Chevon isn’t tasty, Binghe!

Naive. Sheltered. Shen Yuan found those terms rather unfair. He’d had the internet his whole life! He was perfectly genre savvy, and had been traumatized by plenty of urban legends and creepypastas that slipped past censors. He was aware enough about the police, and how calling them on a possibly homeless and injured person wouldn’t be a good call. They were the tools for the rich. Which... Shen Yuan was. But more so were the property managers of the ward.Shen Yuan had never seen a homeless person, which was telling enough. If this was a webnovel or manga, inviting the man up into his apartment would begin either an urban-fantasy adventure, or a romantic subplot. However, Shen Yuan wasn’t an energetic, plucky teen or a buxom, plucky girl.If he brought a complete stranger in off the street, it would probably end up being a slasher flick!-----Goat!Shen Yuan meets Wolf!Luo Binghe and misunderstands the genre of this fic.