When the first fat drops hit the ground, Zhao Yunlan is surprised they don't sizzle away in the heat. Dusty gray asphalt turns speckled and then pure, slick black. His boots splash in new puddles as he lengthens his stride, making it inside just on time.
"What are you doing here?" His husband stops, surprised.
"There's a storm, so I'm giving you a ride home."
"You're wet," Shen Wei says with fond exasperation.
"Whoops," Zhao Yunlan grins.
Shen Wei sighs as he steps outside, making an umbrella of pure power. And at home, he gets Zhao Yunlan warm and dry.