Three Years and Three Years

Chapter 80: Go Out and Hide

It’s rare in the north to have frequent rain like this. The rain in early summer pours through the windows, refreshing and cool, making it the perfect thing to relieve the heat. On a stormy night, Zhou Mushi has never felt so at ease.

He slowly takes Jin Yang’s glasses off and, in the cool night breeze, embraces the warmth of the man’s body.

Neither Zhou Mushi nor Jin Yang are people who act impulsively.

Let’s not talk about Jin Yang for now, just focus on Zhou Mushi. He has never shown any interest in using social media to hook up with people. His ability to politely decline people and keep them at a distance is truly remarkable.

Aside from his parents, older brother, and a few close friends, the only one who has been able to stay by his side for all these years is Jin Yang.

As for Jin Yang, being able to get this far is a remarkable achievement for him.

He used to think that his sexual orientation was normal, but since meeting Zhou Mushi, he has never dared to make such a claim again.

Love knows no reason, and it goes deep. It’s okay to like someone, even if it means keeping it hidden in your heart for a lifetime. But if the one you admire happens to admire you as well, that’s another story altogether.

Perhaps one’s temperament is most reflected in intimate relationships.

When you strip off your clothes, what is exposed is not only the skin, but also a person’s most primitive temperament.

Jin Yang prefers the cautious yet proactive Zhou Mushi, who doesn’t waste words but works hard, occasionally giving sweet smiles and gentle kisses. Different from the prickly version during the day…

When they entangle with each other, the two who pretend to be calm and maintain their composure can’t help but blush and feel a bit flustered.

Zhou Mushi didn’t know how Jin Yang, the experienced lover, had so much knowledge in this area. With his skillful hands, he could play a thousand different patterns, making Zhou Mushi weak in the knees.

Even at this moment, Jin Yang’s expression was calm, as if he were seriously studying some scientific research, but his gaze towards Zhou Mushi was particularly affectionate.

This is a contradictory situation, and in this passionate affair, this clean expression inexplicably makes people feel more ashamed, yet also more motivated.

Perhaps being weaned too early as a child has led to intermittent feelings of attachment.

After tossing and turning for a while, the battle finally ended. Zhou Mushi lay on the bed to rest.

Jin Yang brought over a small box of something that Zhou Mushi recognized as a raincoat.

“Brand that I haven’t used before, when did you buy it?” Zhou Mushi asked.

Jin Yang kissed him on the lips and smiled, “Bought it when I was thinking of you.”

He was usually such a serious person, but when he smiled at you with his bare chest and abs showing, it was enough to make one’s mouth dry.

Tonight was destined to be a good time to fly with the wind. At least the one who picked flowers could resist his desires and control his lust, so as not to bring any disaster upon himself.

. . . . .

Zhou Muxian had been typing on his computer for several hours, finally finishing the summary report. He let out a heavy sigh, stretched lazily, and someone handed him a bowl of freshly cooked egg noodles with several slices of sauce beef and a handful of tender green vegetables on top. The sight of it alone opened his appetite and made his mouth water.

He looked at the man in a loose T-shirt holding the noodles, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

“Quick, take it. My hand is getting sore.”

“Oh, okay.” He took the bowl of noodles and picked up his chopsticks, taking a mouthful. The taste was delicious. He only wished the bowl was bigger.

“It’s embarrassing. You’re a young master who only needs to stretch out your hand for food. Yet, I’m bothering you to cook for me.”

Chen Sheng sat next to him, playing with his phone, and said, “What’s the big deal? It’s just a bowl of noodles. Whoever has time can make it.”

“Next time, I’ll definitely learn a signature dish and cook it for you to taste,” Zhou Muxian said shamelessly, slurping his noodles.

Chen Sheng naturally didn’t take it seriously. Zhou Muxian had no talent in cooking and didn’t care much about it. As long as the food wasn’t poisonous, he wouldn’t be picky. With such a person, what good food could he expect? But he didn’t want to crush the flag that Zhou Muxian had just raised, so he said, “Okay, I’ll wait.”

“Please enjoy your meal. Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing, I just added someone on WeChat.”

“Who? That pretty girl?”

“Jin Yang.”

Zhou Muxian: “…”

. . . . .

Zhou Mushi’s company has its busy and slow seasons, and now is the slow season. If he wants to slack off a bit, he can easily make time for it.

He never thought his life could be so comfortable. In a semi-vacation state, he can cook when he’s happy or order takeout when he’s lazy. And whenever he turns around, there’s always someone smiling at him.

His mood is extremely good, and he even redesigned and tidied up his previously messy and neglected home. He gave it a light, bright style and added some interesting little decorations.

Breaking his happy pink bubble was the windless heat of the afternoon.

A pair of pointed-toe, high-heeled shoes, an elegant knee-length skirt, a tight top, a sandy-colored mouth, long curly hair, and a light scent of women’s perfume…

“I’m pregnant,” the visitor said.

Zhou Mushi’s expression was calm. “Even if you’re pregnant, it can’t be mine. There’s no need to report it to me.”

“It’s your father’s,” the woman said.

Zhou Mushi tried to recall the girl who picked up his father at the hospital that day and didn’t seem to match the woman in front of him. He couldn’t help but think, ‘What kind of mess is this?’

“Oh, then go find my father,” he said.

The woman said again, “Your father doesn’t want to see me, so I came to find you.”

Zhou Mushi helplessly shrugged his shoulders. “Adults should take responsibility for their own actions. If my dad doesn’t want to see you, what’s the point of you coming to me?”

The woman smiled faintly, “I plan to stay at your house until your dad is willing to see me.”

Zhou Mushi replied, “You can do as you please.”

Jin Yang had just finished work and met Zhou Mushi, who was leaving.

“What’s going on?” Jin Yang asked.

Zhou Mushi grabbed Jin Yang’s hand and said, “Listen to me, if you can’t handle it, run away. Let’s go out and hide.”

It wasn’t until they were both in the car that Zhou Mushi told Jin Yang the absurd situation.

Jin Yang rubbed his face and couldn’t calm down.

In his mind, Zhou Qingwen had always been a reliable and responsible elder with great work ability.

Now, why were there so many women suddenly appearing in his life? Today it was his son, tomorrow it was a woman, and the day after that it was a pregnant woman. It was like a peach blossom garden.