Quiet, gentle humming is what he manages through most of the praise, though as coherency begins returning and his legs finally stop shaking so much (despite being crisscrossed), Sizhui leaves one hand on the cup, reaches with the other to dust his knuckles against Jiang Cheng's cheek.

“You're welcome, and thank you again. Seriously, it was phenomenal.” Yet altogether somehow indescribable, too.

The longer he rests and more tea he drinks, the better his state becomes until he's almost fully recovered, looking far perkier and bright-eyed as he reaches to take the offered piece. Aftercare isn't so bad, either. To be honest, he could easily fall into a weekly meet-up, especially given all the benefits. He eats the bit of bun, washes it down with another drink, lingering longer than necessary against Jiang Cheng, but he can't help himself.