Three Years and Three Years

Chapter 51: Just Sleeping

At the moment when Jin Yang fingertips touched Zhou Mushi’s forehead, Zhou Mushi opened his eyes. In the darkness, a glimmer of light fell into his beautiful eyes, and as his eyelashes trembled lightly, they brushed against the strings of people’s hearts.

“Jin Yang,” Zhou Mushi’s voice was very soft when he spoke, with a hint of unobtrusive tenderness and even a trace of pleading, while his hand continued to grip Jin Yang’s neck.

Jin Yang was tightly held and he leaned over, propping his hands beside Zhou Mushi’s body, trying his best not to be knocked down, and said with a stiff neck, “You’re drunk.”

Even now, Jin Yang still evaded looking at him directly. Zhou Mushi’s heart was filled with immense sadness. In a fit of anger, he hooked Jin Yang’s neck, pressing him against his body. Carefully, he leaned close to his ear, his slightly intoxicated breath filling the air: “Are you taking me for a fool?”

Jin Yang didn’t react for a moment to Zhou Mushi’s trivial words. He only knew that he was just one step away from going too far, so he struggled to get up and said, “Loosen your grip.”

Without saying another word, Zhou Mushi, emboldened by the alcohol, held onto Jin Yang even tighter. He pressed his chin against Jin Yang’s collarbone and rubbed it against him twice.

It didn’t take long before Jin Yang noticed that there was no movement, thinking that Zhou Mushi had fallen asleep. He gently tried to move his arm away.

Just as Jin Yang’s hand covered Zhou Mushi’s, a slight tremble from his neck made Jin Yang abruptly stop moving.

Jin Yang cautiously called out, “Mushi?”

Zhou Mushi didn’t respond, but the strength in his grip loosened. He slowly lowered his arm and closed his eyes, looking like he was genuinely tired and about to fall asleep without crying or making a fuss.

Jin Yang sighed, he didn’t understand why Zhou Mushi was making such a fuss today.

He sat up and slowly covered Zhou Mushi with the blanket, saying: “Your body is your capital, don’t treat it badly.”

Zhou Mushi wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were trembling badly. He didn’t dare to lower his head, fearing that something might fall out if he did.

A long silence pervaded the room, and finally, Zhou Mushi couldn’t hold back anymore. He quietly lifted his hand in the darkness, wanting to hold Jin Yang’s hand.

Just as he was about to raise his finger, the person stood up.

“Rest well and make sure to set an alarm. You have work tomorrow.” he said.

Jin Yang didn’t know what was wrong with his words, nor did he know if he misspoke about the alarm clock or work. The person lying on the bed, upon hearing his words, suddenly did a fish flop and pounced on top of him in a dominant position.

Jin Yang was prepared to have his clothes stripped off, but Zhou Mushi didn’t do anything after that. It was as if he regarded him as a mattress and half of his body rested on Jin Yang’s chest, silently falling asleep.

He began to suspect that Zhou Mushi was really drunk.

Otherwise, why would he just hold onto him and sleep so peacefully?

He couldn’t move now, so he had to force himself to move the limbs that could still move, cover the two of them with the blanket, and close his eyes.

After several hours, there was only a faint dim light in the room. Someone opened their eyes, but even though his body was numb, he refused to move and only shifted their chin and kissed a patch of skin they could reach. With just this, it seemed that they had obtained great satisfaction, and then they fell asleep.