No Flirting in the Corpse-Ridden Cemetery

[Supernatural Arts] [Powerhouse] [Tomb Raiding Adventures] [Mystery and Crime Solving]

[Insulted, burden-bearing, roguish flirt of a bottom VS impeccably dressed, aloof top]

[Student x Secretary-General]

Yan Yu and Zhai Wei only wanted to sneak into the villain's mansion to gather evidence. Who knew they'd stumble upon a murder scene?

He ran and accidentally hid in the home of Zhai Wei's older brother, Zhai Qing.

What Yan Yu didn't know was that the corpse he'd touched was infected with an unknown ancient virus.

After a night together, they woke up with an alluring purple flower-shaped totem on their backs.

Not only was Yan Yu going to die, but he'd infected Zhai Qing, too.

As a powerful secretary, how could Zhai Qing simply wait to die? He got ready to set out and even scooped Yan Yu up like a rabbit.

They ventured into the Devil's Cave, explored the Wilds of Beasts, visited the Sea King's Palace, and climbed the Ten Thousand Ghosts' Withered Peak.

They turned a desperate search for medicine into a honeymoon trip, with a domineering CEO and his soft, adorable wife.

Yan Yu had always thought Zhai Qing was the person who treated him best, aside from his uncle.

But when the truth came out, he learned that the past thirteen years had all been an elaborate, carefully planned deception.

Yan Yu: "When did you realize I was getting close to you on purpose?"

Zhai Qing: "From the beginning."

Yan Yu stared at him in disbelief. "Then why did you save me back then?"

Zhai Qing leaned in and licked his slightly dry lips. "What do you think?"

#TonightI'mDancingOnTheCoffinLid

#WhyIsSecretaryZhaiSoSecretlyNaughty

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This novel is also titled The Funeral Master. It is part of the Autumn Equinox series.

Color scheme: [Azure Phoenix + Qilin Resin]

[Plot-driven, supernatural arts, both leads are each other's first, treasure-hunting adventures]

[Set in a fictional world, with invented details. One of a series. Please don't flame it if it's not your thing.]

Theme: Looking back, the lights are dim and distant