He's very nearly revealing the pretty little flowers hidden underneath his clothes, and yet he hesitates at the sight of Jiang Cheng's nervousness. Both arms fall back to Sizhui's sides, head faintly tilting, his own expression creasing with concern.

“Jiang Cheng,” he starts, moving toward him, hands firmly glued beside his hips despite the ever-present urge to touch him. “For one, I will never, ever say that what we're doing isn't consensual. No matter how terrible a fight we could possibly have, that can ruin someone's life, even more so than you getting fired and myself getting expelled.”

Keeping distance between them that's still respectable, Sizhui straightens further, making certain to meet Jiang Cheng's eyes the whole time when he speaks, “What happened back in your office, nobody will know, I swear to you.” A beat before he continues, undeterred. “And whatever we do here, if we do anything, it won't leave the apartment. This doesn't have to be anything more than the two of us meeting up and just. Relieving some stress, okay?” Another brief pause and his hands slip into the pockets of his sweatshirt. “But if you aren't comfortable, I'll leave and we can act like nothing ever happened because I won't force you into something you don't want, either.”