Three Years and Three Years

Chapter 41: Disheveled

The sound of water in the bathroom rushed in with a gurgling sound. Zhou Hang sat alone on the bed, with tears and snot streaming down his face. He picked up a corner of the quilt and tried to crawl inside.

Zhou Mushi had filled the bathtub with water and came out to urge Zhou Hang to take a bath and clean up.

That person is now half-drunk and unconscious, holding a pillow and shedding tears uncontrollably while going crazy with alcohol.

Not to mention, they have known each other for more than 20 years, and Zhou Mushi has never seen Zhou Hang in the current state before.

Both of them were raised on the same conditions, but Zhou Hang, this kid, has always been a little older and his strength should not be underestimated. He insists on throwing a tantrum now, and Zhou Mushi has no choice but to let him be.

“What’s wrong with you, looking like this?”

Zhou Hang remained silent, tears falling incessantly.

A real man sheds tears without shame, only when he reaches a point of deep sadness.

Zhou Mushi let out a sigh and pulled up a chair in front of him. Zhou Hang curled up under the blanket.

Zhou Hang pouted and muttered, “Am I really that bad? Am I that annoying?”

Zhou Mushi couldn’t understand why a diligent and ambitious man like Zhou Hang would be associated with such negativity.

“No, you’re great,” he replied honestly, offering both reassurance and encouragement.

If Zhou Mushi hadn’t grown up with Zhou Hang, he would have kicked him off the bed a long time ago. Instead, he comforted him like a child, holding him in his arms and patting him on the back.

However, what was even more terrifying was that just as Zhou Hang seemed to be calming down, his trembling hand began to move towards places it shouldn’t have been on Zhou Mushi’s waist.

At first, when Zhou Hang’s hand moved down a couple of centimeters, Zhou Mushi didn’t pay much attention to it. But before he knew it, it had gone too far and was even starting to slip into his pants.

Zhou Mushi was so frightened that he quickly sprang three feet away.

“What the hell, Zhou Hang? What are you trying to do?”

Almost at the moment when Zhou Mushi bounced away, the person began to cry again. It was no longer the same as before, but now it was as miserable as if he had lost his own father.

Zhou Mushi frowned and coughed a few times, feeling that his expression seemed disrespectful to Zhou Hang’s father and his own uncle.

“No, what’s wrong with you after all?”

The room was dark, with only a bit of light coming through the window where the curtains hadn’t been pulled in time.

The person who had been crying suddenly stopped and with their mouth opening and closing, said to Zhou Mushi, “Mushi, will you have sex with me?”

“……”

After not hearing Zhou Mushi’s answer for a long time, he self-deprecatingly pursed his lips, feeling like he had been abandoned by the whole world. Even now, no one wanted to have sex with him.

Zhou Mushi didn’t know how much self-restraint he had used to stop himself from grabbing a basin of water from the bathroom and throwing it at the person.

He took several deep breaths, but still couldn’t control his tone of voice, “If you really want to have sex, don’t come to your brother for it!”

Zhou Hang wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and then threw himself at Zhou Mushi, saying, “But I only love you, Mushi! Oh, Mushi, I like you the most!”

Jin Yang, who had rushed back after dealing with a business dinner, saw that Zhou Mushi’s door was ajar and instinctively pushed it open. He felt for the light switch in the foyer and turned it on, only to see Zhou Mushi, with his bathrobe disheveled, being held in the arms of another man…