bitch he might be. there's a pause, liu sang having trouble hearing anything over the pounding of his own damn heart. he's glad rishan's view of him is askew, so he can't see how red his cheeks are. "... yes, yes I am."

"alright..! give me an hour to set everything up, okay? we can meet up at the shop." he was jumping up now, ideas filling his head.

he nods, his heart fluttering as rishan spoke. good lord, the guy really had liu sang wrapped around his fucking finger. it took him a good chunk of his time to prepare the food and throw everything in the basket, but he made it to the shop with a couple minutes to spare.

He's fucking tired.