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

In her opinion, Luo Qianmo, as a prince, probably didn't want to be ordered around, and even less so to treat a woman with acupuncture.

This man has everything; she really doesn't know what could possibly move him.

Getting him to agree will probably be no easy task.

However, Fang Qingyou still hoped to persuade Luo Qianmo. Firstly, she simply didn't have the strength to administer acupuncture to herself; secondly, there were several acupoints on her back that she couldn't reach to administer the acupuncture; and thirdly, it was just the two of them here, so who else could she turn to if not him?

Luo Qianmo kept staring at Fang Qingyou, his gaze indifferent, without saying a word.

Just as Fang Qingyou was about to give up, she saw Luo Qianmo suddenly raise the corners of his lips: "Okay."

Fang Qingyou's expression brightened, but her smile froze the next moment because Luo Qianmo looked at her with a grin and said, "Youyou, if I accidentally touch your body while I'm giving you acupuncture, will you make me take responsibility for you?"

When performing acupuncture, the needle must be inserted into the correct position. Normally, the needle must touch the body, so how could it be an accident?

Luo Qianmo must have said that on purpose.

Fang Qingyou wanted to tell him not to take responsibility, but the way he looked at her seemed like he was very willing to take responsibility for her.

However, Fang Qingyou still followed her heart and shook her head: "Luo Qianmo, I will not let you take responsibility for me."

Let alone the fact that she herself asked Luo Qianmo to give her acupuncture, and that he only touched her because he was saving her, it seems a bit unfair to make him take responsibility for that.

If he really had to take responsibility, she felt that he should indeed take responsibility for the time he forcibly kissed her.

"Aren't you going to take responsibility?" Luo Qianmo was somewhat disappointed, but no matter how you looked at it, his disappointment seemed to be an act.

"Youyou, if you don't take responsibility for yourself, how am I supposed to administer acupuncture to you? You know I never like to take advantage of others, and I certainly won't let you suffer a loss."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

Rolling his eyes, could Luo Qianmo's skin get any thicker?

What do you mean he doesn't like taking advantage of people? How many times has he taken advantage of her? Aren't those taking advantage of her?

These words now make him seem so pure and gentlemanly.

Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth, about to say something, when she saw Luo Qianmo say with a wronged expression, "Youyou, have you ever thought that when I accidentally touch your body, you might accidentally touch mine too? If I don't take responsibility for you, does that mean you won't take responsibility for me either?"

This wasn't the first time I'd seen Luo Qianmo feigning grievance, but it was truly the first time I'd seen him act this way.

Fang Qingyou almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Luo Qianmo was acting just like a wronged little wife, as if she was afraid that her husband would abandon her.

It's obvious that she is his man.

"Luo Qianmo, I promise to take responsibility for you. So, are you willing to administer acupuncture to me now?" Fang Qingyou said through gritted teeth.

Otherwise, what should she do?

Physical contact involves two parties.

Indeed, when Luo Qianmo encountered her, she would inevitably run into him.

Even if she doesn't care, Luo Qianmo does.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qianmo finally smiled: "Youyou, does that mean you're willing to let me take responsibility for you?"

Fang Qingyou gave an unnatural "hmm". Making her take responsibility for him and making him take responsibility for her are actually no different, okay?

"Then let's start now."

"My silver needles are in my belt." Seeing Luo Qianmo's deep smile, Fang Qingyou looked away uncomfortably, afraid that she would not be able to resist stopping him from administering the acupuncture.

She had finally managed to persuade Luo Qianmo, so how could she give up halfway because of such a slight embarrassment?

Actually, if you think about it, touching waists isn't a big deal. In modern society, dance partners not only hug each other's waists, but also hold hands and even touch cheeks when dancing.

She's a modern person, surely she can't even get over this hurdle?

However, the next moment, Fang Qingyou regretted it.

Touching someone's waist is fine, but Luo Qianmo's touch was definitely an act of groping, and it was clearly intentional.

Fang Qingyou gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to explode in anger: "Luo Qianmo, my silver needles are in the middle of my belt."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body stiffened, because another hand quickly landed on his abdomen.

"Luo Qianmo, did you see that?" Fang Qingyou's face was flushed red, she was angry, ashamed and annoyed, she knew that Luo Qianmo was deliberately taking advantage of her but she still had to endure it.

With his keen senses, he would have spotted her silver needles at a glance, but instead he deliberately groped around her waist and stomach for so long. He really had no restraint in taking advantage of her.

"I saw it." Just when Fang Qingyou felt she was about to collapse and burst out, Luo Qianmo took out her set of silver needles from the middle of her belt.

Then, he deliberately stared at her flushed face and asked in surprise, "Youyou, why is your face so red?"

Fang Qingyou suppressed her urge to explode in anger. He had taken advantage of her so much, and then asked her why she was blushing.

"Luo Qianmo, please start the acupuncture quickly. It's probably not safe to stay here any longer."

"Alright."

Fang Qingyou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luo Qianmo, please use this silver needle to acupuncture my acupoints first..."

Unable to move her hands, Fang Qingyou could only guide Luo Qianmo with her eyes and words. Fortunately, the man was very perceptive and could understand her words without her saying anything. He could even accurately pick up the silver needles that she pointed to with her eyes, so she didn't need to explain in detail or say much.

The two worked together with remarkable synergy.

In that instant, Fang Qingyou felt that Luo Qianmo was really suitable to be her assistant.

Having been in this world for so long, this is the first time she has encountered such a suitable candidate.

However, this idea was just a thought for her. The dignified Eighth Prince was giving her, a commoner, as his assistant. Not to mention Luo Qianmo's attitude, Emperor Mingde would probably kill her if he found out.

Once the acupuncture began, Luo Qianmo became unusually serious. When inserting the needles, he didn't linger on Fang Qingyou for even a moment longer. Whether it was his fingers or his gaze, he seemed to be focused solely on the treatment.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou felt that this man seemed quite suitable to be a doctor. Just his focused attitude alone earned him a perfect score.

However, she didn't know that Luo Qianmo's focus wasn't on healing people, but rather on the fear that something might go wrong when he was administering acupuncture to her.

He always kept everything under control, but he was never at ease with her.

Moreover, this was his first time administering acupuncture and his first time saving someone as a doctor.

This was also the real reason why he initially rejected Fang Qingyou, because what he held in his hands was her life and her trust.

That's why, despite appearing remarkably calm on the surface, he was actually extremely nervous inside.