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

Otherwise, would you expect her to keep her eyes closed and act like a block of wood, with her clothes sticking to her body wet and uncomfortable?

Sure enough, the moment I opened my eyes, I was met with those beautiful, dark eyes.

His eyes shimmered like sunlight on water, clear and captivating.

"Youyou." The man's soft yet gentle voice came from beside her ear.

Fang Qingyou felt a sudden, gentle tremor in her heart, a lingering sensation that lasted for a long time.

"Eighth Prince." He looked away somewhat awkwardly, no longer daring to stare into those captivating eyes.

“Youyou, I still prefer you to call me by my name.” The man’s gaze deepened. He didn’t know why, perhaps because no one in the world dared or would call him by his name except her. Every time he heard her call his name, he would feel a special sensation in his heart.

I always felt that she was different.

He always felt that this would bring him and her closer.

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou was taken aback. Actually, she was used to calling people by their names and not by the Eighth Prince, but it seemed that only this title could remind her that there was an insurmountable gap between them, which would make her sober up from her infatuation.

"The Eighth Prince's status is such that I dare not overstep it."

She would only accidentally call out his name when she was extremely angry or in other very emotional situations.

Luo Qianmo's gaze suddenly darkened. Was it because he dared not or was unwilling?

However, the anger in her eyes instantly turned into grievance.

Suddenly, Luo Qianmo lowered his eyes, his brows furrowed with gloom, and a sense of desolation and sadness enveloped him.

He looked so pitiful, like a child who couldn't get candy, so pitiful that it broke your heart.

Fang Qingyou suddenly felt a sense of guilt, as if she had done something heinous and remorseful.

"Youyou, you promised me you would take responsibility for me." Even her voice was filled with such disappointment that it made anyone who heard it feel sad and heartbroken.

However, Fang Qingyou's self-blame vanished completely in an instant.

She rolled her eyes speechlessly. She had said she would take responsibility, but what did that have to do with calling his name?

Although she said she would take responsibility at the time, it was out of necessity.

Does calling his name mean she's taking responsibility for him?

If that's the case, she'd be willing to call his name a hundred or a thousand times, let alone a hundred.

"Luo Qianmo, does calling your name mean I'm taking responsibility for you? And then we can just let this matter of responsibility go?"

Seeing the glint of shrewdness in Fang Qingyou's eyes, Luo Qianmo smiled coldly to himself, but his expression became even more aggrieved.

"Youyou, you've already called my name, so are you unwilling to take responsibility for me again? You once said you would take responsibility for me, have you forgotten?"

puff--

Fang Qingyou almost spat out a mouthful of blood. She had called him by his name, not some kind of husband, lord, or husband-husband.

If being called by a name means being responsible to someone, wouldn't she have to be responsible for too many people?

However, Luo Qianmo's reminder made Fang Qingyou remember their current situation.

They seem to be in the lion's den right now, yet they're here leisurely discussing matters of responsibility?

"Eighth Prince, do you think we should try to leave here now?" This was both a change of topic and a reflection of his true thoughts.

She was fine before, but now, seeing this pool of water in front of her, she felt uncomfortable, as if she were soaking wet all over.

Right now, she desperately needs a hot bath and a change of clean clothes.

Luo Qianmo did not respond to Fang Qingyou, but instead gave her a mournful look.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched, and she quickly changed her words: "Luo Qianmo, shouldn't we look for a way out?"

She thought Luo Qianmo would respond to her this time, but he sighed with some disappointment: "Youyou, actually I'd rather you call me Momo."

puff--

Fang Qingyou coughed up blood again. Luo Qianmo was definitely the type who got the benefit but still acted innocent.

In order to leave this place as soon as possible, she risked being accused of disrespecting the royal family by calling his name, but now he's showing his disgust.

Doesn't it seem too cheesy and overly sweet to ask her to call him Mo Mo?

Just thinking about it gives her goosebumps.

Ink, ink...

As she kept calling out in her mind, Fang Qingyou's face suddenly turned bright red, because the sound of "Mo Mo" had somehow turned into "Mo Mo" as she kept saying it.

If she calls him that, is she asking for a touch, or does she want to touch him?

Fang Qingyou quickly shook her head, feeling that the title was too vulgar, utterly obscene.

Seeing her face suddenly turn red, Luo Qianmo's dark eyes seemed glued to her face, staring at her without blinking, as if he wanted to see into her heart in one glance.

"Youyou, does your reaction mean you're willing or not? If you're willing, just call me directly. You don't need to be so shy and reserved."

Fang Qingyou's lips moved slightly; it would be a miracle if she could actually scream!

She simply turned her head away, deciding to ignore his burning gaze.

Then, pretending to sit up from the ground, he slowly got up, only to suddenly feel a sharp pain in his head.

"Ouch!" He groaned, clutching his head in pain, and looked up at the culprit who had caused him this suffering.

As a result, her smooth, jade-like chin was immediately noticeable.

Okay, so it turns out she bumped into Luo Qianmo's chin earlier. His chin looks so smooth and tender, but it's so hard. It made her head spin.

"Youyou, does it hurt?"

Fang Qingyou was about to say that she was not in pain, otherwise, should she say that she was in pain?

Before she could even speak, she felt a slightly cool hand cover her head and gently rub it twice.

"Youyou, does it still hurt?"

For some reason, Fang Qingyou suddenly remembered the joke that a boyfriend's kiss on his girlfriend could "cure all diseases".

Isn't her current situation exactly like that one?

All she wanted to say was, if touching it could make the pain go away, then what would be the point of having doctors?

In that case, even a miracle doctor like her would probably lose her job.

Fang Qingyou turned her head awkwardly: "I'm fine."

She had no doubt that if she said it hurt, Luo Qianmo would probably rub her head for a while longer, and maybe even kiss her head.

Just thinking about it made her feel so nauseous she couldn't stand it.

Therefore, he quickly changed the subject: "Luo Qianmo, let's get out of here quickly. Don't you think it's cold to stay here soaking wet?"

If she doesn't leave soon, she'll get goosebumps all over her body, not from the cold, but from the nausea of ​​being so affectionate!