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

However, he did not stop wiping Fang Qingyou's tears. Instead, he continued to wipe the tears from her cheeks without changing his expression before slowly withdrawing his hand.

If it's something he wants to do, whether consciously or unconsciously, he will definitely finish it.

Afterwards, Luo Qianmo looked at Fang Qingyou with a calm expression: "Miss Fang, has the wind in my mansion blinded you?"

He was so calm, as if what he had just done was a very ordinary and normal thing.

Fang Qingyou, however, could not remain calm. She stared at Luo Qianmo for a long time, her mind swirling with countless thoughts. In the end, all her emotions boiled down to a somewhat awkward "Mm."

Fang Qingyou really wanted to call Luo Qianmo a pervert for daring to take advantage of her, but his expression was too calm and composed, as if he was really just wiping away her tears, making it impossible for her to curse him.

And most importantly, who can blame him but the arrogant Eighth Prince?

Cursing him? Fang Qingyou felt that the most likely outcome would be that she would gain temporary emotional relief but would have to pay a bloody price.

Fang Qingyou really wanted to ask Luo Qianmo why he wiped away her tears. Showing tenderness to women wasn't his style, and he didn't need to do that at all.

Although her appearance had become much more beautiful than before, she could only be described as pretty at best, not enough to make someone like Luo Qianmo fall head over heels for her.

So, why, why, why?

Fang Qingyou actually wanted to say that the skin on Luo Qianmo's hands was just too good; she was so captivated by the feeling that she didn't even want to seek justice for her own face...

However, Fang Qingyou dared not do that, otherwise Luo Qianmo would definitely think she was a perverted infatuated womanizer.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou felt that she could only silently swallow this loss and then seek revenge from Luo Qianmo later.

No, no, let's not have a future.

Every time she saw Luo Qianmo, she felt like she was so scared that she would lose a few years of her life. With his arrogant status as the Eighth Prince, she, a commoner, could only let him do whatever he wanted to her.

If possible, it would be better for everyone to never see each other again.

"Hmm." Luo Qianmo responded calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Little did people know that Luo Qianmo's inner self was not as calm as his outward appearance.

How could he feel pity for a woman?

When did he become like this, or is it only Fang Qingyou who is like this?

Luo Qianmo didn't know the answer, but he was sure he would find it soon.

Fang Qingyou: "..."

Seeing Luo Qianmo's calm reaction, Fang Qingyou felt very uncomfortable, so she quietly pushed the empty teacup in her hand in front of Luo Qianmo.

You can't scold him; you can only enslave him to vent your anger.

He wanted to invite her for tea, so she should enjoy her tea.

Luo Qianmo calmly refilled Fang Qingyou's empty teacup with tea and, as before, placed it in front of her.

Fang Qingyou picked up the teacup, and the rich aroma of tea filled her mouth and nose, refreshing her mind and body.

If the first cup is about memories and reminiscence, then this cup is for tasting and enjoying.

That delicate, orchid-like fragrance lingered in my mouth and spread throughout my body...

A cup of tea instantly dispelled Fang Qingyou's embarrassment and frustration.

As a result, Fang Qingyou forgot that she had originally planned to leave the Eighth Prince's residence as soon as possible.

Blue waves, summer lotus.

The aroma of tea, the sweetness of fruit, and the beauty of the man.

The sky gradually darkened without us even noticing.

Having enjoyed her fill of fruit and tea, Fang Qingyou glanced at the darkening sky and suddenly felt a little anxious. She had been eating and drinking in the pavilion for so long, and she had no idea what time it was.

If the city gates are closed, how will she get back?

At this moment, Fang Qingyou remembered the purpose of her visit to the Eighth Prince's residence. She quickly took out the white brocade robe again and handed it to Luo Qianmo: "Eighth Prince, your clothes."

At this moment, Fang Qingyou felt much more relaxed when facing Luo Qianmo.

Perhaps because they had spent half an afternoon together, she felt that although the Eighth Prince had a strange temper, he didn't seem as terrible as she had imagined.

Fang Qingyou didn't expect that this thought would only last for a few moments before being quickly dispelled.

This time, Luo Qianmo finally accepted the clothes, but at the same time, he stuffed a jade pendant, its emerald green color glistening, into Fang Qingyou's hand: "Miss Fang, thank you for your hard work. This jade pendant is a reward for you."

Yes, it was stuffed in.

“Eighth Prince, I dirtied your clothes, so I should have washed them for you. There’s no need for any reward. This…” Fang Qingyou could tell at a glance that the jade pendant was no ordinary item, so she quickly pushed it back.

Even if it were just an ordinary jade pendant, Fang Qingyou would not accept anything from Luo Qianmo. She did not want to have any further relationship with him, not even the slightest one.

It was only natural for her to wash his clothes, but the sight of his jade pendant gave her the feeling that her story with Luo Qianmo was not yet over.

No way!

Before Fang Qingyou could finish speaking, Luo Qianmo interrupted her: "What, Miss Fang, do you not like my jade pendant?"

At this moment, Luo Qianmo's eyes were slightly upturned, and his originally clear eyes suddenly turned dark, making him appear exceptionally dangerous.

Looking at Luo Qianmo like this, Fang Qingyou felt that he would get angry if she didn't accept the jade pendant.

However, Fang Qingyou still wanted to give it a try.

"Eighth Prince, this jade pendant of yours is too precious. It is such a pity to give it to me."

"Since I want to give it to you, then you won't regret keeping it," Luo Qianmo said calmly.

In fact, Luo Qianmo was somewhat surprised. He knew that Fang Qingyou had good taste, but he did not know that she also had a knowledge of jade and could tell at a glance that this jade was not an ordinary item.

Similarly, Luo Qianmo was even more puzzled. He knew everything about Fang Qingyou, so he didn't know how she had developed such insight.

"Eighth Prince, can I not take this jade pendant?" Fang Qingyou asked persistently, unwilling to give up.

Luo Qianmo's expression instantly turned cold. No one had ever dared to refuse the gifts he bestowed, yet Fang Qingyou had refused him again and again.

Fang Qingyou was unaware of Luo Qianmo's thoughts. She only felt that the temperature around her dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, turning from summer back into winter. She no longer dared to push the jade pendant out.

Sensing Luo Qianmo's anger, Fang Qingyou quickly lowered her head and acted obediently: "Thank you for the reward, Eighth Prince. I have been bothering you at your residence for so long, it is time for me to go back. Please allow me to."