Shang Qinghua gets snowed in at the office. With a dead phone and no way to get home, his best option for the night is the one presented by a rather prickly boss.
“How are you getting home?” Mobei Jun asks, and Shang Qinghua shrugs.
“Walking?” He suggests, and Mobei Jun narrows his eyes. “Well, no, it's too far and there are no cars nearby. So I was thinking I’ll just stay at a hotel…”
Shang Qinghua trails off as he is met with silence. Mobei Jun simply stares at him, his icy blue gaze pinning Shang Qinghua to the spot. Shang Qinghua thinks he can see an idea percolate behind the man’s eyes, but it is most likely a trick of the light. After all, what could he—
“I live a ten minute walk away,” Mobei Jun states more than says. “It may just be easier to stay the night at my place.”