"Just what the hell are you implying?" he asks lowly when Sizhui seems so determined to get into his personal space.

He absolutely does not jerk forward when Sizhui pulls him by his tie. He unwinds the maroon material from his long fingers and tugs his tie back, straightening and clearing his throat. He fixes his tie again and levels Sizhui with a hard stare. It's a trap. It has to be a trap. There's security cameras around the campus for the safety of the students. And the campus actually does close down at certain points of the night. Jiang Cheng hadn't told security that he would be pulling late hours today.