Three Years and Three Years

Chapter 93: Hidden Love

Look, how many surprises and unexpected events there are in this world every day.

The carefully arranged heart-shaped petals of the fresh flowers were all brushed away and scattered on the ground. Finally, they were cleaned up piece by piece with a broom and thrown into the garbage bag.

The starry lights came on and looked particularly romantic in the light blue circular curtains.

But for the person who had already passed out drunk on the bed, who would care about these things?

Jin Yang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the face with two blushes on the cheeks, and kept staring without moving.

He kept rubbing his rough and calloused fingers, hands that had worked hard in the past but could not be restored despite the passing years.

A quiet night is suitable for reminiscing, which made him think of some small things that happened in their first home.

At that time, Zhou Mushi was as soft as a little rabbit, so lovely. He would be surprised and delighted if he came home an hour earlier one day, and would wait for him on the sofa until late at night.

What kind of feeling is it to wait for someone on the sofa all the time?

Jin Yang felt that he was not qualified to answer this question. He had only waited for one day.

Now thinking back, as Zhou Mushi’s identity, he should have been well aware of how much temptation there was outside at the time.

During every night waiting for Jin Yang to come back, did he also think whether Jin Yang was busy or flirting between perfume and lipstick?

Jin Yang’s previous life had always been fast-paced. He thought that if he worked hard and paved the way, he could lead a better life with Zhou Mushi, and they would be happier.

But the feeling of shrinking in the corner and waiting for someone to come back is much more uncomfortable than he imagined.

Jin Yang didn’t know much about Zhou Hang, but he gradually learned a little through his recent interactions with Zhou Mushi.

They grew up as childhood playmates, with similar family backgrounds, academic environments, and personalities, and they had a good relationship. Even if he just singled out one of them, it was enough to make him feel a sense of crisis.

Jin Yang is not short of money or ability now. Even if he is promoted to the top management level, he can handle it very well. But on such a night, he is a bit crazy jealous of the man named Zhou Hang.

If only he had the same life and opportunities as him.

Jin Yang bent down and lightly kissed Zhou Mushi’s forehead. He was very stingy in love, ultimately because his childhood life destroyed his ability to desire too much affection.

Liking Zhou Mushi is like a light shining into a dark cave, shining through the cracks, giving people hope that they are still alive.

Zhou Mushi didn’t know that Jin Yang always looked at him with an almost devout gaze, carrying a deep-seated suppressed craving, wanting to draw love’s sustenance from Zhou Mushi.

If Jin Yang loved him eight parts and Zhou Mushi responded with one or two parts of love, the love in Jin Yang’s heart would immediately skyrocket from eight to ten, and slowly spread outward.

But the problem was that Jin Yang’s ten parts of love and devotion could only be expressed as one part of love.

There was always something in his heart that restricted his expression, wanting to desperately cover his mouth and cover his eyes.

It was a self-defense mechanism of fear of being abandoned, and he was actually very afraid.

Every time he thought about coming to ask for a kiss from Zhou Mushi, he could only dare to come over and hold his hand.

Touching the slightest bit of skin on Zhou Mushi’s body, he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

“Mushi.”

He uttered the name with a very small voice from his mouth, who knows how much affection it contained, like a candy that can still produce sweetness after repeated chewing. Every time he lightly licked it, his whole body and soul were satisfied.

Jin Yang lived a very independent life, which meant that except for money, few people could hurt him in this world.

One Mushi, one Jin Yang, there was no room for others.

He gently stroked Zhou Mushi’s ring finger. Mushi’s skin was very white, his fingers were long and slender, with distinct bones, especially suitable for wearing rings. If he could put his heart on it, that would be great.

. . . . .

When Zhou Mushi woke up, the sun was already high up. Because of drinking the night before, he had a headache and felt uncomfortable in his stomach.

He got up from the bed in a daze and went to the bathroom. He couldn’t help but want to vomit, but after trying for a long time, he couldn’t actually vomit.

He stopped leaning on the sink, wanting to stand up, but couldn’t suppress the desire to vomit.

Today is his day off. After a simple wash, Zhou Mushi habitually shouted, “Brother Yang, Brother Yang?”

The voice echoed in the room, but no one responded.

Wearing slippers, he walked from the bedroom to the living room, then to the kitchen where there was porridge cooking on the stove and a note left by Jin Yang on the fridge.

“I have something to do today, going out for a bit, don’t wait for me for dinner. I’ll probably be back tonight.”

Zhou MushI touched the pot of porridge and felt a slight warmth, indicating that it had been cooked for a long time.

But it’s still great if you heat it up a bit and drink it!

He scooped a bowl of porridge and took some pickled vegetables from the fridge. Although it didn’t taste as good as his favorite fried luncheon meat with porridge, it was still decent. He decided to take a break at home and continue writing his “Zhou Zhou” CP later.

. . . . .

The wind outside was strong, and when Jin Yang got out of the car, his neatly combed hair was immediately messed up.

With a creaking sound, the heavy iron gate opened and closed heavily after a man walked out.

The man was somewhat thin, wearing outdated clothes. When he saw the luxurious car in front of him that had been scrubbed clean, his expression became somewhat uneasy.

Jin Yang walked up and arranged for him to sit in the passenger seat, personally fastening his seatbelt.

“I’ll take you home,” he said with a choked voice.

The man instinctively leaned back against the car’s seat and shook his head, saying after a moment, “No, it’s fine. Please help me rent a room, I want to adapt on my own for a bit.”

“Okay, I’ll find a place near my house. If you need anything, just contact me.” Jin Yang stepped back.

The man knew that he could only ask for this much and whispered softly with his head down, “Thank you.”

Jin Yang’s heart took a hit, his throat slightly constricting as he forced out a few words with difficulty, “We don’t need to talk about this between us.”

The cost of renting a room nowadays almost left the somewhat thin man dumbfounded. He stiffly followed along, wanting to stop several times, but was held back.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t too expensive for my current income. I’ve prepared some clothes for you. They’re my size, and they’re in the car’s trunk.”