Huaisang covering him at least gives him a moment to compose himself, or try to but his mind is slower to recover, to reach for reality aside from the shock of someone interrupting what had been everything he hadn't known he wanted.

"...A-Sang." It's quiet, his hand reaching to find the other teenager's, Jiang Cheng,s gaze darting to Wangji.

"...We..." He clears his throat, gaze drifting to Wangji for a moment before he just goes quiet again, shame bringing a flush to his skin.