Jingyi's face is cupped (?!) and he freezes that way, hands finding their way to lay on top the ones Sizhui has on his face. His eyes are wide and he is flushed a bit from sheer unable-to-stand-still excitement more than anything else. He thinks he likes being looked at like that, and if Sizhui's heart is flying then Jingyi's is zooming in his chest, knocking against his ribs, unable to be any sort of calm.

"Yes!" Jingyi exclaims immediately. "I want to get out of my wet clothes."

That...that was not supposed to be innuendo but Jingyi's eyes flare just a fraction wider as soon as he realizes what he has just said.