Jingyi, for all of his inexperience, is immediately on board with the longer, sweeter kiss. He flings his arms around Sizhui's shoulders and holds on, and this, this is so much more like coming home even than waking up in his own bed had been. There is a kindling of possessiveness in his chest, a faint echo of his "dream", and he leans into it--and the kiss--because this is his in a place that is real.

When they break apart, he spends a moment breathing hard because he had not planned for any of this. Though even if he had, Sizhui is not someone who you expect not to steal your breath away. His higher thought processes have disengaged entirely and it is all he can do to flush at the endearment and beam. "Yes, yes, yes, A-Yuan, Sizhui, my favorite person. I do not think I can tell you how much I am glad to be home."