Yeah, he did, and it is most certainly not a dream. Sizhui's been waiting for a moment like this, pleading with whatever higher powers to give him one chance and here they are. Everybody knows he's been desperately trying to get Jiang Cheng's attention, in all the ways he mentions and then some, but as the situation starts unfolding before him, it feels like he's the one dreaming.

“I've been hoping you'd finally notice,” he admits then he continues in a lower murmur, “It's not hazing and I don't care who else is looking, so long as you are. Everyone else only gets to look, whereas you, on the other hand, I would—” but he cuts off abruptly, a surprised gasp passing his lips whenever Jiang Cheng reaches for his hair, gets a good handful and none too gently tugs his head back. Sizhui inhales, slow and steady, eyelashes fluttering as he tightens his hands, fingernails scraping over leather, the heat blatant in his cheeks. “Please. I'm hoping you'll put your hands all over me, to be honest.”