A fond roll of his eyes.

"Do you really need to always ask for such simple things that would be freely given after what you've just said?"

Jiang Cheng, however, has not had much by way of experience. So he closes the distance between them and presses his lips against Xichen's. He keeps it slow, light. He had meant it to simply be a brush of lips, the barest of touches. But he lingers, wanting to have a full kiss rather than some chaste thing.