I’ll Still Love You Even if You’re a Man 2, Chapter 64: Special Guest Appearances Again (3)

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 64: Special Guest Appearances Again (3)

From Su Xiaomi's home back to the hotel they got there very late, today they had to catch a plane over to go to the company from there, but also with Su Xiaomi chatting until midnight 12. They got back after midnight, and Mai Ding felt like he should be going to sleep soon. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed tightly but couldn't sleep, please don't think he's got a delicate problem, he's just not used to the bed


He opened his eyes in the darkness, "An-Ziyan, I can't sleep." There was no movement next to him, Mai Ding always used to go to sleep before An-Ziyan, and since he does not like being awake alone at night, then Mai Ding would want to An-Ziyan to wake up and talk to him but he still had the fear of waking him up. Everyone's definition of loneliness is different, not just two people can't experience the same loneliness but itself loneliness can't be judged by the number of people, and when one party has the ability to speak, you long for him to do so and the other side is just silent, you feel the loneliness doubling along with the numbers.

Mai Ding rolled over and faced An-Ziyan, his hand resting on his face, he thought An-Ziyan was asleep, so he said very quietly, "Although I can't sleep, still, I hope you have a good night's sleep." Mai Ding's body suddenly shifted with the sheets to An-Ziyan, who still had his eyes closed said.

"Then we'll do something that will put you to sleep."

His lips were close, and Mai Ding had no reason to refuse as he pressed his hands against An-Ziyan's chest, taking it with his own lips, his hands moving up gradually, and sliding over An-Ziyan's neck, plunging into his hair. Tongues entwined, lips and teeth intertwined, the entire mouth and body escaping the shadowy craving, the temperature of desire rising.

An-Ziyan nibbled on Mai Ding's lower lip and kissed along the jaw again, not missing an inch. He lifted Mai Ding's night shirt and sucked on the pink bulge on his chest, and Mai Ding held An-Ziyan's head, overwhelmed by the impatience in his lower abdomen. Wanting too much of An-Ziyan, but not knowing what to start with, he kicked off his pants, which made him itched more where they touched. Hot, he couldn't help but clench his legs, wanting An-Ziyan's touch him some more. An-Ziyan's hand was on the most eager part of Mai Ding's body, his inner thighs tensed and began to tremble, eagerness turning into too much excitement and he felt couldn't bear it, so he grabbed An-Ziyan's wrist, "Ah~ wait first~ ah~ or I'll come quick~ ha~ ah~."




An-Ziyan not only ignored it, but grabbed Mai Ding's hands and put them above his head and tied them to the bed with his shirt, the bound body was only at An-Ziyan's mercy. His lips lingered below Mai Ding's navel for a moment, his fingertips moistened as he slipped his fingers into Mai Ding's panting mouth. The wetness probed into Mai Ding's body again, and Mai Ding gripped the shirt with both hands, his bottom wriggling.

"Beg me to give it to you." An-Ziyan's voice was no longer cold.

"You ~~ En ah ~~ you... Hugh."

"Yes?" An-Ziyan withdrew his fingers and held them firm against the wetness, but would only linger outside, his long fingers only touching the tremor of the maiden flower and moving away again, tormenting Mai Ding's desire. Mai Ding kept raising his lower body, and his skin rubbed against An-Ziyan's firmness, and when Mai Ding was about to admit defeat, An-Ziyan growled low with difficulty, “You...."

The uncountable number of thrusts, the filling in the back cut off Mai Ding's sanity, leaving only every nerve that could be felt, and it was no wonder that in the olden days of some of the saints would call 'desire' a sin, because its raw power is so strong that it makes one loses a sense of judgment, their standards, their thinking, and just wants to gaining internal satisfaction, Mai Ding tried to hold An-Ziyan, but he couldn't move his hands, he tried to tell An-Ziyan to let him go, but An-Ziyan's only went deeper and deeper and not giving him any chance at all, his mouth unable to make any sound other than moaning, his leg lifted, hooking An-Ziyan's waist, the pleasure of his body was reaching a point of extremity, something in his lower abdomen grew stronger and stronger, then his mind went blank and An-Ziyan entered him deeply and shallowly again and switched back to him, he thought, and he would either die in the love of An-Ziyan or die under him.

The next day, the phone ringing woke up Mai Ding, he can't even remember when he fell asleep, pushing wake up An-Ziyan: "Your call." After getting out of bed and just stepping on the ground, there was a soreness in his crotch, and when he washed up and saw An-Ziyan get up like nothing, he felt life was not fair, why last night's passion had after-effects only on itself.

The phone call was from Manager Zhang, who wanted to discuss specific matters together as soon as possible. Mai Ding wondered, thinking that Manager Zhang would deliberately delay for a while to save face, but he suddenly became more positive. They stayed in that company for a whole day, and Mai Ding was so busy that he was dizzy and exhausted. Thinking smugly about the scheme.

He has distracted by both Yan Yan and An-Ziyan with a brilliant plan after work, when he feels responsible for the situation. In the middle of his mind, even Yan Yan and An-Ziyan are just his pawns, thinking about it makes him feel so great, he even considers going to running for President. Su Xiaomi walked into Yan Yan's office and lay down on the desk, blinking rapidly, "Yan~~ What are your plans after work? ~" and he made a deliberate effort to make his tone sound cute.

"Put your stupid face away."

"Why don't you and An-Ziyan go play basketball together after work."

"Why?" Su Xiaomi didn't expect Yan Yan to ask why, he thought that if he pretended to be cute so Yan Yan would be confused by himself, so he didn't even think of other responses. After a moment's bureaucracy, he picked up the pen from the table, stepped back a few steps, and put it to his neck: "No why, no, no, not if... If you don't go, I'll die for you!" After thinking about it for a day, he came up with a brilliant plan to act cute and doggedly jump over the wall. It's not the first time Yan Yan has seen Su Xiaomi looking for life inside a deadly situation, and certainly not the second or third time this happened. He didn't even bat an eyelid and said, "... Put the pen away when you're done."

"Don't you care if I live or die?" Sorrowful and mournful, Yan Yan ignored it, Su Xiaomi flung himself on the couch, "My life is so bitter~~"

"Don't be an idiot."




"Yan~~ I beg you, go play basketball with An-Ziyan after work, I beg you, have pity on me, Yan~~~ Yan~~~ Yan Yan~~" he also used a cryptic voice, no different from a beggar. Yan Yan rubbed his temples with his left hand, his right hand picked up the phone next to him and pressed the dial key: "We go play basketball later, En, I'll send you the address.." After Yan Yan hung up the phone, Su Xiaomi was incomparably touched, "Yan~ You're a good man, the Bodhisattva will bless you."

"You're free to go."

"But I can't bear to leave you." Su Xiaomi said wearily.

Yan Yan pulled open the drawer of his desk and took out the chocolates from inside, Su Xiaomi screwed up his eyebrows, "What do you take my feelings for you for." Yan Yan touched another fifty yuans banknote wallet to hold the chocolates and threw them over together, Su Xiaomi stood up, "Always sending me off with these vulgar things. My noble mind will be hurt." He said as he pocketed the chocolates and money, and was cheerfully dispatched by the vulgarity.

After walking out of the office with An-Ziyan, Mai Ding started to feel his pockets and said uneasily, "Oh no, I seem to have left my phone at Su Xiaomi’s, I'm going over there, you want to go?" The last one thing he said was because he was just afraid that An-Ziyan would be suspiciously, An-Ziyan looked at him with no expression at all, and Mai Ding dodged An-Ziyan’s look in a guilty manner. In the meantime, the mobile phone in Mai Ding's bag rang, it was a message from Su Xiaomi, he was calm: "original, original, hand, the mobile phone was not lost Ah." What kind of composure is this? The call from Yan Yan relieved Mai Ding, and An-Ziyan said after answering the phone, "I'll be busy later."

"Yeah? That's a shame, you won't mind if I go to Su Xiaomi's by myself."

"It's quite a shame, not being able to see how stupid you would be a good time for me."

"What stupidity, we are talking business, don't compare me to you, I am very principled and wise as a human being, it is you who Always making me out to be stupid."

"Then let me ask you a question."

Mai Ding held his hands, "Feel free to ask, I'm not afraid."

"One plus six equals to what?"

Mai Ding pushed An-Ziyan's arm, "Your question is insulting! Not even multiplication and division." He remembered An-Ziyan's injury: "Is it okay for you to go play basketball with that hand?"

"I'm not you."




"What do you mean, what's wrong with me?" Mai Ding stared at the figure of An-Ziyan walking towards the curb to beckon a taxi, reassuring himself that this was only temporary and that he would soon learn the secret of Su Xiaomi’s. Lets see what we'll do to him then!







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



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