Shang Che was in a good mood, humming a tune as he stepped into the living room in his Doc Martens.
No sooner had he crossed the threshold than a teacup, followed by a splash of boiling tea, came flying at him, shattering at his feet.
Steaming tea splattered onto his boots. Shang Che stopped, one eyebrow arched, and lowered his gaze to look at the tips of his shoes.
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