I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 80: His Tenderness

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 80: His Tenderness

When he finished reading the letter, An-Ziyan's expression did not change much, and he put the spread out letter paper back onto the piano and continued to play the piano, always standing in the doorway of the Mai Ding came forward and he asked, "Was it a letter from Grandpa?" When An-Ziyan didn't answer, he asked again, "Can I read?"


“Yep.”

Mai Ding took the letter and sat next to An-Ziyan, his back to him, An-Ziyan's arm would occasionally touch Mai Ding's back along with the scale, and Mai Ding's eyes beginning to blur, there was a voice from An-Ziyan behind him, "Stop crying."

"I wasn't."

By the next morning, there was no more piano playing in the room, and when Mai Ding got up, An-Ziyan was already standing by the window, always complaining about An-Ziyan, the easy-going Mai Ding is now wishing that An-Ziyan could sleep a little longer, but would the dream world be better?

"I'm going to see Grandpa today." Hearing An-Ziyan's words, Mai Ding ran from the bed in a mess, grabbed his sleeve, and glared, "No!" An-Ziyan was stunned, then looked at Mai Ding somewhat helplessly, "It's a visit to grandpa's grave, not to the other world, so go get dressed.” Mai Ding let go of that, embarrassed at his own stupidity earlier.

This is the first time An-Ziyan has been here since his grandfather's death, and he has one hand in his trouser bag and the other hanging at his side, looking down at his grandfather's tomb. There was a very incongruous beauty to the tombstone, with flowers placed in front of it, and An-Ziyan stood in front of it. After ten minutes, he turned around, "Let's go."

Mai Ding followed behind and asked cautiously, "Aren't you going to say something to Grandpa?" An-Ziyan stopped, "What do you want me to say to a tombstone?" After saying that, he continued to walk forward. What did An-Ziyan mean by that, Mai Ding didn't know, what An-Ziyan was thinking, Mai Ding didn't know either, there was so much he didn't know It's too presumptuous to think that you already know An-Ziyan well enough.

Getting into the car, An-Ziyan started the car, looked at the road turning the steering wheel, and said quietly, "I'm glad you're still here."

"But I haven't done anything for you, I'm useless."

"It's enough for me."




If it had been before, Mai Ding might have begun to blush, but now why did An-Ziyan's tenderness make his heartache as he looked out the window. Discovering it wasn't the way home: "Where are we going?"

"I'm still going to see your parents for New Year's." It was a gentle and thoughtful thing that Mai Ding didn't want to bear, and he shook his head, "It's okay, my parents will understand, it's okay you don't have to go." An-Ziyan didn't say anything but still drove the car to Mai Ding's parents' house. When Mai Ding's mom opened the door and saw them, she forced a smile, "You guys are here, come on in."

They made no mention of their grandfather, nor did they want to show grief or pity, it was treated like just the usual irrelevant topics that no one wanted to go poke the wound. Mai Ding's dad smokes a cigarette and talks to An-Ziyan about the news, and Mai Ding's mom called Mai Ding into the kitchen to help, her head down as she washes the dishes, "Are you guys okay?" Mai Ding's mom asked privately anyway.

"I don't know."

"You'll get over it, you're young, like your father and I, we have been through many deaths of elders in our generation, just a little while and it will be better."

“Yep.”

They had a home-cooked meal, and the Chinese New Year Gala was on TV again, and Mai Ding's mother said, "You can stay here tonight, Mai Ding. Go clean up the room and make the bed." Mai Ding nodded and went up to his room on the second floor, opening the curtains first and putting the things he didn't need into the cupboard. An-Ziyan came in at some point and sat on the bed, staring at the busy Mai Ding, who stood on tiptoe and dragged the sheets and blankets out of the overhead cabinet.

"I'm going to make the bed." As soon as Mai Ding's words were out of his mouth, An-Ziyan stood up and left the bed, came to the window, and pushed it open. Mai Ding buried himself in the blankets in silence, and An-Ziyan made his way out of the way without a hint of reluctance. Many of Mai Ding's complaints had worked in a short time, and he could no longer find a trace of complaint against An-Ziyan, but why was he not happy that Up.

"The ladder's missing." He said abruptly, and it took Mai Ding a few seconds to understand what An-Ziyan meant, "Of course, how long ago was that, what if there is a stranger who want to climb the wall like you?"

"Have I ever done anything like that?"

"You did."

It's been so long since he had caught a cold, but An-Ziyan came quietly with the help of a ladder and brought the sweetest of Mai Ding's dream, the second he saw An-Ziyan jump in through the window, his surprise, sweetness and happiness were still fresh in his mind. At that time, An-Ziyan cured him of his cold and loneliness, but now he is powerless to do anything about An-Ziyan's pain. Even though An-Ziyan says she has had enough, Mai Ding still feels that it's not enough.

At night, the bright moonlight drapes the room with a thin veil of light, a picture of Mai Ding's high school in a photo frame on the bedside table, and in the cabinet are all of Mai Ding's treasures, which he had wanted to trade with Wu Xin for An-Ziyan, he now wanted to trade souls with An-Ziyan if he could, to go in his stead and bear his grief.

An-Ziyan's cool fingers caressed Mai Ding's face, "I want you now." Why did he have to tell him beforehand when he could have just pull Mai Ding underneath him, Mai Ding leaned forward and kissed him, his fingers from An-Ziyan's of sliding over his body, and Mai Ding couldn't feel the temperature rise, why he could be so cold. He suddenly sat on top of An-Ziyan without any foreplay or wetness, biting his lower lip and holding An-Ziyan's desire to push it in, An-Ziyan crumpled eyebrows, wanting to withdraw because it will hurt for Mai Ding, Mai Ding stopped him, "I want this, do it, An-Ziyan." Seeing that An-Ziyan still didn't move, he laid on top of An-Ziyan, "Please, do it." An-Ziyan finally twitched gently, the pain from An Ziyan's was given to him through his body, so that was fair. An-Ziyan rolled over and pushed Mai Ding underneath him, he kissed him as he gave him tenderness and pain.

He grabbed one of Mai Ding's legs and put his hand on his shoulder, "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."




"But did you tell me when you were in pain? Can you stop it? I want to do it, I want you."

An-Ziyan entered again, arriving deep, wrapped in warmth. Mai Ding had often complained that desire was so bad that it blanked the mind, and right now he was thankful that desire made both of them forget their surroundings, leaving them to keep copulating His speed was fast and slow, strong and soft. The sheets and the soul were wrinkled.

The moonlight on their skin, An-Ziyan's face was reflected too beautifully, too cold, and Mai Ding raised his hand to touch it, but couldn't distinguish between himself if he was touching his face or the moon, and his outstretched hand was kissed by An-Ziyan.

When An-Ziyan released, he laid on top of Mai Ding, his arms wrapped around him, and lately, An-Ziyan's hugs have been strong and direct. His voice was too soft, almost crushed by the darkness: "He thought leaving a letter would change things." Mai Ding's legs clamped around An-Ziyan and he said nothing. By the time Mai Ding grew unable to feel the force, he knew that An-Ziyan was asleep, and he too was quickly dragged to sleep by exhaustion.

In his dream he saw his grandfather, who had become younger and could walk easily without a wheelchair or crutches, and he was accompanied by a pretty girl in the dress with the hat cut off, that's Grandma An, Grandma on Grandpa's arm, and they're both smiling so sweetly.

Grandpa waved at Mai Ding, "Tell Ziyan that I'm much more handsome and better looking than him, but Grandma An says I'm making Ziyan unhappy, so she hit me. Little Ding, I'm counting on you from now on to take care of Ziyan." Their voices grew distant, then the two people disappeared, and Mai Ding opened his eyes, wondering if this was real or if his subconscious was playing tricks on him. But he preferred to believe it was true. Grandpa An was happy in the other world, and he was relieved and happy for him.

They say that if you whisper to a person in his sleep, it may reach him in his dreams. Mai Ding didn't want to be the only one dreaming about his grandfather, so he leaned close to An-Ziyan and whispered what Grandpa An had said in his dream to him. Mai Ding looked at An-Ziyan's sleeping face and kept asking himself: "Does he dream about it? Does he dream about it?







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



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