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

After taking the medicine, there was a noticeable improvement in both the hidden and accumulated injuries in his body...

Only then did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Their arduous journey to find this Orchid Mist Jade Mushroom was truly worthwhile; it is indeed a rare and precious medicine, and its effects are immediate.

Fang Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief, but Luo Qianmo's eyes darkened slightly.

He could feel that his hidden injuries had healed considerably; this medicine was indeed an excellent treatment.

Therefore, he should have been happy, even just seeing the smile on Fang Qingyou's face.

But for some reason, he always felt that she couldn't wait for him to get better immediately so that she could leave him right away?

Because she had been paying close attention to Luo Qianmo, her gaze almost never leaving him, Fang Qingyou noticed the change in his expression this time.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart suddenly jumped again.

"Eighth Prince, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"Not yet." The answer was brief and the tone was indifferent.

Although Luo Qianmo said he was fine, Fang Qingyou became even more nervous and examined his pulse more carefully.

If one were to divide their mental energy into ten parts, she would be using twelve parts of it at this moment.

Fang Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief only when the effects of the medicine gradually subsided in Luo Qianmo's body and his pulse returned to normal.

But as she withdrew her arm, she couldn't help but gasp, because she realized that her fingers and arm were stiff from holding the position of taking Luo Qianmo's pulse for so long. Now, every movement felt numb and tingly, and her hand didn't even feel like her own.

Come to think of it, the medicine had been working in Luo Qianmo's body for over an hour, and she had maintained this posture for over an hour as well.

Noticing Fang Qingyou's change, Luo Qianmo suddenly grabbed her hand and, before she could react, gently massaged her wrist...

And you know what? His rubbing immediately reduced the soreness and numbness quite a bit.

Fang Qingyou looked at Luo Qianmo with some strangeness. This arrogant prince was always being served by others. She never expected that he could do such a caring thing.

The technique and force were just right, making it seem skillful and natural.

Perhaps sensing Fang Qingyou's confusion, Luo Qianmo glanced at her indifferently and said calmly, "When my hands get sore from practicing swordsmanship, this is how I massage them."

Fang Qingyou: "..."

Does Luo Qianmo have X-ray vision? How could he see through her thoughts at a glance?

She didn't mention that her experience came from massaging other people's hands frequently.

Yes, she really didn't think that Luo Qianmo's experience might have come from serving the women in his backyard; in fact, she didn't.

However, she couldn't believe that his experience came from serving those big men like Xuanzhu, Xuanhuang, and Xuanlan, cough cough.

Realizing what she was thinking, Fang Qingyou gave herself a good scolding. She was overthinking things; how could she have made such a long connection all at once?

Once the soreness and numbness in your arm have almost completely subsided, you should immediately pull your hand away.

As a result, his arm felt as if it were bound by iron clamps, and he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

Fang Qingyou forced a smile, saying, "Eighth Prince, my hand isn't sore anymore."

What she was thinking was, "Is Luo Qianmo trying to take advantage of me again?"

Time and time again, is it going to happen again this time?

"Miss Fang, do you really enjoy kicking someone after they've served their purpose?"

Fang Qingyou was stunned for a moment. Whenever she was alone with Luo Qianmo, this man would always call her Youyou in a cheesy way. This was the rare time he called her Miss Fang.

Seeing his somewhat mournful expression, I immediately felt a pang of guilt.

Her current behavior does seem a bit like crossing the river and burning the bridge; she's using Luo Qianmo and can't wait to get rid of him.

But if you don't pull away, don't you feel that this posture is too intimate?

So, he awkwardly said, "Eighth Prince, thank you."

"No need for thanks." Luo Qianmo's voice was originally calm, but it suddenly became much lower: "Youyou, you don't need to thank me. Just remember what you promised me."

Fang Qingyou was suddenly stunned. She couldn't react for a moment. She couldn't remember what she had promised Luo Qianmo.

It wasn't until she saw Luo Qianmo's smile gradually widen, becoming a half-smile, that she suddenly understood.

A sudden urge to escape arose within me.

Could he be talking about his girlfriend?

Well, she was just saying it casually, but Luo Qianmo actually took it seriously.

Not only have I kept this in mind for so long, but I also bring it up several times a day.

Originally, it was a matter with no set timeframe, but now that we have this medicine, it seems like it will be resolved in the next few days?

I thought that by this point, Luo Qianmo would stop talking, that he was just obsessed with her because he couldn't have her. I didn't expect him to be serious.

Seeing that Fang Qingyou did not respond for a long time, Luo Qianmo's long, sharp eyebrows suddenly rose, revealing a dangerous look: "Miss Fang, are you planning to go back on your word?"

The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped significantly, making one feel a chill.

At this moment, the face before me, which could captivate all beings, was sinister and cold, and beneath its beautiful exterior seemed to lie a fury that could be ignited at any moment.

Fang Qingyou was suddenly startled. Even if she wanted to go back on her word, she didn't dare to break it.

She now realized that when this man was truly angry, he would coldly address her as "Miss Fang."

Luo Qianmo's reaction was terrifying. It gave her the feeling that if she said no, this man would fly into a rage, like an enraged lion that would tear its prey apart once its anger erupted.

So she held back, held back again, forced a smile, and finally a smile appeared on her face.

"Eighth Prince, how could I possibly go back on my promise?" Fang Qingyou thought that her smile must be very ugly, or perhaps even uglier than crying.

After glancing at Luo Qianmo's slightly softened expression, he continued, "However, Eighth Prince, I would like to make three requests of you."

The tone didn't ask anything at all; is this considered informing someone?

Luo Qianmo's sharp eyebrows rose even higher: "What are the conditions?"

"Eighth Prince, I, Fang Qingyou, am a woman of my word. I said I'd consider being your girlfriend, and I won't go back on my word. But as I explained to you before, 'girlfriend' means someone I can get to know better and see if our personalities are compatible..."

"So?" Luo Qianmo took over the conversation, his gaze fixed on Fang Qingyou's eyes. He understood all of this, so what were the conditions?