Could You Not Tease Me?

Fann Winston was never a self-discipliner who made him feel secure, he was a crazy enjoyer.

Realizing that, Hunter suddenly fell, and his belly seemed to burst open.

A whistle came from overhead.

Hunter took a breath and looked up at Gina's eyes.

"I thought I wasn't attractive enough to make you react at all."

"Ah ... haha ​​..." Hunt laughed awkwardly. Now he just wanted to cover up where he reacted.

"Hey devil, you don't need to be shy. This shows that you are healthy." The bartender blinked at Hunter.

Gina tied her bow tie back with a smile, said "I still have something in the background", and then passed by Winston, Winston gave her a tip of one hundred dollars.

"You ..." Hunt pointed at Gina.

"Don't you want to pick up a girl? Isn't Gina better than the woman you saw in a previous bar?" Winston asked.

Hunter is speechless. Is there any friend more interesting than Winston?

"Come on. You tell me clearly that you want to make Hunter happy. I can seduce him, but I must never touch him." Gina turned, pointed out, and smiled at Winston. Express contempt.

"why?"

Hunter, who was gradually awake, suddenly became upset.

Winston paid for Gina to dance for him, but why not let him touch it! Why not let touch! He was sitting there just now, and the muscles on his back were about to burst!

"This will reflect Gina's technical excellence," Winston replied, of course.

"Come on. You're just teasing me." Hunter will never forget Winston's smirk, "want me to see it, not to eat."

He didn't even know whether his reaction just now was due to Gina's ingenious idiot skills or Winston's gaze.

"I ... I'm going to the bathroom ..." Hunt jumped off the chair with his ears red.

"Haha, kid, don't wait until we snore and you haven't come back!" The bartender laughed.

"Fuck!" Hunt angrily turned his back to the middle finger.

Winston was still sitting where the bartender poured him a glass of mineral water.

"Ah ... the last glass of YoUrULeme might make him a little excited, and I guess he won't be able to come back for a while ..."

"Ok."

"Ah ... I seem to have told you before you came that the toilet was broken and could not be flushed, so we locked it up!" The bartender touched his head.

"How do other guests go to the bathroom?"

"Behind the warehouse, fix it on-site." The bartender smiled indifferently. "Well, that little devil must be careful not to be seen by the bad uncle! It looks so delicious!"

Winston raised the glass, took a sip, stepped off the high stool, and walked quickly toward the back door.

At this time, Hunter felt a fire burning in his stomach, and just wanted to be immediately relieved.

When he left the seat, he was still pretending to be calm. When he reached the door of the bathroom, he pushed hard and found that the door was locked.

"Hey, go to the bathroom and go to the back." A man carrying the box lifted his chin at him.

"Fuck--" The blood vessels on Hunter's neck were about to burst, and he slammed **** the door.

"Hello! Imp! I'll pay for it!"

At this point, Hunter's mind was blank. He rushed out of the back door, and the cool air struck, diluting the breath of alcohol, but Hunter didn't feel sober. Something was rampant in the depths of his mind, making him want to jump into the ice water.

The back alley is dim, but it is also a good place for ear grinding.

Someone was already doing something by the wall.

Listening to those voices made Hunt even more uncomfortable.

He came to a corner, trying to unlock himself, but his fingers were shaking.

Someone whistled, and the teasing voice sounded: "May I help you!"

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, Hunter whispered, "Get away!"

"Hey! Don't get me wrong, it's normal to drink too much. I'm just afraid you pee on you!"

The other seemed to be approaching him, and a paleness in Hunt's mind didn't want to care about him at all.

A cold, oppressive voice sounded, "I'll help him, there's nothing for you here."

Winston came over and blocked Hunt.

"Oh ... he's company now, sorry."

Hunter didn't know what Winston was talking to, but only knew that his arrival was reassuring.

He can finally concentrate on solving his problems.

Winston came over and put his hands in Hunter's ears. "Okay, I'm blocking you. Hurry up."

"Thank you……"

Hunt leaned his forehead against Winston's shoulders, the other's arms tightened, and held him up.

A minute passed and Hunter's forehead was sweaty, and Winston said, "Why not come out?"

The icy voice and soft breath passed Hunter's ears, like a fatal shock that made him whole.

"You ... you can solve it in a minute!"

The nose is Winston's taste. There is no tiredness of men's cologne, just the taste of a light shower milk ... Hunter knows the taste because the shower milk he uses is also the same brand.

Hunter breathed hard. He was mad and wanted to get into the man's arms, and wanted him to hold himself tighter.

But he couldn't say ... it would be laughed at.

Hunt was thinking so, but he did not expect Winston to tighten his arms tighter. That kind of force would almost crush Hunt's bones.

However, Hunter was not scared at all, and he even wanted to destroy himself in the embrace of the other.

Winston's cheeks were lightly affixed to Hunter's face. I don't know why, Hunter felt that the other's cheeks were as hot as his own ... even hotter than his own.

"Will you ever?"

"... how could it not!" Hunt said gritted teeth.

Can't you stop talking?

Hunt's body was shaking slightly.

"I'll give you thirty seconds, and I won't be able to come out again. I'll get it for you."

His cold voice sounded like cremation and fell on the water. The heat was not drowned, but the entire ocean was evaporated.

Hunter rushed out instantly.

He breathed hard, Winston slowly enough to strangle his arms and slowly patted his back.

Like a soothing.

"Just come out," Winston said.

"... Why do I feel embarrassed ..." Hunt's voice was a little hoarse, and the mood that seemed to fly into the sky just now is choked.

"If you're embarrassed because of me, I can ask you to stop me once."

Winston's indifferent tone made Hunter laugh.

"No more ... I'm afraid I won't sleep at night."

"Then don't feel embarrassed. Let's go, I'll order you a glass of mint lemonade."

"Thank you."

Hunt lowered his head and followed Winston back to the bar.

The other's back is mature and calm.

The bartender blinked at him: "Sorry, the bathroom is under repair."

"I think you did it on purpose," Hunt said.

The bartender paused for two seconds, and then glanced at Winston, who was sitting next to him, and whispered, "I think there is someone else on purpose."

"what?"

"Nothing. Mint lemonade is better for you."

Hunter took a big sip, and the cold feeling made him feel better. He closed his eyes and sighed: "Ah ... so comfortable ..."

The bartender laughed softly.

"It's getting late." Winston raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Okay ... let's go back." Although Hunter wanted to stay here for a while, he thought that once Marcus knew he hadn't returned all night, he would be ecstatic.

Winston threw the car keys to Hunt and went to pay for them.

"You wait for me in the car."

There is no way. On economic conditions, Winston is better. On the age, this guy is older himself. Of course, it ’s up to him to pay such gracious things.

Before leaving, Hunt did not forget to thank the bartender.

"Your wine tastes really good." Hunter shook hands.

"It's not enough wine, but enough heart."

"what?"

"Do you know what those glasses of wine mean?" The bartender smiled, squinting.

"I understand English."

"You are so cute. When English is here, it is not just literal."

"Oh? Here, what do those glasses of wine mean?" Hunt touched his chin. It seems that those glasses of wine are not meaningful?

"DArKnIght, night is coming, my heart is about to move, are you the same as me?"

Henry nodded.

This glass of wine should mean temptation here. If someone asks him for a DArKnIght, it is just to see if he is also interesting to the other party.

"LIponFInger, my lips, not only want to kiss your fingertips, but also everything you kiss."

Hunter's heart missed a beat, and the temperature that had cooled down was inexplicably hot.

"CrAZYDeSIre, your sexyness makes me lose my mind, and everything you want to destroy will get you."

There was a surge in Hunt's throat, and he didn't even dare to get out of his seat.

"And the last YoUrULeme. You control my everything, I exist only for you. Last month, the owner of our bar proposed the bride with this glass of wine, and then they had a very passionate and crazy night."

"I ..." Hunt shrugged his shoulders, wondering how well he could speak for a moment.

And, he probably knew why he was so morbid just now.

"It's romantic. Welcome back next time. But without Winston, I don't think you can drink these four glasses."

"why?"

"Because no one dares to give you something."

The bartender said as he packed the empty glasses.

"why!"

"Hahaha!" The bartender laughed without answering.

Hunt's mood was complicated, and he had the feeling that Winston had made himself with four glasses of wine.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Do you really think I'll invite you to drink to encourage you to slap girls casually?

Hunter: Otherwise ... what can you do?

Winston: Next time, I will make you cry.