[Approval he certainly has. Jing Yuan is trembling, leaning his whole weight on the door as he stays trapped in that heated eye contact. He's still muffling it, but he's begun to pant and make soft, breathless sounds into his injured hand, while the more functional one shakily strokes Dan Feng's horn. The atmosphere isn't quite what he'd dreamed of way back when, but it doesn't really matter when it's Dan Feng looking at him like that, wanting him and touching him.]