Everyone was eating happily, people were singing, and the entire party was incredibly lively. Mai Ding secretly slipped into one of the hotel’s private rooms to change his clothes. Bai Xiao Si, Zhou Ge, and Ellen had spent half the party calling him Little Red, Little Red, and even though Ellen was wearing exactly the same color, she looked like a fairy while Mai Ding looked like a giant lump of bloody red shit.
Unfortunately, it was winter, and his clothes were thick and difficult to remove. Mai Ding had worked himself into a sweat and still could not get out of the strange outfit his father had forced him into, some thing with a zipper down the back that made him look like a paper funeral doll. Meanwhile, Mai Ding’s mother was having such a good time that she wanted Mai Ding to sing “Mom Is the Best in the World” with her. When she could not find him, she sent An Zi Yan to look. An Zi Yan had seen Mai Ding enter the private room and knew he was changing clothes, but he had certainly been taking long enough.
Finally losing his temper, Mai Ding simply tore the clothes. At that moment, An Zi Yan opened the door and found Mai Ding bent over, the torn outfit hanging from his shoulders, nothing covering his lower body. With only the upper half of the garment left on and an opening torn down the back, the sight immediately stirred An Zi Yan. “What are you doing?”
Mai Ding jumped. When he turned and saw it was An Zi Yan, he sighed with relief. “Oh, it’s you. You scared me to death. These clothes are impossible to take off.”
“I’ll help you.”
Something was wrong. An Zi Yan being this helpful was deeply suspicious. Before Mai Ding could figure it out, An Zi Yan had already pressed his body against him from behind. Mai Ding distinctly felt something hard against him and tried to turn around and shove An Zi Yan away. “You pervert! It’s my mom’s birthday! I can literally hear her singing outside. I can’t commit something this morally bankrupt while listening to my own mother sing.”
An Zi Yan held Mai Ding in place so he could not turn around, slipping his fingers beneath the remaining clothes to catch his nipples. “It’s fine.”
“What do you mean, it’s fine? It is not fine. Let me go.” His mouth might have been resisting, but his body obediently surrendered to An Zi Yan’s fingers and began shifting restlessly. Even through An Zi Yan’s pants, the sensation pressing against him from behind made Mai Ding flush.
“Liar.”
“I’m not! Let go. What if my mom comes in?”
“Then we’ll wish her a happy birthday.”
“You—!” What a shameless bastard.
An Zi Yan gently stroked Mai Ding below while kissing his shoulder, his fingers moving slowly up and down. Mai Ding had already given up resisting. He raised his ass and pressed himself tightly against An Zi Yan, his body forming an enticing curve. Bracing both hands against the table in front of him, Mai Ding let out a breathless moan.
“Ah… An Zi Yan… mm, ah…” Mai Ding rose lightly onto his toes, stepping on top of An Zi Yan’s feet.
An Zi Yan’s lips slowly moved lower, his tongue gently licking at Mai Ding’s entrance while one hand wrapped around his erection. Mai Ding lost himself completely in pleasure. “Ah… ahh… mm, ah… ah…”
“Quiet. You’re almost louder than your mother singing.”
Mai Ding clawed at An Zi Yan’s shoulder. “Ah… you… haa… ah…” Staying clear-headed at a time like this was nearly impossible, especially with An Zi Yan’s fingers already inside him, moving in and out and stimulating him everywhere.
Mom, I’m sorry.
An Zi Yan turned Mai Ding around, lifted him off the floor, and pressed him against the door. Mai Ding’s legs wrapped around An Zi Yan’s waist. With one hand, An Zi Yan unzipped his pants and freed his erection, then entered Mai Ding before Mai Ding had even mentally prepared himself. The position made him feel impossibly deep. Mai Ding repeatedly sucked in sharp breaths as his body rose and fell, both of them quickly covered in sweat.
“Haa… ah… I—I can’t…”
“Hold on a little longer.”
“Ahhh…” The scene could hardly have been more erotic.
Just then, someone knocked from outside. It was Mai Ding’s mother. “Mai Ding, are you in there? Hurry up and come sing with Mom!”
Every hair on Mai Ding’s body stood on end from fright, and his erection instantly went soft. An Zi Yan released him, zipped his pants, and opened the door. Mai Ding was flattened behind it while An Zi Yan looked perfectly composed, as though nothing whatsoever had happened. “Auntie, he isn’t in here.”
Mai Ding’s mother was already tipsy and leaned her entire weight against the door. “Really? Then where did he go? Zi Yan, you’re so mean. You won’t even sing with Auntie.” Some women became particularly coquettish after drinking. Mai Ding’s mother was one of them.
Mai Ding’s head was practically being crushed behind the door, yet he still thought furiously, I’m calling the police and having the vice squad haul this woman away.
An Zi Yan cleared his throat. The extremely perceptive Zhou Ge turned his head, exchanged one look with An Zi Yan, and immediately came over to support Mai Ding’s mother. “Beautiful lady, come on. I’ll dance with you.”
“Good, good. You’re the most obedient one.”
After Mai Ding’s mother was led away, An Zi Yan had not even managed to close the door before one of Mai Ding’s hands shot out, grabbed his collar, unzipped his pants, and Mai Ding jumped onto him. “Again.”
The door slowly closed.
Quite some time later, Mai Ding returned with An Zi Yan, his face flushed bright red. He sat back at the table and pretended nothing had happened. Bai Xiao Si glanced sideways at him. “Finished?”
“What do you mean, finished? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Do I look like the kind of person who would do something like that on such a solemn occasion?” He was lying with his eyes wide open.
Ellen collapsed against Zhou Ge’s shoulder. “Haa… ah… I—I can’t… I want more.” Her imitation was uncannily accurate.
Mai Ding jumped up accusingly. “Are you kidding me? You were eavesdropping! An Zi Yan, look at them!”
“I told you not to make so much noise.”
Seeing that even An Zi Yan refused to defend him, Mai Ding—who had always prided himself on being respectable—had no ground left to stand on. He lifted his glass, drained it in one gulp, then used the opportunity to escape. “Mom, come on. Let’s sing.”
The moment Mai Ding reached his mother, she patted him on the shoulder. “Coming over here was the smartest thing you’ve done. Look, the second you left that table, its aura came right back.”
“I’m your biological son!”
“That alone deserves another drink.” Mai Ding’s mother dragged him into drinking with her. Before long, both of them were drunk from having far too much fun. The birthday party continued well into the night, with the middle-aged guests partying far too hard before finally heading home. Bai Xiao Si had not been drinking, so she drove Zhou Ge and Ellen home in their car. Mai Ding’s father took his wife home on her sparkling new bicycle because she absolutely insisted on bringing it with her, leaving Mai Ding’s bicycle behind to be collected the next day. Bai Xiao Si looked at Mai Ding, who was practically draped over An Zi Yan. “You sure you’ll be okay? I can drop Zhou Ge and Ellen off first and then come back for you two.”
“No need. It’s late. You should get some rest too.”
“All right. Be careful.”
Once Bai Xiao Si drove away, leaving only the two of them, Mai Ding suddenly crouched beside the road and began vomiting so hard that tears almost came out. An Zi Yan stood behind him rubbing his back, and Mai Ding grabbed his hand miserably. An Zi Yan frowned and took out his car keys, only for Mai Ding to throw himself in front of the car door and shout, “You drank! You’re not allowed to drive.”
An Zi Yan had indeed drunk a little while accompanying Mai Ding’s mother. Mai Ding climbed onto the car and stood there. “Carry me home.”
“You trying to exhaust me to death?” Walking home from here would take at least forty minutes.
“Oh, come on. Let’s be romantic for once. Besides, you haven’t carried me on your back in ages.”
“What the fuck is romantic about this in the middle of the night?”
“You won’t carry me? Fine. I’m peeing.” The shameless Mai Ding stood on the hood directly in front of the windshield, pulled down his zipper, and stared challengingly at An Zi Yan while waiting for his decision. An Zi Yan stared back without expression. “If you let even one drop come out, you’re finished.”
Ordinarily, a threat like that worked extremely well on Mai Ding. Unfortunately, this was not the ordinary Mai Ding. The instant An Zi Yan finished speaking, Mai Ding genuinely sprayed the windshield. An Zi Yan’s expression became hideous. This bastard.
“I’m drunk anyway. If you hit me, I won’t even feel it.” Apparently alcohol could give a person enormous courage. Mai Ding spread both arms toward An Zi Yan. “Husband, carry me.”
An Zi Yan said nothing more. There was no point continuing this ridiculous scene in the middle of the night. He glanced at his beloved car, walked over, and turned his back toward Mai Ding. Mai Ding immediately jumped onto him, wrapped both arms around An Zi Yan’s neck, and rested his face against the back of his neck. “An Zi Yan, you’re so good to me.”
An Zi Yan carried Mai Ding while Mai Ding mumbled indistinctly into his neck. Gradually the muttering grew softer and softer until it disappeared entirely.
“Mai Ding?” An Zi Yan called his name. There was no response.
An Zi Yan opened the car door. It turned out he had been walking in circles around the car the entire time. He dumped the sleeping Mai Ding into the back seat, climbed into the front, glanced at the peacefully sleeping figure behind him, and switched on the windshield wipers to clear away Mai Ding’s urine. “Just wait until tomorrow. I’ll deal with you then.”
You look so peaceful when you sleep, completely unaware of the miserable fate waiting for you tomorrow.
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