“Alright then.” There's still the lingering hint of uncertainty, but a quick glance downward surely alleviates any doubt he may have. Sizhui bites his lower lip, considering, then he bridges what little distance there is between them, hooks both arms around Jiang Cheng's middle and presses up flush against him.

“So... does that mean you'll think about me when I'm gone? And jerk off while you do?”