“And...” And??? Jingyi swallows thickly, gaze darting anywhere that isn't Sizhui's face initially, but the longer he considers, the more irritated he gets with himself for acting weird.

His eyes widen once he realizes the other boy has moved even closer, head finally lifting so they're face-to-face again with far less distance between them than before. Of all the times for his stupid motormouth to sputter out, of course... but Jingyi's head shakes then, without a second thought, he leans in and catches Sizhui's mouth with his own.