CH 65

Chapter 65: You Kiss Me

Zhou Mushi was actually very rebellious, but the reason he liked Jin Yang was not because of rebellion.

But Zhou Muxian was right, there was indeed a gap between him and Jin Yang, and this gap was not only present today.

“I will handle things between me and Jin Yang myself, so don’t worry about it. By the way, I heard that my sister-in-law had a miscarriage, how is she doing now?”

Zhou Muxian forced a smile and said, “She’s being taken care of, and she’s doing well.”

Every time his wife was mentioned, Zhou Muxian’s attitude was overly indifferent, not bad or very good, just a little bit subdued. The respectful and harmonious life of a married couple was not what Zhou Mushi liked, but perhaps his older brother thought it was good. It was not appropriate for him to intervene in other people’s lives.”

When Jin Yang returned, Zhou Muxian had already left. The room was clean and tidy, as if no one had ever been there.

A man dressed in light-colored home clothes was standing in the kitchen, cooking a pot of chicken soup.

Jin Yang remembered that Zhou Mushi used to not like cooking soup very much because it was too time-consuming. But now, he was enthusiastically flipping through a book while sitting on a high stool next to the soup pot.

When he looked over in this direction, Zhou Mushi moved his eyes from the book and smiled at him, saying, “You’re back.”

It was like a long-lost greeting, with a hint of sweetness and tenderness.

Not everyone can bear Zhou Mushi’s words. His words are precious and he never easily reveals his affection for anyone.

When Jin Yang walked over, Zhou Mushi put down his book and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his face deeply in his body and greedily taking a breath.

To be precise, they have not yet experienced a verbal reconciliation.

Physically, they have rolled around in bed a few times, but it was only bodily pleasure. Even if this was attributed to what Zhou Mushi had called a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship, it wouldn’t be surprising.

But on an afternoon, when there was a pot of chicken soup simmering, there was no need to embrace his ‘friend with benefits’.

He rubbed against Jin Yang like a cat, extending his paw for a gesture of goodwill, without saying any words of agreement but with a hint of flattery.

Jin Yang was stunned, and then pushed away the person rubbing against him and looked down at him.

In that instant of being pushed away, Zhou Muxi stiffened, pursed his lips as if slapped.

But Jin Yang suddenly leaned down and gave him an unexpected kiss on the forehead. It was light, but very gentle.

It was raining outside the window, and some soft music was playing in the living room. The aroma of chicken soup from the casserole wafted out, and Jin Yang turned off the stove and directly lifted Mushi’s butt onto the bed.

He didn’t take off Mushi’s clothes. The two just lay there quietly, wrapped in a quilt, gently intertwining their fingers and listening to each other’s breathing while taking a nap on that peaceful afternoon.

When it was late at night, they realized that they had forgotten about the pot of chicken soup. Their bodies felt weak from lying down for too long, so they got out of bed and set up a small table on the balcony to share the pot of hearty soup.

During the Qingming Festival, Mushi went to a flower shop and bought a bunch of flowers to visit his deceased mother’s grave.

He used to live a happy life with his father, mother, and brother, but his mother loved him the most.

As for the matter with Jin Yang, he can understand his mother to some extent, but that’s just understanding. Life is still his own, and the road is still his own.

During the Qingming Festival, Jin Yang also bought two bouquets of flowers and went to the corner of the train station to place them. One bouquet was for himself, and the other was for his brother, Jin Yuan.

Even when they were poor in the past, the two brothers would not skimp on money for this bouquet of flowers.

With the rapid development of generations, even during the Qingming Festival, the train station is still crowded with people. Taking advantage of the three-day holiday, there are even more people than usual.

Jin Yang’s memory of the past is already very vague. He remembers that it was probably around Qingming Festival, and he and his brother still had two uneaten green cakes in their pockets, and they were just abandoned at the train station like that.

Someone told them they would be back soon, but that person never returned.

He lit a cigarette and stood in the corner watching the men and women tightly holding their children. Jin Yang felt a bit abnormal, but he was actually observing to see if there was anyone on this day who wanted to abandon their child.

From many years ago until now, he has spent every Qingming Festival like this.

After all, when others were sweeping tombs and paying respects to their ancestors, he had no ancestors to pay respects to.

He really wanted to visit his brother, but he had been asked by his brother not to visit him. He could only give up and in the evening, he bought a bunch of food and went to the orphanage.

This year’s Qingming Festival didn’t rain, it was a sunny day, just a little windy.

When he returned home in the evening, Zhou Mushi was squeezing orange juice.

The sweet and sour juice spread in his mouth, giving a unique taste.

The kiss with the taste of oranges also made him feel comfortable.

Under the dim light, a thoroughly gentle kiss was imprinted, moving slowly from the cheek to the lips. Jin Yang’s tenderness made Zhou Mushi feel a little trance-like, as if he had returned to that time when they were both young, and Jin Yang was always so gentle, with kisses that never stopped, and the affection that landed on Zhou Mushi’s face also never stopped.

When Zhou Mushi is bullied badly, he will show a small, pitiful expression like a little animal, making Jin Yang feel a strange possessiveness, then imprisoning him by his side, not allowing him to use this expression to tempt other men.

Zhou Mushi grabbed the blanket underneath him and whimpered softly.

He had a wicked idea in his mind, and he extended two fingers to slide gently on Zhou Mush’s chin, saying: you kiss me.

The person was in a dazed state and obediently followed his lead. He pouted his bright red lips and kissed Jin Yang’s lips with a “smack”.

A smile appeared at the corner of Jin Yang’s mouth, and he responded with a gentle kiss.

End of Chapter 65