I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 14: An Ziyan's Prank

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 14: An Ziyan's Prank

Mai Ding, who was about to leave, was dragged by the wrist by An Ziyan who said: "Hey, today is the last day, let's just kiss it at school." His tone was abominable, but his expression looked like the last casual and capricious request Mai Ding made, and he turned around and approached An Ziyan, and was about to kiss An Ziyan's mouth when An Ziyan blocked it with his palm: "Who gave you permission to kiss my mouth?" Mai Ding clenched his hands and resisted the urge to rush forward and bite An Ziyan to death, graduate today, don't think about him, never think about him.


"Where can I kiss?"

An Ziyan pointed to his neck, "Here will do."

"Okay." Mai Ding's words almost squeezed out of his teeth as he stood on tiptoe, sucking a visible red mark across An Ziyan's neck as if in retaliation, and then glared at him again, "Is everything all right?" An Ziyan waved his hand like an underling, "You may go."

Bear with me! With the last day of school to make some fond memories, Mai Ding repeatedly consoled himself and really wanted to go home and clean the toilet first with his toothbrush.

Mai Ding quickly found his place in the class as the students swarmed into the auditorium together, first apologizing to the class leader and the girls in the class, he had a fluke, but they looked like they didn't know anything, his fluke excuse also fell. He sat in his seat and didn't see An Ziyan, could it be that he went to prepare for the interview and didn't even have time for the graduation ceremony? The headmaster on the platform didn't listen to a word Mai Ding was saying until a loud voice came from inside the auditorium: "Next, I'd like to invite the graduate representative An Ziyan to speak."

That name is the broken alarm in Mai Ding's mind that won't stop the clamor no matter how many times you press it off. He raised his head and couldn't help but narrow his eyes, whether the light behind An Ziyan was too dazzling or he himself was too dazzling, Mai Ding no longer had the heart to pursue. His collar seemed to be deliberately left slightly open, leaving the red marks on his neck exposed to all eyes, whispered discussions came from below, and the class turned even more complicated eyes on Mai Ding.

"Mai Ding, there's no need to be horny like that, everyone knows you're with An Ziyan and you can't insist on planting a strawberry kiss around his neck for fear no one will know."

"Possessiveness is horrible." Even the class leader patted Mai Ding on the shoulder, kindly reminding, "It's better to be moderate at school."

"Want to show your love, think about how An Ziyan feels too."

"Just now I saw An Ziyan's neck and that hickie wasn't there yet, it's hard to endure you Mai Ding the reason you're weird today is that you've been holding it in for too long? You have resorted to molest An Ziyan just now, what a lower animal." The girl who was previously taunted by Mai Ding was, in turn, taunting Mai Ding.

Mai Ding's face was first bloodless and then suddenly bloodshot as he defended his painstakingly laid out image as a study commissioner, "How can that be, it was he who suddenly pulled me and asked me to kiss his neck, I didn't do it voluntarily!" It was clearly the truth, say it and tell anyone else, and he didn't even think he himself believed it.

Almost a lot of people in the school knew about him and An Ziyan, and now the last impression he left of himself was that he was so messily horny, that he was going to suck An Ziyan's neck the day he graduated? Mai Ding really wanted to take out his belt and hang himself anywhere, stick his head in and bid farewell to the school in tears, then he wanted to rush up to the stage and grab the headmaster by the collar and ask: Why should An Ziyan be the representative of the graduates when all the model students who are so disciplined are sitting under the stage? But he wanted to button An Ziyan's collar first!!!

"I think a lot of people aren't ready to leave school, to leave their desks, to leave the one you're at, to leave the teacher, to leave the classroom full of memories and the noisy youth." His voice was already good enough, through the microphone to amplify the good sound, everyone was attracted to it. An Ziyan swept a glance down to the stage, it was an illusion, there were so many people, how could he find himself at a glance? There's no need to commit some kind of fancy, it's impossible, and the person on stage should be a special effects-treated An Ziyan stand-in, how can the language come out of his mouth?

An Ziyan continued, "Whether you're ready or not, it's your own business and none of my business." Well, Mai Ding withdraws the preface, he's An Ziyan. What’s he talking about, there should be more positive and positive things to say to boost morale for everyone to graduate!

"I, An Ziyan, just need to be in charge of this one." An Ziyan raised his hand, his slender index finger pointed in the direction of Mai Ding. Him? What he said in front of so many people! No more nonsense!

"No matter how annoying your ramblings are, how retarded you are, how much of a loser you'll become when you enter society, I can't be ready to leave you, so don't be afraid, I'm with you." Wasn't there a teacher or anyone else to stop him? Don't they know it's graduation? Can anyone tell if they should be angry or laugh?




"That's some kind of sentiment, it doesn't move me, not at all." Mai Ding muttered to himself, fingers gripping the seams of his pants for fear that someone would catch him lying. Then, to no one's surprise, An Ziyan lightly jumped off the stage. The teacher took An Ziyan's place and coughed softly into the microphone, trying to get the graduation ceremony going, but everyone kept their attention on the other side. Who is filming the idol drama on camera, it's not like a scene of reality exists in Mai Ding's reality? He's coming towards himself, what to do? That was until An Ziyan stood in front of him, tilting his head lightly with an inscrutable expression on his face and said, "What do you think I'll do?"

"You'd better do nothing else!" Turns out his goal wasn't to kiss me, Mai Ding was ashamed of himself for being so full of himself, An Ziyan's upper body leaned forward slightly: "You don't want me to do it, I have to." His fingers brushed the left side of Mai Ding's face, Mai Ding tried to push him away, the hand that had just been raised was forcefully grabbed by the wrist, An Ziyan kissed the left side of Mai Ding's face, then moved to Mai Ding's ear again, "We graduated, Mai Ding."

Mai Ding's confused mind was thinking of only one thing: No matter how many erasers he used, he couldn't erase this graduation ceremony.

Not in line with An Ziyan's usual style of work, shouldn't he complete himself first and then use the tricks that can easily be forgiven to end? The calories in Mai Ding's body, called love, are making him the heaviest fat man in the world. There must be some vicious words waiting for him next, for sure. He glared and scanned An Ziyan foxishly: "What do you want to say next, is it the golden needle mushroom under me or is it my premature ejaculation and impotence? Don't you think I don't know?"

"How did you get the truth about your own body?"

"I didn't!" Mai Ding retorted, and An Ziyan shrugged his shoulders, "Don't worry, I won't talk to you today."

"Did you just say just now on stage? I'm trash, retarded, or something."

"Just sayin', whoever shares your secrets."

"I'm assuming!"

An Ziyan shrugged his shoulders again and sat down next to him, not looking at Mai Ding, "I'm fine with you trying to comfort yourself like that, Mr. Kim."

"Don't give me random nicknames!" Mai Ding had just finished speaking when he noticed that there were whispers in the classmates, and it wasn't hard to hear the words "Golden needle mushroom, impotence, premature ejaculation" from them. It was over. This time it was really over, and my own name was gone, he sat down angrily, and then angrily hit An Ziyan with his elbow.

The auditorium was again filled with music as the video began to play, and one by one, images from the past to the present flashed up, familiar, not familiar enough, unfamiliar, every time there was a celebration and the performance, Mai Ding even saw himself in him old cow costume when he played the drama the Cowherd man and the Weaver, all of which needed a farewell. It's time to unload the student name-calling, no more listening to the recess ringing, no more test papers, and grades that are a headache...it's time to leave only to find that there's so much to leave.

He peeked at An Ziyan with his afterglow, just leaning lazily against the back of his chair, the light on the screen and the image constantly flashing through his dark pupils. Was he also looking at himself in the afterglow, Mai Ding thought? Immediately after, he noticed An Ziyan's shoulders move slightly, his hands reaching out to place his trouser bag on his lap, and the palm was spreading it out, whether it was unintentional or inviting, how could there be time to think, Mai Ding's hands folded up and gripped tight.

Is it his mischief to let his mood go up and down?




If that's the case, then you can't defend yourself even if you have to.


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



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