Even the world's greatest playboy would find it less a blessing than a torment if every woman he glanced at wanted to sleep with him. No one could stand that.
Basmo's words, "You're the only one who benefits," instantly set Luo Qian off. "What did you say? I'm the one benefiting?" Master Basmo was a dwarf to begin with. As Luo Qian loomed over him in a fury, the guilty master shrank back and seemed to lose another inch. "No," Luo Qian roared. "You have to find a way to fix this! I'll return your fee if I have to. I'm dropping this commission!" Master Basmo straightened his back and put on a stern face. "Luo Qian, do you know who you're talking to? Watch your tone. Hmph!" Luo Qian was furious. I've turned into a walking aphrodisiac, and you're still putting on airs? He pressed his forehead against Basmo's and shouted down at him, "This is how I talk! What are you going to do about it?"
Basmo was no Feng Feitian. He could bluster when he was in the wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to strike Luo Qian down. His tone softened at once. "All right, all right. What do you want me to do?" "Find a way to undo it," Luo Qian said. Basmo faltered. "But... it's an aphrodisiac, not a poison. Where would I find an antidote?" Luo Qian's heart sank, though he clung to a shred of hope. "But you're a Grandmaster of Alchemy. Surely you can get this strange potion out of me?" Basmo lowered his head and spoke quietly. "It's not all bad, is it? The girl you like feels the same way. You're dry kindling and blazing fire. As for the others, pay them no mind. They'll go into heat anyway.