!

Fang Qingyou didn't know whether she should be glad or not, because thanks to Yuefei, that figure shattered in her mind in an instant.

The reason she was unsure was that she didn't know how to answer Yuefei. She had the reasonable excuse of being frightened last night, but what about this morning?

Could it be that she had a dream she shouldn't have had?