Did he just? He's asleep at his desk. This has got to be the only reason why Wei Wuxian's student, his star student, is splaying himself over his desk and why said student is leaning over him, speaking things like that. He narrows his eyes as he looks at him. Is this a weird game of chicken? Some kind of hazing that Sizhui needs to do? Seduce a professor? Fine, he won't make it easy for him.

"Is that why you've been prancing around in the tightest pants possible, bending over every surface you could find, and sucking down on those cherry lollipops?" he growls quietly. "You understand every fucking perv on campus has been ogling you? Oh...I get it; it's some kind of hazing you're doing. Late in the year to do that." One hand lifts up from the arm of the chair and into the length of his dark hair, twisting his fingers in it before yanking his head back sharply. "Or are you trying to act out so that I'd snap and take you over my knee and teach you a lesson?"