He brings Sizhui close enough so that their faces are a hair's breadth away from each other. It's a dangerous game. Sizhui played at the very edges of Jiang Cheng's restraint and now, offering himself up like this, practically splayed all over his desk and turned on just from grabbing his hair, it barely holds Jiang Cheng responsible for his actions. He takes a few deep breaths.

"There are rules at this institution, young master Lan, against students and teachers engaging in any kind of activities that are not academic," he says lowly, not keeping the snarl out of his voice. "So I'm not going to put my hands all over you like you want so badly. But you're going to listen and do exactly what I say, do you understand me?"