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

"Yue Lian, if you see the Eighth Prince, please tell him that I want to see him."

Fang Qingyou didn't want to see Luo Qianmo at all. She hadn't forgotten that she had just vomited on him, and he was probably furious. She didn't know how he would punish her.

However, she had no choice but to see Luo Qianmo; otherwise, who would she ask about She Yuyan's whereabouts?

When I first started drinking with Yu Yan, she was still quite sober, but later on, I couldn't remember what happened very clearly. The only thing I was sure of was that she was drunk.

She's so drunk she doesn't even know how Luo Qianmo brought her back to his villa. I'm afraid She Yuyan's condition isn't much better.

In order to avoid being discovered by She Ruifeng and Madam She, She Yuyan only took Hongping with her when she went out.

If she also gets drunk, Hongping might not be able to take care of her by herself.

As a doctor, she knew very well how difficult it was to take care of an intoxicated person, whose body was extremely heavy and who was very difficult to move.

The more Fang Qingyou thought about it, the more worried she became. She wondered how She Yuyan was doing and whether she had left the restaurant.

If she hadn't left, would something have happened to her in the restaurant? After all, a drunk woman is too dangerous.

If she left, where did she go? If she went straight back to the She residence, it would expose her. If she didn't go to the She residence, would she think of going somewhere else to sober up?

As she thought about it, she didn't know if it was because she was too anxious, but she felt her stomach churning again. She wanted to vomit but couldn't, and it was so uncomfortable because it was stuck in her stomach.

Fang Qingyou tried her best to reach out and massage several acupoints on her chest for a while, which finally suppressed the uncomfortable feeling.

She finally felt a little better and busied herself for a while, but then she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, so she simply closed them to rest.

A while later, I heard the sound of the door being opened.

Fang Qingyou suddenly opened her eyes and looked happily toward the door.

"Moon Lotus..."

But then there was no sound at all.

She then realized that the person who came was not Yue Lian at all, but Luo Qianmo.

"Greetings, Eighth Prince." Fang Qingyou greeted Luo Qianmo in a low voice, looking embarrassed.

What she was really thinking was, "Is Luo Qianmo here to settle scores with me?"

Seeing that he had just taken a shower, his hair was still half-dry, and he had changed into a new set of clothes, my heart sank even further.

Luo Qianmo ignored Fang Qingyou, only gave a cold snort, and walked towards her step by step.

As he drew closer, Fang Qingyou's heart sank lower and lower.

Given Luo Qianmo's temper, wouldn't he have the urge to kill her?

Just as Fang Qingyou was feeling uneasy, she saw Luo Qianmo place a food box on the table, then take out a bowl and coldly extend it in front of her.

Fang Qingyou was stunned for a moment. She hadn't seen what was in the bowl yet, but she could smell the aroma of hangover soup.

So, her jaw almost dropped in surprise as she stared at Luo Qianmo in disbelief.

Luo Qianmo didn't come to settle scores with her, but to bring her a hangover soup?

Seeing that Fang Qingyou didn't reach out to take it, Luo Qianmo held the bowl out towards her again, his expression even colder: "Drink!"

Just one word, and you could tell he was trying hard to suppress his anger.

Fang Qingyou's body trembled, and she hurriedly reached out to take the bowl, but her strength gave out as soon as her hand touched it.

Afraid of spilling the hangover soup, she immediately added another hand, preparing to hold the bowl with both hands to drink the medicine.

But then she saw the bowl that had been extended in front of her suddenly retract.

Fang Qingyou looked at Luo Qianmo in confusion. Was he planning not to give her the hangover soup again?

Just as she was wondering, she saw Luo Qianmo holding a bowl in one hand, with a stern face, holding the bowl to her mouth.

Fang Qingyou felt frightened. Was Luo Qianmo trying to feed her medicine in that position?

Then, Luo Qianmo's voice, so cold it was almost like he was gritting his teeth, was heard: "Drink!"

A cold shout startled Fang Qingyou, who immediately leaned close to the bowl and obediently drank the hangover soup.

She didn't know why she was being so obedient; perhaps she felt guilty for causing trouble, or perhaps she was simply frightened by Luo Qianmo.

Fang Qingyou drank the hangover soup quickly, so fast that she almost choked several times.

Fortunately, the bowl was deep enough that she soon couldn't reach the bottom half of the medicine with her mouth.

She was about to lean her body up a bit, but before she could move, Luo Qianmo moved the bowl down and tilted it to the side, so that she could drink the hangover soup again.

From then on, whenever she couldn't reach the bowl to drink her medicine, Luo Qianmo would automatically move the bowl to accommodate her.

So, the bowl of hangover soup was quickly finished.

At this moment, Fang Qingyou quickly moved her mouth away.

She seemed to enjoy being fed medicine by Luo Qianmo, but only she knew how uncomfortable it was.

I was absolutely terrified, okay?

After taking the medicine, Fang Qingyou immediately felt much better in her stomach. Just as she was wondering if she could ask She Yuyan about it, she heard Luo Qianmo's cold voice ring in her ears again: "Come here."

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou's subconscious reaction was, what is Luo Qianmo going to do now?

Turning her head, she saw that Luo Qianmo was holding a square handkerchief in his hand.

She suddenly realized that she had just taken medicine and hadn't wiped her mouth yet.

So he quickly reached out to take the handkerchief.

But then, the handkerchief avoided her hand and went straight for her mouth.

Then, Fang Qingyou's mouth was wiped by him.

Luo Qianmo's movements were stiff and forceful, wiping her mouth until it hurt a little, but she dared not complain at all.

He immediately put on a flattered expression and said, "Thank you, Eighth Prince."

"Hmph." All that was received in return was a cold snort from Luo Qianmo.

Fang Qingyou smiled awkwardly; it seemed that the tactic of trying to please Luo Qianmo often failed.

Luo Qianmo tossed aside the handkerchief, sat down on the edge of the bed with a cold expression, and asked in a icy voice, "You were looking for me?"

Knowing that they were about to get down to business, Fang Qing didn't dare to anger him any further and asked in a low voice, "Eighth Prince, I came to you to ask you something. I wonder where you found me? Did you see Miss She when you found me?"

"What do you think, Miss Fang?" Luo Qianmo didn't answer, but instead asked Fang Qingyou a question.

His face, which had been cold, turned completely black, clearly indicating that he was even angrier.

Fang Qingyou rolled her eyes speechlessly. She was drunk at the time and had no idea what had happened. If she had known, why would she have asked him?

However, he certainly had reason to be angry.

Having caused this trouble herself, she didn't dare to give Luo Qianmo a hard time, so she said apologetically, "Eighth Prince, I'm really sorry about what happened just now..."