PDLP Chapter 310 Alluring Yet Deadly
Chapter 310 Alluring Yet Deadly
Luo Qianmo tapped Fang Qingyou's forehead, his tone somewhat annoyed: "Stupid woman, do you think I, the prince, care about this worthless herb? I only let you stay because I was afraid you would be in danger. Who would have thought you would think of me like this?"
Fang Qingyou's forehead throbbed from the knock, but she didn't rub it immediately. Instead, she stared blankly at the man in front of her.
Luo Qianmo did it all for her?
He was the one who came to save her last time.
This time, however, he didn't want her to be in danger.
Such appreciation deeply touched her heart.
She couldn't help but ask herself again and again, "Does this man in front of me really cherish her as his own life?"
Seeing Fang Qingyou's stunned expression, Luo Qianmo's long, sharp eyebrows suddenly twitched, and his eyes turned somewhat cold, but not in a way that kept strangers at bay, but rather a coldness that forced people to look him in the eye.
"What, you doubt me, the prince?"
This kind of Luo Qianmo made her feel extremely dangerous. Fang Qingyou suspected that if she dared to say no, he could crush her with a single finger.
Fang Qingyou shook her head decisively: "No, no, how could I dare to doubt the Eighth Prince?"
Even if you have doubts, doubts, endless doubts in your heart.
Fang Qingyou felt a little contempt for herself, but what could she do? Given Luo Qianmo's temper, he really was capable of doing such a thing.
Should we really let Luo Qianmo crush us to death?
A wise woman doesn't suffer losses in front of her!
At this moment, the coldness in Luo Qianmo's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle warmth. The faint smile on his lips was as soft as the wispy clouds in the sky, seemingly capable of softening one's heart.
Fang Qingyou almost fell for Luo Qianmo's smile once again.
Fortunately, it was cool at the moment, and mountain winds kept blowing up from below. The autumn wind brushed against her cheeks, which quickly brought her back to her senses.
Realizing what had just happened, Fang Qingyou deeply despised herself.
Similarly, I once again express my deep admiration for Luo Qianmo's ability to change his expression. This man can be as cold as winter frost one moment and as gentle as spring water the next.
This freely changing personality is truly astonishing.
Little did Fang Qingyou know, she had just regained her senses when she was instantly stunned again.
This time, I wasn't captivated by Luo Qianmo's extraordinary talent, but rather terrified by him.
Just moments ago, Luo Qianmo suddenly leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, asking tenderly, "Youyou, does it still hurt?"
The spot he kissed was the very spot he had just knocked on.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it lands gently and departs quietly.
It seemed as if it had never happened, but the ripples spreading across the lake proved that it had existed.
Fang Qingyou felt that patch of skin instantly become burning hot, not knowing whether it was from the pain or from being frightened by him.
Moreover, the intense heat seemed to be spreading.
Fang Qingyou quickly reached out and rubbed her forehead, because she didn't know what else to do besides that.
She felt that she must look very silly at that moment.
She was even more annoyed with herself, realizing that her IQ would drop to an extremely low level every time she was with Luo Qianmo, to the point that she often couldn't keep up with what was going on.
Seeing Fang Qingyou rubbing her forehead, Luo Qianmo's lips suddenly curved upwards, exuding an extremely wicked charm: "What's wrong, Youyou? Are you still in pain?"
As he spoke, Luo Qianmo leaned closer again, seemingly intending to kiss Fang Qingyou once more.
Startled, Fang Qingyou quickly shook her head: "No, no, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Although she shook her head, she kept nervously rubbing her head with her other hand, while she grabbed Luo Qianmo in fear that he would really kiss her again.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore?" Luo Qianmo seemed not to believe Fang Qingyou and asked again.
Fang Qingyou was shaking her head, but then she realized what she was doing and quickly nodded, "Really, really, it really doesn't hurt anymore."
Then, driven almost mad by her own fears, she looked at Luo Qianmo with a resentful expression, her eyes full of accusation: "Eighth Prince, can we talk properly? Next time, when you want to say something, can you just say it directly?"
Can we stop resorting to physical contact all the time? Can we stop engaging in intimate contact all the time?
They either hug or embrace, they either hold or kiss.
This is really scary, okay?
Fang Qingyou felt deeply that when Luo Qianmo was with her, he was like a walking beast, with an aura that could not be controlled by reason.
While saying this about Luo Qianmo is somewhat of an exaggeration—after all, he wasn't quite that beastly—this statement does accurately describe his terrifying behavior.
Of course, Fang Qingyou only dared to think these words in her heart, but dared not say them to Luo Qianmo's face.
She said that if she really said those words, she felt that he might actually live up to the title of "beast".
After so many back and forths, she was truly terrified of Luo Qianmo. This man wasn't afraid of death or imperial power; what else was he incapable of doing?
Just as Fang Qingyou was inwardly complaining, she saw Luo Qianmo suddenly nod seriously: "Yes, I usually just say what I want to say directly."
Then, he looked at Fang Qingyou with a puzzled expression: "Youyou, do you think I didn't speak properly that one time?"
Fang Qingyou shook her head, but of course, she did so against her will.
Just when Fang Qingyou thought Luo Qianmo would agree to tone it down a bit, she saw a smile suddenly bloom on his lips, like the most enchanting and radiant flower in the world.
But what came out of his mouth was only Fang Qingyou's name: "Youyou".
The sound was soft and gentle, like slender willow branches brushing across the lake.
Fang Qingyou's heart trembled, and a very bad feeling suddenly arose.
Because of Luo Qianmo's appearance, besides his intense allure, she also sensed an extreme danger.
This man, with that expression, is just like the most beautiful poppy, its blooming flowers dazzling yet containing the most potent poison in the world.
Alluring yet deadly.
"Eighth Prince..." Fang Qingyou replied with a forced smile, instinctively wanting to back away.
She subconsciously felt that as long as she stayed away from Luo Qianmo, she could stay away from danger and avoid bad things from happening.
However, when she tried to move, she found that she still couldn't move her body; what was holding her back was still Luo Qianmo's long, jade-like hand.
Fang Qingyou's face immediately fell. Could there be anyone more miserable than her?
"Youyou, I miss you."
Suddenly, a soft whisper, like the most tender murmur between lovers.
The gentle mountain breeze carried the whispering sound, which lingered and quietly entered Fang Qingyou's ears.