He nods with understanding at the correction, noting it for later use, which won't be too long from now. His cock sure isn't getting any softer because of it, though.

Being tugged coaxes Sizhui into moving to the desk's edge, his hands instinctively reaching to grip it because while he doesn't think Jiang Cheng will let him fall, it's one of those ‘just in case’ sort of things. At least until the older man tells him to undress.

Oh, this is really happening... but what's the catch? “Yes, sir.” He shifts, reaches for the button on his jeans, exhaling a sigh of relief once it pops open, slender fingers dipping into the sides to start working them off his hips, over the curve of his ass, down pale, creamy thighs, revealing the pretty white panties underneath. Jiang Cheng was right, his dick is already hard, straining against the lace, leaking precum from a little manhandling. “I am... mmn.” So much so, it's quite tempting to touch himself, but he resists (for now) and begins removing the undergarments, too. Slower, even, in case Jiang Cheng wants him to wait for whatever godforsaken reason.