Three Years and Three Years

Chapter 4: Affectionate and Passionate

Zhou Mushi didn’t know what time he woke up. He had slept a little too late last night, and his body was a bit tired.

Slowly opening his eyes, the curtains in the room had not been pulled open yet, and the room was dimly lit. It wasn’t too bright, as he didn’t like it too bright. Jin Yang had used the most light-blocking curtains when he decorated the room.

In the dim light, he turned around and saw the person next to him looking at him with a pair of eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Jin Yang slightly curved his lips, and his eyes, like deep pools, with a mysterious tone, looked at him affectionately.

Zhou Mushi was a bit confused when he just woke up. He had just found a bit of clarity on Jin Yang’s face, and then he was overwhelmed by the man’s deep kiss…

He didn’t know if it was still raining outside or if it was the sound of water dripping from the eaves. He could faintly hear the sound of water droplets falling.

Jin Yang liked to play a soft and slow pure music on rainy days, and with the music, even the cold and rainy day became tender and affectionate.

He undressed him gently, his hands and kisses were gentle.

Jin Yang rarely hurried with his kisses. He always kept his movements light and intoxicating, grasping the essence of gradual progress. He first tasted with his tongue, pecking at Zhou Mushi’s well-defined lips, gradually deepening his kiss until it turned into an exchange of tongues, and then adding a little teasing.

At this moment, Zhou Mushi would always raise his chin, revealing a piece of jade-colored collarbone and a beautiful neck with clear veins, his movements slightly undulating, and a faint spark passing through him.

When he stopped kissing to catch his breath, he continued to kiss Zhou Mushi’s earlobes and eyebrows, and with a very affectionate low voice, called Zhou Mushi’s name.

Although they would be consumed with desire after kissing, it never seemed to be a matter of uncontrolled physical pleasure for Jin Yang. Each time, it was driven by their feelings, and the start of the physical action was always preceded by emotional involvement.

Even when they stripped off their clothes and tangled together, what he filled Zhou Mushi’s body with was always love. The imprints he left with his lips and teeth seemed like he was holding a true heart, marking it on his skin and his heart.

Jin Yang never says “I love you”. He always says that these three words floating around the streets and alleys now will become cheap if said too much. If it’s real love, there’s no need to declare it.

Zhou Mushi doesn’t mind this. Whenever they talk about this issue, he secretly mocks Jin Yang for being old-fashioned. Why make excuses? It’s clearly because he has a personal hang-up and can’t say such words.

After fooling around for a while, it was already noon when they were going to eat. Zhou Mushi remembered the fresh beef he bought at the market yesterday and took it out of the refrigerator, intending to stew it for a meal.

However, just as he opened the plastic bag and saw the fresh red meat, he felt nauseous again. He leaned over the sink, coughed a few times, and was tortured for a while, but he didn’t throw up anything.

“What’s wrong?” Jin Yang stood behind him, patting his back.

“It’s nothing, just feeling nauseous. I probably can’t make this meal.”

“I’ll do it.” Jin Yang handled the meat on the cutting board. His skills were much better than Zhou Mushi’s, but he just didn’t like cooking.