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

Fang Qingyou didn't think she was bad at all. She was just trying to help people get married. How could she be bad in the slightest?

Yuefei's face was already very red, but now it was so red it looked like it could bleed.

She had always known that Fang Qingyou was very direct, but she never expected her to be this direct.

Yuefei really didn't want to talk about what happened back then, but her loyalty and obedience forced her to tell the whole story.

Seeing Yuefei's flushed face, Fang Qingyou smiled brightly.

Unexpectedly, their Yuefei has blossomed into a peach blossom.

I always thought she would become an older single woman because she always had a blank expression.

"Miss Fang." Just as Fang Qingyou was smiling contentedly, Xuan Lan's voice came from outside.

Instantly, Yuefei's face turned bright red.

Even his usually impassive face showed a hint of panic.

Knowing that Yuefei was afraid that Xuanlan would overhear their conversation, Fang Qingyou winked at her.

Was this meant to comfort her, or something else? Yuefei felt she hadn't quite grasped Fang Qingyou's meaning.

However, she increasingly felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Seeing that Yuefei was trembling with nervousness, Fang Qingyou held her hand and gave her a reassuring look.

Seeing this honest and adorable girl so uneasy really broke my heart.

"What is it?" Fang Qingyou asked while comforting Yuefei, looking towards the outside of the tent.

"Miss Huifang, it's His Highness. He said he's not feeling well..."

Before Xuanlan could finish speaking, the tent flap was suddenly pulled open.

Before them appeared Fang Qingyou's anxious figure.

"Feeling unwell? What's wrong?"

Xuan Lan was somewhat surprised by Fang Qingyou's reaction. After thinking for a moment, she replied truthfully, "I don't know what happened either. I just saw that Your Highness's face suddenly turned pale."

Just when I thought Fang Qingyou would ask something else, I saw her pick up her medicine box and head towards Luo Qianmo's tent.

By the time Xuan Lan realized what was happening, Feng Huan had already run past him with the medicine box.

Inside the tent, Yuefei was shocked.

When the young lady heard that His Highness was in trouble, she rushed to the tent entrance almost instantly.

He got up, walked over, lifted the curtain, and completed the whole sequence of actions in the blink of an eye.

Even she was somewhat surprised by the speed.

Little did they know that while their gazes were fixed on Fang Qingyou's back, their eyes met Xuan Lan's.

Yuefei averted her gaze almost instantly, recalling the various events at the Demon Shadow Palace and what Fang Qingyou had just said, and dared not look at Xuanlan.

She was just glad that they were far enough apart that Xuanlan wouldn't notice her blushing face.

In fact, Xuan Lan did not notice Yue Fei's abnormality because he was worried about Luo Qianmo's health, so he immediately followed after Fang Qingyou left.

Their eyes met only for a fleeting moment.

Seeing Xuanlan leave, Yuefei quickly composed herself and followed after her.

Only then did she become extremely worried, wondering what had happened to His Highness.

Inside the tent, seeing Luo Qianmo's pale face, Fang Qingyou was extremely worried. Before even putting down her medicine box, she rushed to the bedside.

Without saying a word, he reached out and placed his hand on the pulse point on the wrist.

Seeing the obvious anxiety and worry on Fang Qingyou's face, Luo Qianmo's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

This little woman, he probably hasn't even realized how nervous she is about him.

Fang Qingyou frowned slightly. This morning, she had examined Luo Qianmo's body, and at that time, apart from his still-healing serious injuries, he showed no other abnormalities.

Even the poison showed no signs of manifesting.

But now, I've caught a cold.

Luo Qianmo's wrist was a little cold. After taking his pulse, Fang Qingyou covered him with a blanket.

"Luo Qianmo, you're dressed a bit too lightly."

Fang Qingyou's tone was somewhat annoyed. This Luo Qianmo, whose body temperature was always on the colder side, was still only wearing a single robe in this late autumn season.

How can he avoid catching a cold?

Fang Qingyou thought that Luo Qianmo refused to wear more clothes because of his germaphobia. In her opinion, it was because he didn't cherish his own body, so she couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Really? I didn't feel cold." Luo Qianmo's words were absolutely true. He didn't catch a cold because he was dressed too lightly, but because he had just taken a cold bath, and for quite a long time.

Don't ask him why he would take a cold bath on such a late autumn night; it's all because of that venison.

He knew that venison had a yang-tonifying effect, and it wasn't the first time he had eaten venison.

But this was the first time I had eaten so much venison, and also the first time I had truly experienced the effects of venison.

He didn't know if his physical abnormality was because he ate too much venison at once, or because Fang Qingyou was by his side.

All he knew was that his body was once again generating some kind of primal urge.

Originally, it would have been fine if Fang Qingyou hadn't mentioned it, but recalling her bold and composed expression, he seemed to be losing control of himself even more.

At that moment, seeing her hurried departure, he inexplicably felt a hunting-like urge.

It seemed as if she were his prey, and he couldn't help but want to grab her, devour her, and clean her up completely.

Finally, this desire grew stronger and stronger until it became so strong that he could no longer control it.

So he could only take a cold shower.

This time, Fang Qingyou's annoyance suddenly dissipated.

It's not that I don't blame Luo Qianmo, but rather that I find it strange.

Luo Qianmo has a very good physique, has practiced martial arts for many years, and has Xuan Zhu to specially regulate his body. Logically speaking, his body should always be warm, so how could it be cold?

Whenever I touched his body, it was always slightly cold; when he was seriously injured, his body was as cold as ice water.

Ironically, despite his body being so cold, he showed no signs of being cold at all.

For example, his face did not turn blue, nor did his body tremble.

Fang Qingyou had always found this very strange.

But now that Luo Qianmo says he's not cold, it seems even stranger.

Is it true that it's not cold?

Is it just a convenient excuse, or is it the real truth?

Fang Qingyou was unaware that Luo Qianmo's dark eyes were something she could never see through.

However, this did not lessen her annoyance.

"Luo Qianmo, whether you feel cold or not, I hope you can wear an extra layer of clothing in the late autumn, in the morning and evening or when it's windy."

A cold is not a difficult disease to treat, but it is still bad for the body, especially since Luo Qianmo is also injured.