The pressure on his neck isn't hurtful and it doesn't seem like it intends to do any harm whatsoever. Sizhui does feel what he thinks he's supposed to; the faint press, slight dizziness of blood loss for just a few moments, which makes his head swim delightfully and has stars winking into his vision. Is that what it's for?
He doesn't give pause either, keeps right on bucking his hips in quick, measured thrusts, making sure to drag the heat of himself over Jiang Cheng's lap again and again. Maybe Jiang Cheng is only worried about his pleasure, but Sizhui's focused on them both, intent on getting his partner off just as much as he's planning to come, too. Another fluid motion forward into the hand on his cock then back and forth and back, surefire and steady— until Jiang Cheng squeezes, tells him he can't come without his permission.
It wrings a breathless yelp out of him, makes him halt his motions as absolute astonishment overtakes his features at him actually laying claim to his cock. He nods, both to show he understands and that he meant what he said. “I am.” Then his arms lift somewhat, hands stretching, fingers groping for nothing in particular while he squirms harder. “Oh, it— it feels so good... Faster, Daddy, please!”
Faster? He speeds his strokes up, steady and quick and sure.
"You say please so nicely, princess. Just as nice as the pretty little
things you wear for me. Do the lacy ones feel good against your skin? Your
stockings look so cute, clipped to your garter belt. There's so many pretty
things that you have, don't you?"
When he can tell Sizhui is close to the edge, he stops and takes his hand
completely away from his cock. Jiang Cheng counts steadily, waiting for his
breath to even out, waiting for him to come back from the edge a
significant amount before stroking him quickly and firmly again. Once he
could see Sizhui on the edge once more, he takes his hand completely away.
The hand around his throat relaxes to a loose hold, not needing the edges
of Sizhui's vision to get dark. Not this time.
His own hips buck faster too, perhaps somewhat desperately, in an attempt to keep tempo with Jiang Cheng's motions.
“Please... please,” is all he can beg at first, incoherency taking over, pleasure at the forefront of his mind and ever-growing with the sweet words tumbling from the other male's lips. “Y-Yes, I like it. I wa–ah!–want more. Want to... to show them all to you.”
He's so close, so goddamn close, and then Jiang Cheng's hand stops, moves away, leaves his dick twitching, but in turn, Sizhui stops moving his hips. He takes however long is necessary to catch his breath, whimpering and shuddering against Jiang Cheng's back to the point he drops his bound arms, uses both hands to help hold himself upright. Then the hand returns once he's calmed, teetered away from the edge, only to work him right back up to it before withdrawing again. By that point, he's already a pitiful mess, mindlessly bucking his hips back against Jiang Cheng, mouth watering as he moans through a partial (though absolutely pleasured) sob after the hand moves from his neck, “Jiang Cheng, I'm so close! P-Please, Daddy... let me come.”
“Oh I know you’re close, princess,” he murmurs against his ear, growling a
little. “I want you to be a begging, strung out mess, and begging for
Daddy, asking if you can come properly.”
He caressed his hip, pinning Sizhui tight against him. He looks down over
his shoulder at the weeping hardness.
There's a whole new sensation altogether, one that makes him shiver again, goosebumps rising on his skin despite the heat pooling low in his belly. He huffs wetly, lets his face downturn as he gives a pathetic whine at being denied again.
However, having Jiang Cheng murmuring in his ear and keeping their bodies so close together, Sizhui's planning to take advantage of this in an unexpected way.
“Daddyyy,” he drawls, almost too petulant, his arms lifting and one hand gently guiding Jiang Cheng to face him after he turns, red, spit-shiny lips momentarily brushing over his mouth while he asks this time, “Pleasepleaseplease, may I come?” His cock is leaking freely and swollen, possibly to the point of uncomfortableness, yet Sizhui makes no pained complaint, just begs oh-so-prettily about finally being allowed to orgasm like Jiang Cheng wanted.
He places an almost chaste, gentle kiss on his shoulder, right near where
the bright strap of the bra is. Then another, then another. He keeps his
hands away from the swollen and leaking cock, knowing that it's near the
point of uncomfortable pain. And he hadn't even used a cock ring yet. Maybe
something lacy, pretty, to wrap up Sizhui to bind him until he can't take
it anymore. For now, he'll show mercy.
"Okay, princess," he whispers in his ear.
He grips Sizhui's bound wrists in one hand, bringing them tight against
Sizhui's chest and strokes hard and fast with his other hand.
Oh, that's— What soft little gestures! Sizhui's teeth sink into his cheek, muffling another moan as the sweet kisses drop onto his shoulder, causing more goosebumps to prickle all over his skin. If he had a little less self-control, he very well might've come right then and there, possibly too fond of how pleasant Jiang Cheng's lips feel on that particular spot. Honestly, it's a rather good distraction from his aching hard-on, if anything.
Which Jiang Cheng is finally going to relent, thank goodness.
He gasps at the whisper, cock twinging again, his hips thrusting back so he can grind his ass against Jiang Cheng while he's being jerked off. It doesn't last long, taking the edging into account. “D-Daddy, I'm... ah!” he keens, tosses his head back, bucks his hips a final time then comes with an abrupt shout.
He keeps up with the litany of filthy sweet nonsense in his ear as he
strokes him through his orgasm, feeling him shoot up along himself. Jiang
Cheng drinks in the sight hungrily as white come lands on the mesh bra,
landing on flowers, on the strap, along Sizhui's stomach, along the garter
belt. He keeps stroking him through until he has no more to give and gives
soft whimpers.
"That's my princess," he whispers. "You come so beautifully, baby."
Slowly, he takes his hand away and licks at the spend all over his hand
clean before undoing the belt around Sizhui's wrists and rubbing feeling
back into them. He drops a sweet kiss on his shoulder before moving him
gently, easing him to lay out on his back on the bed. He gets off and gets
a warm washcloth to wipe of the rest of the mess on Sizhui, meticulous in
his work. He gets up again to put it away. It takes him a while before he
comes back with a tray with some bao and a mug of tea. He sets it on the
bedside table so he could take the deep violet throw on his bed, gently sit
Sizhui up, and wrap it around Sizhui's shoulders.
"Remember what I said last time," he says, picking up the mug of tea and
handing it to him. "I made it warm, not boiling hot. Slow sips are still
needed, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"
Riding out his orgasm to the point of exhaustion is almost too much; he feels floaty, like he's having an out of body experience, and alongside knowing Jiang Cheng's attention is completely on him— well, if he were to expire from being overdone, he certainly wouldn't mind. It is fortunate, that isn't the case, as he spills within Jiang Cheng's hand, come spattering all across his torso, staining his pretty lingerie. Quiet, breathless whining is unsurprisingly all he can manage, though the encouraging, complimentary whispering somehow has his cock giving one last valiant twitch before he's entirely spent.
He mutters something inarticulate, more sound than words, half-lidded eyes broadening momentarily at the sight of Jiang Cheng cleaning the fluids from his hand with his tongue. There's a groan, he averts his gaze, trembling uncontrollably the whole time his arms are rubbed and well after he's being moved to lay down. Sizhui's hand lifts, reaches to touch the spot where the man's mouth had been moments ago then he sinks down against the mattress, mostly unmoving aside from the faint quake in his legs, bleary-eyed stare on Jiang Cheng's hand and the washcloth he's using to clean him up with. Goddamn, he's never come so hard in his life, it's a wonder he's still even halfway coherent. (To be fair, ‘halfway’ is generous at this point.) Whenever he's finished and disappears again, the younger male simply lays there, blinking at the ceiling, letting himself come down from the euphoric high, hands clenching around the bedsheets then loosening again after a few minutes.
At least when Jiang Cheng returns with whatever it is he was getting and helps sit him up, Sizhui can hold himself upright somewhat, the fingers of his right hand gripping the blanket's edges closed once it's around him, opposite hand reaching for the mug.
“Mmn, I remember.” But as he takes the cup, he hesitates, loosens his other arm so he can hold it with both hands, afraid the leftover tremors will have him dumping it all over himself. “I, I think I need a minute...”
Once Jiang Cheng is behind him and settled, he lets some of his weight rest against him, careful to keep the mug steady in spite of his shakiness. Having his dom help hold the cup, however, that's a little surprising, but also extremely appreciative.
“Thank you,” Sizhui murmurs, drawing the tea close with Jiang Cheng's help and taking a quick sip then lowering it again. “That was... so goddamn amazing.”
“It should be an amazing experience for a sub’s first time,” he replies
easily. “Not as a testament to my own skills but to ease you into this.
This play is full of nuances. And it’s important hat you start with an
experienced Dom who can guide you through.”
He gently tips the mug to help Sizhui take small sips.
How odd, to have a sudden pang of jealousy that Jiang Cheng's far more well-versed with such things; they didn't know each other before so it makes sense why he has more experience. Even weirder is the fact Sizhui thinks the envy stems not from Jiang Cheng knowing things, but other people getting to experience them rather than himself. (Until now, anyway.)
He makes a soft noise of understanding, does as he's told, taking small sips between resting his head against Jiang Cheng's shoulder and blinking slowly to clear the dazedness.
He wants Sizhui to take his time to rise out of sub space and he seems to
be doing a good job. Jiang Cheng whispers more praises to him.
"You were so good. Thank you for trusting me with that scene," he murmurs
in his ear.
Once half the mug has been drank, Jiang Cheng gently sets it back on the
tray and brings up a bao, ripping off a small piece and holding it up for
Sizhui to take the piece and feed himself with it.
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.
He's patient, waiting for him to come more into himself, feeding him more
pieces of the bun until Sizhui looks like he's back to himself.
"You'll need to let me know if there are scenes or things you want to try.
I'll do my best to accommodate and educate you about them before you try
them."
Logistics. How would they communicate without rousing suspicion from
everyone? He can't just have Sizhui bounce into his office weekly. It would
be too suspicious.
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?”
It's a dangerous game. It was already a dangerous game for him to be here.
For Sizhui to have been seen heading toward his apartment in the first
place. Jiang Cheng wrestles with himself. He should stop it here and now.
Hell, Lan Qiren would have him hung by his thumbs if he knew. Lan Wangji
might actually kill him, and Lan Xichen would look the other way.
"...You're my brother's student. Hell, practically his ward."
The danger is part of the thrill, frankly, and while they should have this simple momentary fling and move on, the younger male selfishly wants more. Whether it's because what just happened was absolutely phenomenal or it has something to do with Jiang Cheng himself, he's unsure – it's both, let's be real! – though isn't ready to give it up yet, no matter what trouble they'll get into. (Because there is no ‘if’ besides if they get caught, they will have problems.) “We both know he has his own distractions,” Sizhui mentions, casual as possible, then he affectionately bumps their foreheads together and leans away to continue.
“So long as we meet off school grounds, it should be fine.” A moment's hesitation before, “I promise, it'll be solely used for professional purposes.”
He's said it once before, but he'd say again: give him a chance! Jiang Cheng will learn one way or another that Sizhui's adamant and believes he deserves good things.
“Once a week,” he reaffirms. “Is there a particular day that would work? I'll message you then and we'll schedule a meeting.”
“Fridays it is, then.” His head tilts, he shifts like he might mean to go for a kiss, but hesitates then withdraws. They hadn't really discussed that sort of intimacy, so it's probably best he doesn't take any liberties; no reason to take a mile when he's just now being given an inch, after all.
Sizhui holds the blanket around himself, moves to get down, goes to collect his phone from the pocket of his sweater and dutifully brings it back to Jiang Cheng. “Here,” while he holds it out, doing his best to not look too expectant.
That look on his face is more than enough to stir something within Jiang
Cheng. He takes the phone and puts his own number in, using his actual name
rather than his name that he uses in education. To the world, he's still
Professor Jiang Wanyin. To Sizhui, he could be Jiang Cheng for the time
being. He saves himself as Friday in Sizhui's phone, just to hide it
better, before handing it back to Sizhui.
Astonishment is the initial reaction, but after Jiang Cheng begins typing on the screen, Sizhui grins, pleased with his ability to convince the older male with such ease. To think, they were simply teacher and student in one sense before and now, they're ‘Daddy’ and ‘Princess’ as well; a whole other sense of teaching and learning, but one Sizhui's looking forward to finding a weekly routine in. He accepts the phone, tucks it close to his chest, leans and pecks Jiang Cheng's forehead then removes the blanket to set on the bed before going to collect his discarded clothes.
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He doesn't give pause either, keeps right on bucking his hips in quick, measured thrusts, making sure to drag the heat of himself over Jiang Cheng's lap again and again. Maybe Jiang Cheng is only worried about his pleasure, but Sizhui's focused on them both, intent on getting his partner off just as much as he's planning to come, too. Another fluid motion forward into the hand on his cock then back and forth and back, surefire and steady— until Jiang Cheng squeezes, tells him he can't come without his permission.
It wrings a breathless yelp out of him, makes him halt his motions as absolute astonishment overtakes his features at him actually laying claim to his cock. He nods, both to show he understands and that he meant what he said. “I am.” Then his arms lift somewhat, hands stretching, fingers groping for nothing in particular while he squirms harder. “Oh, it— it feels so good... Faster, Daddy, please!”
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Faster? He speeds his strokes up, steady and quick and sure.
"You say please so nicely, princess. Just as nice as the pretty little things you wear for me. Do the lacy ones feel good against your skin? Your stockings look so cute, clipped to your garter belt. There's so many pretty things that you have, don't you?"
When he can tell Sizhui is close to the edge, he stops and takes his hand completely away from his cock. Jiang Cheng counts steadily, waiting for his breath to even out, waiting for him to come back from the edge a significant amount before stroking him quickly and firmly again. Once he could see Sizhui on the edge once more, he takes his hand completely away. The hand around his throat relaxes to a loose hold, not needing the edges of Sizhui's vision to get dark. Not this time.
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“Please... please,” is all he can beg at first, incoherency taking over, pleasure at the forefront of his mind and ever-growing with the sweet words tumbling from the other male's lips. “Y-Yes, I like it. I wa–ah!–want more. Want to... to show them all to you.”
He's so close, so goddamn close, and then Jiang Cheng's hand stops, moves away, leaves his dick twitching, but in turn, Sizhui stops moving his hips. He takes however long is necessary to catch his breath, whimpering and shuddering against Jiang Cheng's back to the point he drops his bound arms, uses both hands to help hold himself upright. Then the hand returns once he's calmed, teetered away from the edge, only to work him right back up to it before withdrawing again. By that point, he's already a pitiful mess, mindlessly bucking his hips back against Jiang Cheng, mouth watering as he moans through a partial (though absolutely pleasured) sob after the hand moves from his neck, “Jiang Cheng, I'm so close! P-Please, Daddy... let me come.”
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He pulls Sizhui close and mouths along his ear.
“Oh I know you’re close, princess,” he murmurs against his ear, growling a little. “I want you to be a begging, strung out mess, and begging for Daddy, asking if you can come properly.”
He caressed his hip, pinning Sizhui tight against him. He looks down over his shoulder at the weeping hardness.
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However, having Jiang Cheng murmuring in his ear and keeping their bodies so close together, Sizhui's planning to take advantage of this in an unexpected way.
“Daddyyy,” he drawls, almost too petulant, his arms lifting and one hand gently guiding Jiang Cheng to face him after he turns, red, spit-shiny lips momentarily brushing over his mouth while he asks this time, “Pleasepleaseplease, may I come?” His cock is leaking freely and swollen, possibly to the point of uncomfortableness, yet Sizhui makes no pained complaint, just begs oh-so-prettily about finally being allowed to orgasm like Jiang Cheng wanted.
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He places an almost chaste, gentle kiss on his shoulder, right near where the bright strap of the bra is. Then another, then another. He keeps his hands away from the swollen and leaking cock, knowing that it's near the point of uncomfortable pain. And he hadn't even used a cock ring yet. Maybe something lacy, pretty, to wrap up Sizhui to bind him until he can't take it anymore. For now, he'll show mercy.
"Okay, princess," he whispers in his ear.
He grips Sizhui's bound wrists in one hand, bringing them tight against Sizhui's chest and strokes hard and fast with his other hand.
"Come for Daddy."
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Which Jiang Cheng is finally going to relent, thank goodness.
He gasps at the whisper, cock twinging again, his hips thrusting back so he can grind his ass against Jiang Cheng while he's being jerked off. It doesn't last long, taking the edging into account. “D-Daddy, I'm... ah!” he keens, tosses his head back, bucks his hips a final time then comes with an abrupt shout.
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He keeps up with the litany of filthy sweet nonsense in his ear as he strokes him through his orgasm, feeling him shoot up along himself. Jiang Cheng drinks in the sight hungrily as white come lands on the mesh bra, landing on flowers, on the strap, along Sizhui's stomach, along the garter belt. He keeps stroking him through until he has no more to give and gives soft whimpers.
"That's my princess," he whispers. "You come so beautifully, baby."
Slowly, he takes his hand away and licks at the spend all over his hand clean before undoing the belt around Sizhui's wrists and rubbing feeling back into them. He drops a sweet kiss on his shoulder before moving him gently, easing him to lay out on his back on the bed. He gets off and gets a warm washcloth to wipe of the rest of the mess on Sizhui, meticulous in his work. He gets up again to put it away. It takes him a while before he comes back with a tray with some bao and a mug of tea. He sets it on the bedside table so he could take the deep violet throw on his bed, gently sit Sizhui up, and wrap it around Sizhui's shoulders.
"Remember what I said last time," he says, picking up the mug of tea and handing it to him. "I made it warm, not boiling hot. Slow sips are still needed, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"
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He mutters something inarticulate, more sound than words, half-lidded eyes broadening momentarily at the sight of Jiang Cheng cleaning the fluids from his hand with his tongue. There's a groan, he averts his gaze, trembling uncontrollably the whole time his arms are rubbed and well after he's being moved to lay down. Sizhui's hand lifts, reaches to touch the spot where the man's mouth had been moments ago then he sinks down against the mattress, mostly unmoving aside from the faint quake in his legs, bleary-eyed stare on Jiang Cheng's hand and the washcloth he's using to clean him up with. Goddamn, he's never come so hard in his life, it's a wonder he's still even halfway coherent. (To be fair, ‘halfway’ is generous at this point.) Whenever he's finished and disappears again, the younger male simply lays there, blinking at the ceiling, letting himself come down from the euphoric high, hands clenching around the bedsheets then loosening again after a few minutes.
At least when Jiang Cheng returns with whatever it is he was getting and helps sit him up, Sizhui can hold himself upright somewhat, the fingers of his right hand gripping the blanket's edges closed once it's around him, opposite hand reaching for the mug.
“Mmn, I remember.” But as he takes the cup, he hesitates, loosens his other arm so he can hold it with both hands, afraid the leftover tremors will have him dumping it all over himself. “I, I think I need a minute...”
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He moves around until he could hold Sizhui and rub along his arms and his back. He cups his hands around Sizhui’s around the mug.
“Take your time,” he says softly. “It’s okay. Take your time.”
It’s been some time since he’s looked after a sub. But he knows the movements.
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“Thank you,” Sizhui murmurs, drawing the tea close with Jiang Cheng's help and taking a quick sip then lowering it again. “That was... so goddamn amazing.”
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“It should be an amazing experience for a sub’s first time,” he replies easily. “Not as a testament to my own skills but to ease you into this. This play is full of nuances. And it’s important hat you start with an experienced Dom who can guide you through.”
He gently tips the mug to help Sizhui take small sips.
“Slow sips.”
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He makes a soft noise of understanding, does as he's told, taking small sips between resting his head against Jiang Cheng's shoulder and blinking slowly to clear the dazedness.
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He wants Sizhui to take his time to rise out of sub space and he seems to be doing a good job. Jiang Cheng whispers more praises to him.
"You were so good. Thank you for trusting me with that scene," he murmurs in his ear.
Once half the mug has been drank, Jiang Cheng gently sets it back on the tray and brings up a bao, ripping off a small piece and holding it up for Sizhui to take the piece and feed himself with it.
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“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.
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He's patient, waiting for him to come more into himself, feeding him more pieces of the bun until Sizhui looks like he's back to himself.
"You'll need to let me know if there are scenes or things you want to try. I'll do my best to accommodate and educate you about them before you try them."
Logistics. How would they communicate without rousing suspicion from everyone? He can't just have Sizhui bounce into his office weekly. It would be too suspicious.
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“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?”
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It's a dangerous game. It was already a dangerous game for him to be here. For Sizhui to have been seen heading toward his apartment in the first place. Jiang Cheng wrestles with himself. He should stop it here and now. Hell, Lan Qiren would have him hung by his thumbs if he knew. Lan Wangji might actually kill him, and Lan Xichen would look the other way.
"...You're my brother's student. Hell, practically his ward."
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“So long as we meet off school grounds, it should be fine.” A moment's hesitation before, “I promise, it'll be solely used for professional purposes.”
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The touch is intimate but Jiang Cheng allows it. Why not? Good things never last for him anyway.
"Then we'll meet off school grounds," he gives. "Only once a week. And you'll tell me if you want to meet."
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“Once a week,” he reaffirms. “Is there a particular day that would work? I'll message you then and we'll schedule a meeting.”
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"Fridays. So that I can take my time with you. No scene should be rushed," he replies firmly.
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Sizhui holds the blanket around himself, moves to get down, goes to collect his phone from the pocket of his sweater and dutifully brings it back to Jiang Cheng. “Here,” while he holds it out, doing his best to not look too expectant.
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That look on his face is more than enough to stir something within Jiang Cheng. He takes the phone and puts his own number in, using his actual name rather than his name that he uses in education. To the world, he's still Professor Jiang Wanyin. To Sizhui, he could be Jiang Cheng for the time being. He saves himself as Friday in Sizhui's phone, just to hide it better, before handing it back to Sizhui.
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