It's when the bun is about halfway finished and his teacup is empty that Sizhui finally, albeit with obvious reluctance, pushes himself more upright, looking less dazed but still rather rosy-cheeked.

“Most definitely. I'll have to do a bit of research, see what I can dig up, consider what I might like.” A beat of silence, followed by, “And anything you'd enjoy, too.”

On cue, his attention darts back to Jiang Cheng, one hand holding the blanket around himself, the other planting on the man's thigh while he turns himself around to face him properly. “Does this mean we should exchange phone numbers?”