The way Jiang Chiang reddens is endearing, honestly, the feeling in his chest warms. His smile widens as he reaches up to undo his bun and shake his hair loose so it falls in a touseled cascade. Afterward, he puts his hairtie aside then reaches out to do the same with Jiang Cheng's own hair, releasing it from its own confines. Then Huaisang starts brushing his fingers through its length, just giving his friend a minute to adjust before pushing on any further.