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

However, when Fang Qingyou tried to discern what the scent was, the already faint aroma had vanished.

I wonder if it was blown away by the night wind?

However, after this change, Fang Qingyou's mood calmed down considerably.

After enjoying the night breeze for a while, he turned around and went back to the tent.

However, he made a firm decision.

From now on, I must cherish life and stay away from Luo Qianmo.

At night, in her sleep, Fang Qingyou felt that she could smell that fragrance again, which permeated her dreams all night.

So when I woke up the next day, I felt so refreshed.

However, for some reason, the fragrance was very clear in my dream, but when I woke up, it seemed to have disappeared.

After waking up early, Fang Qingyou finished exercising and was stretching her body when she felt as if a gaze was watching her from behind.

She glanced to one side, then immediately looked away, because the one looking at her was none other than Luo Qianmo.

So, Fang Qingyou pretended not to notice and continued to complete the stretching movements. Then, deliberately not looking at Luo Qianmo, she headed straight back to the tent.

Little did they know that there was a slight pause in the middle of her seemingly natural and graceful movements.

This pause made Luo Qianmo realize that she must have noticed his presence.

However, it seems she still remembers what happened last night. Is she deciding to ignore me?

His dark eyes deepened. Could this be considered a double loss for him? Not only did he catch a cold, but she also avoided him like the plague.

Last night, he only meant to tease her, but he didn't expect her to be so angry.

Fang Qingyou was deliberately avoiding Luo Qianmo, but after taking only one step, she suddenly smelled that fragrant scent again.

So, almost subconsciously, I turned my gaze toward the direction from which the fragrance was coming.

then……

Then, inevitably, he met Luo Qianmo's gaze.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched violently. She only wanted to see where that fragrant scent was coming from, but instead she saw Luo Qianmo.

What a coincidence! She had originally intended to pretend she hadn't seen him.

Although it was clearly too late to pretend she didn't see him now, she still decided to ignore him.

Luo Qianmo is definitely the kind of shameless beast. Once you give him a little smile, he can be brighter than the sun.

Give it a little rain, and it will climb up the vine, no matter how hard you try to shake it off.

So, Fang Qingyou forced herself to ignore the fragrant scent coming from the tip of her nose and turned to walk back.

As soon as I took a step, Luo Qianmo's voice, tinged with surprise, rang out behind me: "Youyou, good morning."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

Isn't it obvious enough that she's making it clear?

Couldn't Luo Qianmo see that she didn't want to talk to him?

After a slight pause, his steps suddenly quickened.

She kept telling herself that she couldn't hear her, couldn't hear her.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qianmo called her name again: "Youyou".

Seeing that Fang Qingyou had walked quite a distance away and that she still ignored him, Luo Qianmo's voice became somewhat pitiful.

"Youyou, why are you ignoring me?"

That pitiful tone sounded just like that of a child who doesn't get any attention.

Fang Qingyou: "..."

He probably knows better than she why she's ignoring Luo Qianmo.

Knowing his shamelessness, I kept walking forward without looking back, but then I felt a gust of wind brush past me, and then most of the light in front of me was blocked.

What came into view was that captivating face, which seemed to hold a hint of grievance.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched involuntarily. Luo Qianmo had actually blocked her way, standing directly opposite her.

"Youyou, why are you ignoring me?" Her expression was filled with sorrow, like a resentful demon.

"Huh? Eighth Prince? Ah, I, I didn't see you just now." Fang Qingyou finally forced herself to squeeze out a sentence, because she had a premonition that as long as she ignored Luo Qianmo, the wall of flesh in front of her would not move.

"Can't you see me? Then can you see me now?" Luo Qianmo seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then, as if he believed Fang Qingyou's words, he suddenly leaned down and brought his face closer to hers.

So, the distance between his face and her eyes was now only a few inches.

Fang Qingyou felt that if the two of them blinked at the same time, their eyelashes would touch.

Therefore, she took a step back without making a sound, remained silent, and just stared at Luo Qianmo.

He didn't speak, nor did he show any other expression; it seemed he was simply indicating that he had seen him.

Unexpectedly, she took a step back, and Luo Qianmo took a step forward.

"Youyou, what's wrong? Can't you see it now?"

puff--

Fang Qingyou was almost spitting blood. Luo Qianmo didn't seem to realize anything at all. How could his entanglement technique be so amazing?

With such a big face right in front of her, how could she not see it?

Getting this close, do you really think she's nearsighted or blind?

He wanted to reply, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he realized that the distance between them was even closer than before, almost touching.

At such close range, if she even moves her lips, they'll touch Luo Qianmo's... face, okay?

So, he silently took another step back.

"Eighth Prince, I see you now. Hello, Eighth Prince. Goodbye, Eighth Prince."

Fang Qingyou took a few steps to the side, moving herself away from directly opposite Luo Qianmo.

As a result, her hand was suddenly grabbed by a slender, jade-like arm.

"Youyou, I'm not feeling well." Luo Qianmo's expression was somewhat gloomy: "You know, I have a cold, and I'm not feeling well at all."

"Youyou, you clearly saw me, but you ignored me. Don't you even want to ask how I am?"

Seeing Luo Qianmo's pitiful appearance, Fang Qingyou felt an urge to go crazy.

This man is getting better and better at playing the victim.

Last night, although she left in anger, she eventually calmed down and had Yuefei deliver the prescription to Luo Qianmo.

His cold wasn't serious, and he should be almost fully recovered by today. Yet here he is, feigning helplessness to gain sympathy.

Even if he hadn't taken his medication last night, his condition wasn't exactly bad.

That bastard always pretends to be pitiful to gain sympathy.

Hmph, she hasn't forgotten his teasing last night.

Time and time again, they've taken advantage of her status as a patient to manipulate her; it's gotten to the point.

Although she cursed Luo Qianmo countless times in her heart, Fang Qingyou remained indifferent on the surface and continued his conversation.

"Then, Eighth Prince, how are you feeling now? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

He complained that she didn't ask about his situation, but now she's asking.