Something Wicked Is Sure to Happen Tonight

Blurb (screenshot saved): Three years ago, Yao Yelan was framed by wicked schemers and poisoned with a lust-inducing toxin. It could control a person's mind through desire. If he didn't have sex with someone within an hour, he would bleed from every orifice and die. Yao Yelan had a backbone of steel. He would rather die than let the poison control him and make him suffer such humiliation. Staggering, he ran into a gloomy forest, intending to end his life in that quiet, deserted place while he was still in his right mind. But he hadn't expected there to be someone else in the forest. An exceptionally handsome man, naked as the day he was born, was soaking in a pool of blood. He raised his cold gaze toward Yao Yelan, who had collapsed by the edge of the pool, his cheeks flushed pink and his breathing ragged. "Are you here to help me cure my poison?" Yao Yelan gazed at the man through unfocused eyes. In his heart, he wanted to say, Hell no! I'm not an antidote! But when he opened his mouth, every sound came out as a seductive moan. The handsome man approached him coldly, then covered his burning cheek with a cool hand. "You're poisoned too?" "In that case, how about you cure my poison, and I'll cure yours?" "Don't be afraid. I won't let you die." Yao Yelan didn't say a word the entire time, but inside, he screamed it a thousand times over. Idiot! Don't touch me! Who said I wanted you to help cure my poison? Hey, hey! Don't take my clothes off! Aaaaaah! * Three years later, Yao Yelan's eyes were covered with white cloth, and he walked forward, tapping the ground with the green jade blind man's cane in his hand. He hadn't died, but he had gone blind. To investigate the disappearance of the third young lady of the Li family, he came to Youming City. Using his keen sense of smell to track the evil spirit behind the crime, he accidentally smashed a porcelain vase with his cane. He heard the vase was worth a fortune. He couldn't afford to pay for it. Before long, the vase's owner, Yan Wushu, came looking for him. "Have we met before?" asked the cool, distant man. Yao Yelan sniffed Yan Wushu's scent, then his face fell. What a small world. The idiot might not remember him, but Yao Yelan remembered the idiot's scent all too well... Remembering the humiliation of losing his virginity back then, Yao Yelan felt sick. He had no intention of settling the score with Yan Wushu. He just wanted to stay far away from the man and have nothing more to do with him. * Just as Yao Yelan was planning to get away from Yan Wushu, he discovered something. Whenever Yan Wushu's lips touched his body, his blind eyes could somehow see again. It only lasted an hour, but for Yao Yelan, even that was better than nothing! So Yao Yelan began to endure his disgust and often pretended to brush Yan Wushu's lips by accident, just to give his eyes an hour of light. * Watching Yao Yelan approach with his cane, Yan Wushu puckered his lips from ten meters away. Yes, Yan Wushu knew exactly what Yao Yelan was thinking. If Yan Wushu hadn't wanted it, how could Yao Yelan possibly have touched his lips? Proud, blind beauty and ghost-hunting master uke x domineering, aloof (but not toward the uke), all-powerful Ghost King seme Reader's guide: 1. The blurb focuses on the romance. The main story is a paranormal anthology, with the romance and plot running side by side. 2. More to come. Theme: Live with integrity and a clear conscience