That makes him giggle, an amused, airy little thing which hardly qualifies as a laugh while he lifts one hand and gently taps Jiang Cheng's chin.
“Give yourself – and me! – some credit, professor. I'm not so easily deterred.”
He can't speak for Jiang Cheng, but from what he can tell, the man is far more interested than he's letting on. Sizhui slides the blanket from his shoulders, dragging it deliberately over the side of his neck, well-aware it'll rub off some of the perfume lingering there, then he reaches out and tosses the fabric over Jiang Cheng's shoulders, settling the ends against his chest. He drops flat back onto his feet after, does a neat heel-turn, goes to collect his discarded bag along with the sweatshirt that'd been dropped onto the floor during their activities.
Once he's resituated, hoodie back on and the bag over his shoulder, Sizhui removes a bottle, gives himself a quick spritz or two before placing the item back into one of the outer pockets on the satchel and heading toward the door. It's tugged open and, “As you wish,” is what he says, but following a brief pause and a half-lidded glance over his shoulder, “Daddy.” Then he slips out, making sure to close the door behind him.
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“Give yourself – and me! – some credit, professor. I'm not so easily deterred.”
He can't speak for Jiang Cheng, but from what he can tell, the man is far more interested than he's letting on. Sizhui slides the blanket from his shoulders, dragging it deliberately over the side of his neck, well-aware it'll rub off some of the perfume lingering there, then he reaches out and tosses the fabric over Jiang Cheng's shoulders, settling the ends against his chest. He drops flat back onto his feet after, does a neat heel-turn, goes to collect his discarded bag along with the sweatshirt that'd been dropped onto the floor during their activities.
Once he's resituated, hoodie back on and the bag over his shoulder, Sizhui removes a bottle, gives himself a quick spritz or two before placing the item back into one of the outer pockets on the satchel and heading toward the door. It's tugged open and, “As you wish,” is what he says, but following a brief pause and a half-lidded glance over his shoulder, “Daddy.” Then he slips out, making sure to close the door behind him.