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

She seemed willing to marry Luo Qianmo, and whenever she thought about her future with him, she felt an unexpected longing in her heart.

However, she didn't know why, but she was always unwilling to take that step.

"Eighth Prince, don't you think I'm too young? Is it really appropriate for me to get married at such a young age?"

Luo Qianmo looked Fang Qingyou up and down with sharp eyes: "We can get engaged first, can't we?"

This little woman is indeed too young; she hasn't yet shed her naivety. Even if he's unwilling, he has no choice but to wait for her to grow up.

Fang Qingyou felt speechless, especially since she still needed his help.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and looked ready to go all out, even at the risk of his life: "If that's the case, as long as His Majesty agrees, I have no objections."

She kept telling herself, "Fine, fine, I'm already married. I was already on a sinking ship when I agreed to be Luo Qianmo's girlfriend. Now that I want to get off, this thief won't let me off the hook."

Given his temperament, he would rather betray the whole world than let the world betray him. She should just accept her fate; in this lifetime, she'll probably only be able to marry Luo Qianmo.

Otherwise, if she dared to think about other men, I really suspect Luo Qianmo would wipe out their entire families.

At the same time, she kept comforting herself, "Oh well, oh well, Luo Qianmo is the Eighth Prince after all. If I marry him, I will be the Eighth Prince's Consort. I will live a life of luxury and comfort."

If one day he really ascends to the throne, maybe she can even become an empress?

Luo Qianmo's lips curled into a smile that suddenly blossomed into a radiant one: "So, Youyou, you've agreed?"

Now that she'd come to terms with it, Fang Qingyou stopped dwelling on it; to keep worrying would just be pretentious.

She nodded readily and said, "I agree. But Luo Qianmo, please don't forget what you promised me. You promised me that you would only have me as your woman in this life."

Agreeing to marry Luo Qianmo is one thing, but she cannot accept that he has three wives and four concubines.

You're kidding. With so many women in the backyard, everyone's pointing fingers at her. She probably won't even know how she died.

She didn't want to live such a tiring life.

"I won't forget." Luo Qianmo's smile widened, his gaze fixed intently on Fang Qingyou: "My wife."

His smile was as bright as a delicate flower in spring, as dazzling as a newborn sun. Against his stunningly handsome face, which could captivate all beings, Fang Qingyou was momentarily dizzy, and it seemed that even her heart swayed gently with his smile.

After realizing what was happening, she glared angrily at Luo Qianmo: "Don't call us that. We're nothing yet."

Unexpectedly, the smile on the man's lips vanished without a trace, replaced by extreme danger.

You're saying we're nothing?

"Nothing at all," the words were emphasized, and the dark gaze seemed capable of killing.

Fang Qingyou's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly shook her head: "No, no, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, how could we be nothing more than that?"

Unfortunately, Luo Qianmo's face remained icy cold.

Fang Qingyou twitched the corners of her mouth, immediately flashing what she thought was an incredibly beautiful smile, and winked at Luo Qianmo: "Mo Mo, I just misspoke, you won't blame me, right? Mo Mo..."

At the same time, she gently shook his arm.

She was so embarrassed by her own cheesy manner; she thought her coquettish way of acting must be incredibly ugly.

Whether it's ugly or not is another matter, as long as it works.

Everyone says that being coquettish is a woman's most powerful weapon, but I wonder if it works?

"Hmm." Luo Qianmo suddenly smiled, and with a gentle hook of his long, jade-like arm, he pulled Fang Qingyou into his arms.

The distance between the two suddenly closed, and Fang Qingyou was stunned for a moment. She didn't dare to struggle and could only smile even more sweetly: "Mo Mo, you don't blame me anymore?"

Could she think that her coquettishness worked?

"I don't blame you." Luo Qianmo smiled, pinched Fang Qingyou's chin with one hand, and gently lifted it up. His dark eyes stared at her without blinking, as beautiful as crystal: "However, you'd better behave your mouth from now on and not make any more slips of the tongue."

"Mmm," Fang Qingyou quickly and obediently replied.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the stunningly beautiful face suddenly bent down and was already within arm's reach.

However, her lips were captured by slightly cool lips, as if domineeringly seizing them, yet also savoring them gently.

With a "boom," she felt all the blood rush to her head, causing her brain to short-circuit and completely lose the ability to think.

She didn't push him away, but simply accepted his unique warmth and scent.

In her heart, it was as if a beautiful butterfly had taken flight, fluttering its wings and creating a series of fine ripples in her heart.

Luo Qianmo seemed to be particularly skilled at kissing. In just a few moments, Fang Qingyou felt her heart melt, and she involuntarily stood on tiptoe, wanting to get closer to him.

Sensing this subtle change, Luo Qianmo opened his eyes and saw Fang Qingyou's thick, soft eyelashes fluttering gently, one flutter after another, as if brushing against his heart.

His hand involuntarily slid to the back of her head, gently cradling it, and he savored her taste even more intently.

A sweet, tingling sensation filled my heart.

This silly little woman clearly likes him, but she can never recognize her own heart.

After a long and passionate kiss, Luo Qianmo was the first to leave.

Looking at that beautiful little face with its eyes slightly closed, covered with a thin layer of pink but clearly not satisfied, and then seeing those slightly pouting, red and luscious lips, he almost couldn't help but want to kiss her again, and only with great difficulty did he suppress the flame that suddenly rose up.

"Youyou, are you reluctant to part with me?" Luo Qianmo asked, feigning calmness, but only he knew how dissatisfied and restless his heart was.

But he couldn't continue any longer, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to hold back.

Now is not the time. He said he would leave her body and soul for that legitimate night.

"Nonsense, who wouldn't want to part with it?" Fang Qingyou immediately came to her senses and quickly tilted her head to the side.

She was actually incredibly embarrassed because she had just realized that she hadn't kissed him enough and was very unwilling for Luo Qianmo to suddenly stop.

Moreover, she actually took the initiative to move closer to him.

How incredibly embarrassing!

She was really scared of herself. How could someone so young be so sexually unsatisfied?

However, it must be said that Luo Qianmo's kissing skills are getting better and better. This time, she felt like her body was melting like snow.