<blockquote>Shen Yuan’s eyes widened when he opened the door to find his regular courier standing there, drenched, pitiful and dripping copiously onto his door mat. Luo Binghe looked like a particularly handsome drowned rat.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Shen Yuan said with a wince. “I tried to cancel! It just came on so suddenly—seriously, fuck rainy season.”
Luo Binghe had received the cancelation text, and he had ignored it. He knew how to work in these conditions, and Shen Yuan needed to eat. God only knew what the man would try to bolt down if Luo Binghe left him to his own devices.</blockquote>
