I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 10: Don't Make Easy Wishes on An Ziyan

I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 《你是男的我也爱》Ni Shi Nan De Wo Ye Ai
I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 10 Don't Make Easy Wishes on An Ziyan

After that, An Ziyan doesn't know in what way to get Mai Ding's salary, the biggest winner of this matter is probably Sister Hua, who sees the disgruntled Gao Guo leaving, the manager's wife and the manager are going through a divorce, Sister Hua comforted the manager every day when he was most sad, maybe she will become the next manager's wife. Maybe it was all planned by Sister Hua, but Mai Ding didn't want to think of humanity as too evil, at that time Sister Hua could have just waited for things to develop, but she still came out to help him, which was like admitting that she was actually the source of the rumor.


Not thinking about it, Mai Ding waved his head off, and he went back to school again with a thick skin, no one cares anyway. It's almost graduation, just in time to go back to school to prepare for graduation design and to spend more time with An Ziyan. After thinking about it he looked sideways at An Ziyan who was sleeping next to him, squirmed and plastered himself up from behind, crossing his legs over An Ziyan's lap: "Get up."

An Ziyan didn't react, he had a reaction. Mai Ding only found it strange, he pushed An Ziyan: "Time to get up, you hear me, I'm the one who doesn't like lazy behavior the most." An Ziyan frowned and a confused and annoyed voice came out of his mouth, "How come I didn't see you inspire me when I got up early that day."

"Early risers are supposed to, you mean, I'll have to send you a little red flower and throw you another party to celebrate your early rise?"

An Ziyan stopped talking and fell asleep again, and Mai Ding's eyes rolled down, and like he had some idea, he burrowed under the covers and crawled between An Ziyan's legs. Sure enough, it didn't take long for An Ziyan to wake up. He brought his hand down and pressed it against Mai Ding's head, fingers tucked, and rubbed into his hair.

A comfortable exhale sounded from An Ziyan's mouth, Mai Ding's warm lips wrapped around the shy sound that lust would overflow from time to time, he reached out and lifted a corner of the quilt to see An Ziyan awake, blushing and slowly letting go of An Ziyan, the back of his hand wiped the corner of his mouth, "That is, that is, if you are awake, then get up and go to school."

Saying was about to get out of bed when he was held back by An Ziyan, who moved quickly to roll over and press Mai Ding underneath him: "You think I'm going to let you go?"

"We’ll be late!" Mai Ding only intended to wake An Ziyan up, but did not intend to do the whole morning screw set, his simple mind only thought of this method, but did not expect the results of this method. His words fell on deaf ears as An Ziyan's shallow kisses landed on Mai Ding's neck, collarbone.




"No way!" With a 100% determined attitude, An Ziyan's fingers slipped under the hem of his dress, and his fingers crawled slowly over his skin along his small belly as Mai Ding bit his lower lip, feeling the warmth that gradually reached his chest upwards.

"No way." 90% of the attitude was still firm. It seems that Mai Ding's belief in the class is still quite strong, and he is a good student.

An Ziyan's lips moved to Mai Ding's ear again, nibbling on his earlobe, a husky, sexy voice like a virus without a vaccine: "Mai Ding, I want to hold you, now."

0%'s attitude in firmness, the belief value dropped too badly, Mai Ding who is instantly indulging in the male romance, that Mai Ding couldn't refuse the voice, nor could he refuse his own desire, maybe just listening to An Ziyan would make him orgxsm. The closed eyes instead made the touch more sensitive, trance, his hands gripping the pillow harder because of An Ziyan's sudden entry into him, his body repeatedly moving forward and backward, his legs unconsciously curling up.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem~" the voice changed as the speed and strength changed.

Something came up from the depths of his lower abdomen, and kept coming up, and reason and thought were all gone, and Mai Ding bowed up and screamed An Ziyan's name, and then the weaker and still trembling body was covered with An Ziyan, and An Ziyan pressed down on him and kissed the strands of his hair.

After enjoying the fun just now, the Mai Ding is now a bit of a flip-flopper, and just as he enters the classroom and takes his seat, he says, "See, it's late, you'll take full responsibility."

"I was kind enough to help you with your pants." An Ziyan said nonchalantly, Mai Ding didn't react for a moment before remembering a few seconds later that the code word the two had previously set for wanting to do intimate things had never been used.

"Just remember that aspect, you know what songs I love to listen to?"

"Not interested."

"What's the best dish I've ever made?"

"No recollection."

"Is that how you love me?"

"Not so much love there."

"Well, I have nothing to say to you!" Mai Ding could only stare, then ask foxishly, "Where is my body most sensitive?"

"Back, inner thighs and earlobes." An absolutely quickest answer!

"I want you to shift your understanding of me from the physical side to the spiritual side." He huffed, thinking that An Ziyan might not listen, so he let out a soft breath and blinked at An Ziyan, "Okay?"

"The spiritual aspect of you just needs to be understood by a psychologist."

"I'm not a psychopath!" Mai Ding didn't control the volume of his voice, the teacher above coughed lightly, and Mai Ding immediately covered his face with the book and made a ghost face at An Ziyan.




Now the class is sparse with only half the people left, those who go to intern for work, those who pretend to go to intern for work to play, and the teachers don't care much. Mai Ding, who had come back from a trip to the community, enjoyed school even more, and he didn't want to miss that last bit of time as a student again. He thought about his thesis with his hands in his hands, and had no idea what to do, so he asked An Ziyan, who was playing on his phone, "What is the title of your thesis?"

"The thousand ways to do Mai Ding."

Mai Ding took a deep breath to hold it back as if he hadn't heard such evil language: "You give me a title for me too, I don't know what to write, it's easier to have a general direction." He put on a sincere face, hoping to move An Ziyan, and An Ziyan's curved index finger slid over his chin, thinking, "A Thousands pleasures from being done by An Ziyan."

"I'm not a masochist. Get serious, or I'll get angry and not have a decent day, what will I do when I get out of society?" Mai Ding put on his mouth and pretended to be angry, except for his graduation thesis, he always worried about An Ziyan going to work. If he encounters the same thing as himself, he may be in jail for the next and last step in his life. The more he thinks, the more worried he is. He grabbed An Ziyan’s arm and spoke intently, “Remember, don't kill anyone in the future, I don't want to lose my husband so young.”

"Don't worry, how could I possibly leave you in this world."

"That sounds horrible, you're not supposed to want to put me too...."

"Haven't had a proper serious day," An Ziyan said contemptuously, placing the phone in front of Mai Ding, "Picked some topics for you, see for yourself." An Ziyan always found the right time to return the words to Mai Ding, who slid the phone screen, looked at the message above, skimmed his mouth, his expression did not mention how arrogant it was: "I will not be angry with you today, save it for tomorrow."

"Don't come bothering me."

"You don't have to prepare for a graduation interview?"

"It's done."

"Ooh the sheer arrogance."

The corners of An Ziyan's mouth hooked up and he smiled, but not the kind of smile that would make Mai Ding happy or heartened: "Has it been too long since I've really taught you a lesson in manners, who taught you to be so disrespectful to your husband?"

"Have you, have you ever respected me?"

"How many times do I have to say that we are not in the same class?"

"See, you trample me with these words every time!"

"What was written in the book of repentance in the first place, do you want me to help you recall the memories." An Ziyan fingers cupped Mai Ding's collar and rubbed it. Tyrant! Mai Ding shouted An Ziyan in his heart, but his face was a flattering smile: "Don't mention old things, we should look forward. Alas, it's close to graduation and I hope for a successful graduation." He didn't want to write any more humiliating repentance and had to change the subject, but as soon as he said it he regretted it, he shouldn't have made the wish! It's like jumping from one fire pit to another, his wishes get twisted every time, and birthdays and marriages are the result of scaring the piss out of him.




"I take back the wish." He said quickly.

"What are you talking about to yourself?"

"You mustn't prepare for a graduation surprise, count me in begging you."

"Self-motivated."

"I just had a bad feeling about it." Mai Ding looked at An Ziyan, trying to make out something on his face, did he really think too much of himself, he should not be so boring and childish, trying to pull some kind of trick on him, no, he was just boring and childish! No, he is bored and childish! Whether you believe in your loved one or not, Mai Ding’s mobile phone rang while he was in some fierce ideological struggle. Mai Ding looked at the phone in front of him and was startled. The caller ID was Uncle Fu. He handed the phone to An Ziyan and pretended to read next to him, his ears perked up.

This legendary Uncle Fu, Mai Ding has heard a few times about him, the first time he heard him was when An Ziyan taught himself to drive his car but crashed it, An Ziyan asked Uncle Fu to help him deal with it, and then also heard it a few times, but after so long, Mai Ding has never seen Uncle Fu look like, only heard An Ziyan mention in passing that Uncle Fu is the sin eater for internal affairs of the An Family, mainly working for Grandpa An, unless there are special circumstances he will not show up.






~ I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2 (Sequel) ~



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