Could You Not Tease Me?

"Aren't you drinking?" Winston asked.

"Still no more ..."

My wine is not good.

"This is plum wine, almost no degree." Winston said.

"Really?" Soaking in the hot spring, I really wanted to drink water.

"Of course you can call milk if you want."

This guy is laughing at him again.

Hunt unhappyly took a small porcelain cup and took a sip.

The wine tasted really light, with the sweetness of plums, and the cool feeling of sliding across the throat made the lungs suddenly open.

"Ah ..." Hunt closed his eyes and exhaled.

It's so comfortable!

He put the cup back on the boat. Who knew that when the boat drifted, the cup fell into the water and made a slight noise.

Hunter squinted his eyes, reached into the water, and lazily fumbled for the little cup in the water.

But I didn't feel it after sliding in the water for a long time.

"Well ... where's it ..."

Hunter stretched his arm, fished, the moment he caught something ... he was shocked!

bad!

The contents of the palm of his hand seemed to tremble.

He is dead!

Hunt was about to take his hand back, but was caught by Winston.

The palms are fully attached.

"Right ... right ... right ..."

It's over! It's over! Winston must kill him now!

Hunter closed his eyes, afraid he might punch him hard.

He was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

"Are you going to compare to me?"

Winston's closed eyes slowly opened, but his face was not indifferent.

"I ... I ..." Hunt wanted to knock himself out.

"Are you nervous?" Winston glanced sideways, as if to look at the look on Hunt's face.

Feeling that the big guy in his palm seemed to jump, Hunter was so scared that he couldn't even make a sound.

"Is it older than you?" Winston's voice contrasted with the water temperature of the hot spring, with a sober coolness.

Hunter nodded immediately, he didn't want to compare with each other!

"Your ... yours is bigger!"

"I didn't think you were small before, but today you can't hold it."

Stop talking!

Hunt's blush was dripping.

He exhausted all his strength and finally pulled his hand back, but he lost his balance and fell into the water with a bang.

The hot spring water poured into the nose and mouth, making him cough and turning dizzy.

Winston got up, took the towel, and got up.

"Not out yet? Your face is blushing."

Winston reached out to Hunt.

Hunter sat up, patted Winston's hand fiercely, took the towel, and smiled as he stepped up.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Small, cute."

Winston turned around and left along the pool.

Hunter then realized that he was seen by the other person when he was bathing in a towel.

"Where am I young!"

Don't you know that this joke hurts male self-esteem?

"At least I can hold it with one hand." Winston deliberately raised his hand.

It was the hand that held the steering wheel and drove the car at full speed. It was powerful and responsive.

Hunt's face was hot.

"It's like you've held it."

"How do you know I didn't shake it?" Winston turned back and smiled.

"When?"

"When you were drunk, did you change your underwear?" Winston asked coldly.

Hunt was speechless.

Even if he helped him change his underpants, Winston couldn't reach out to hold it ... Could it be that Little Hunt was crooked, and Winston helped him right!

Oh shit! What's on your mind?

At first glance, Winston was talking nonsense!

The boy who just gave them plum wine has long put a yukata by the pool.

Winston lowered his body and picked up one.

Hunt stood there stupidly looking at Winston.

The dark Japanese-style yukata fully embodies Winston's restrained and self-disciplined temperament. When Winston fastens the belt, the waist is more obvious, with wide shoulders and narrow hips.

The trouser legs of the bathrobe were relatively wide, just above Winston's knee, and the lines of his calf appeared more clearly in front of Hunter.

Touching his nose, Hunter became jealous again.

"What's wrong?" Winston turned to look at Hunt.

The front of the bathrobe was open, exposing a chest, and the tight muscle lines and beautiful collarbone made Hunter drool subconsciously.

"Nothing ... I thought we would be weird in Japanese yukata, but I didn't expect you to look good."

"I accept your compliments." Winston turned and went on.

Hunter quickly replaced the bathrobe, and as soon as he put it on, he followed Winston.

Walked across the long porch and came to a room.

Winston pushed the door open, food was already set on the Japanese-style low table, and it smelled like Hunter swallowed subconsciously, his stomach grunting.

He is hungry.

Winston turned around, looked at Hunter, and sighed helplessly: "Why don't you even dress well. Do you know what it looks like?"

"Like what?" Hunt thought to himself that he hadn't worn it, where would he know how to wear it?

Winston came to Hunter, pulling his fingers around his loosely tied belt and pulling it gently.

"It's like I've been on it just now." Winston's voice was very soft, but Hunter retreated subconsciously, but was dragged by the other side.

"So wear your clothes."

Winston's fingers are flexible, every time you bend, every time you pinch is very beautiful.

"The left placket is on the top and the right placket is on the bottom. The reverse is the funeral method." Winston held the belt like a Hunter and fastened it for him.

Then he lifted his chin and fixed the collar for Hunt.

"Well, let's eat."

Winston turned around and sat cross-legged at the table.

Hunter couldn't stand his sitting position, with one leg crossed and one leg standing, looking at the table full of vegetables.

"Wow! It looks delicious!"

And basically all cooked food.

There are fried tempura, grilled beef tongue, grilled eel, fried dumplings, and ramen. Hunter once again lamented in his heart that it was absolutely the right decision to go out with Winston on vacation.

Hunter is not good at using chopsticks, in his mind these two slender sticks are really unruly. With the movement of his fingers, they crossed together and could not pinch anything at all.

If not, he would have been impatient to grab things.

But the opposite Winston's fingers clinging to chopsticks were as calm as the painter's clinging to a paintbrush. The picture of tempura prawns was really pleasing.

He lowered his head slightly, and Hunter seemed to see the tip of his tongue between his lips, about to touch tempura, with a hint of confusion.

He heard only a slight "stuck" sound, and the crispy skin outside the prawn was bitten. He chewed slowly, then raised his eyes to look in the direction of Hunter.

"what happened?"

"No ... nothing ... just want to ask if there is a fork ..."

"Calm down. How can you control a Formula 1 car that is astonishing per hour like a beast? How can it not be able to control chopsticks?" Winston's voice calmed the boring Hunt.

He carefully felt how the chopsticks moved between the knuckles and how the angle of power would affect them.

He felt it intently, pondering, and then tried to pick up a tempura prawn with chopsticks.

The shrimp was clamped securely, and Hunter showed a happy smile. He opened his mouth and saw that the shrimp was about to be put into his mouth. The knuckles were slightly loose, and it lost its balance and fell down.

"Ahhh!" Hunt was about to catch it with his other hand, but Winston on the opposite side stretched his arm and clamped it firmly.

Good response!

Hunt was about to compliment the other side, but Winston dragged his other hand under Hunt's chin, and sent the prawn to Hunt's mouth.

"Eat." Winston whispered softly.

His eyebrows were soft, and Hunter couldn't help looking at him all the time.

"what happened?"

Hunt shook his head and opened his mouth to bite half.

"Well! It's delicious! Crispy and fragrant!"

Winston ate the other half openly.

This made Hunt feel a little bit happy.

Winston's assistant has said that he never eats what others have eaten, nor does he use what others have used. But these so-called principles seem to have never existed before Hunt.

"It seems like no one has fed me for a long time except you," Hunt said with emotion.

"Because you look really clumsy with chopsticks."

Winston's expression was faint.

"The last time someone fed me something was in my second year of high school. I hurt my arm while playing cricket, and my good friend Bru came to see me. I wanted to eat pudding but I could n’t tear it apart with one hand Lu opened it for me. This guy pretended to be a good friend at the beginning. Later, he was impatient, and poured half a box of pudding directly into my mouth! I almost got choked by the pudding! "

Thinking of that scene, Hunter couldn't help laughing.

The opposite Winston stared at him for a long time without speaking.

He is like a listener who is always quiet. As long as Hunter makes any sound, whether it makes sense or not, he will save every sound and every sound in his mind.

"Hey, don't look at me like this ..." Hunt touched his face, did something get on his face?

"Hunter, you are a very emotional person. So others treat you a little bit, and you will always keep it in your heart."

Hunt paused, this is the first time someone has said so.

"Everyone is an independent individual ... In fact, it is easy to persuade friends not to do anything. For example, you advise me not to drink bubbles with bubbles before the game, Marcus advises me not to eat cold things. But at the expense of myself The principle is to do something for another person that you never do, even to your advantage, just to be with each other or to make them happy, is more precious. Just like you ... you have done a lot for me if it is Something you will never tolerate. "

Hunter knows he never said thank you to Winston, he enjoys all the tolerance and care of the other party, and he knows that he depends on Winston, even mentally.

"So Hunter, do you think I'm important now?" Winston asked.

This surprised Hunter.

Because he never thought that one day Winston would ask anyone this question.

Because it sounds like you are very unconfident in getting along with each other.

And Winston is confident to take it for granted whenever and wherever he is.

"I won't answer your question." Hunt proudly poked a small mushroom ball in chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You are such a bad guy." Winston smiled softly.

This is Hunt's favorite Winston.

Winston was invisible to anyone.

"Anyway, it's not the first time you've said I'm a badass." Hunt frankly grilled eel sushi and put it in his mouth.

He thought in his heart that if Winston didn't eat any faster, the whole table would be in his stomach.

"But little badass, I really see your **** clearly." Winston tilted his face to look at the leg that Hunter raised.

Hunter's left hand was resting on his knee, and as Winston said, he paused, looked down, and found that the wide pants had fallen to the roots of his legs and a small piece of underpants had been exposed.

"Hey! You're talking nonsense again! I have something inside!"

Hunt pulled up his trouser legs and immediately changed to a sitting position.

Winston didn't speak, but just bowed his head and took a sip of matsutake soup.

"you liar!"

Winston ignored him, which made Hunt angry.

After dinner, Hunter put his hands into the robe's placket and touched his belly.

"Good content. These things are delicious!"

"You have always been able to eat."

"What does it matter. Anyway, Formula One is very calorie-burning ... When measuring the fat content that day, the nutritionist also said that I could eat a little bit more fat ..." Hunt fell backwards.

"In fact, there are other sports that burn calories besides Formula 1."

"What ... is it swimming?"

Hunt was a little sleepy.

I just drank the hot spring just now, and now I'm full, I naturally feel sleepy.

"No."

Hunt opened his eyes and saw Winston walk to his side and sit down.

He held his hand to his face, and Hunter leaned over to look at Winston's fingers.

"what is that?"

"Exercising on the bed."

Hunter sneered: "Ha ha ha! I should have guessed that you old hooligan would say this."

"You are the only one who says I am a rogue, but I discuss this with you in a very objective way."

Hunter continued to smirk and shook his hand: "Okay! Okay! How much calories can you burn?"

"Ten calories to undress. But you shouldn't need it."

"What do you mean?"

Winston turned to his side, his fingers hooked up on Hunter's placket, and stopped where he was about to spread out, just to see Hunter's abdomen-free line.

"You can't even wear your clothes, do you expect you to take off yourself?"

Hunt pulled his placket back.

"You are really objective!"

Hunt, who had been a little sleepy, suddenly came to the spirit and lay there to continue listening to Winston Popular Science.

"What about it?" Hunter asked with a grin.

"Six calories."

"So little ..."

"You don't need anyway."

"Hello! Will I also be responsible to the other party? What if I really have little Hunter?"

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw a smile on Winston's lips.

I don't know if this guy is teasing himself, what he said just now is nonsense, or he just simply thinks that Hunter, who is worried about having a child, is funny.

Winston's finger lightly touched Hunter's forehead, and gently put his finger into his hair.

"Don't you like to be in direct contact with the other person, instead of feeling through something? Don't you like the other person's most real temperature, heat, and touch?"

Winston's voice was soft, and he wanted countless small trickles to slide across Hunter's heart, converging into a net, unable to catch and touch, but couldn't make it.

He certainly likes it. How could he not like it?

Hunter rubbed comfortably with his fingertips and narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

"What about deep kisses?"

"What kind of deep kiss?"

"Of course the tongue is going in!"

"Do you like deep kisses?"

"Crap, don't you like it?"

Hunter remembered that Lilith night. Although he didn't remember anything, the bursting sensation of kissing, even if everything was broken, was clearly engraved in his mind.

"This has something to do with time. Sixty-five calories are enough for the average person, but one hundred calories may not be enough for you."

"Because I'm great?" Hunter suddenly felt that Winston was "objective" for a while, and didn't deliberately degrade him.

"Because the person kissing you will be greedy ... kissing you for a long time."

"... Where can I find such a passionate object! Thank you for your blessing!" Hunt laughed softly.

"Move your body to make a sound, about thirty-five to forty calories."

"Anything else?" Hunt was suddenly curious, where did Winston look at all this?

He likes to pay attention to financial news, and Hunter knows it. But he has never seen these things before!

So ... is it nonsense?

"Legs were lifted over their shoulders, twenty-five to thirty calories a minute."

"Lifted? What about lifting?" Hunt raised his head dissatisfied, but was pressed back by Winston's fingers.

"The way to sit on each other, about sixty calories a minute. You should burn more."

"Nonsense, I have to help support each other!" Hunt felt that he was still a gentleman in that regard.

"If you go in from the back, the average person's 80 calories per minute is enough. Your words may take 90 to 100. Because of the greater power. In the end, it may take more than 150 calories, or even 200."

"Hey, thank you!" Hunt felt that his physical strength was praised by the other party.

"It will be easier to lie on your side and stand. The average person is 26 calories per minute."

"Then how much do you think I need to consume?" Hunt enjoyed the feeling of being complimented by the opponent.

"Conservative estimates require fifty cards."

"I'm so strong? Isn't that too gentle?"

Hunt touched his chin and felt like he would be hated by the other.

"Gentleness is a thing before kissing. Of course you have to enjoy it when you go in."

Winston's voice was so calm, as if all this was science.

Hunt looked at each other seriously, and concluded a few seconds later: "There is no doubt that you are usually very disciplined."

"Because I don't spend my energy and time on irrelevant people."

"Well, Shen Chuan said the same thing. But once you see someone, that person will be tossed to death by you." Hunter sympathized deeply.

Winston was silent.

Hunter poked his opponent's waist with his finger: "What do you like?"

Hunter is deeply curious about this.

"I like them all." Winston looked at Hunt.

His eyes were deep, as if into Hunter's brain.

"Do you like them all?" Hunt laughed. "Because you are amazing!"

"How do you know I'm great?"

"We are all racers! Donald said that racers have endurance comparable to marathon runners, but our explosive power is stronger than marathon runners."

"That's why?" Winston seemed dissatisfied with Hunt's answer.

"Hmm ..." Hunter's lazy head turned around.

Just now Winston praised himself for so long, so why did he have to show his sincerity?

"Your waist muscles are so beautiful! I saw it just now! Who told me ... what's the waist here?" Hunter thought desperately.

Think about it, just can't remember.

Winston lowered his head and made a low laugh.

His voice was so special that he laughed clearly as a cool voice, but had a warm feeling.

"Hey! What are you laughing at!"

"Laughter you seriously." The slight smile on Winston's eyes made Hunt not want to move his eyes away.

"You continue to laugh. I'm not like you anyway, I have a bad memory."

Winston leaned over and leaned on Hunter. He didn't slip the shattered hair behind his ears, and brushed it gently across his cheeks, as if his hair tips were about to touch Hunt's cheek.

"In fact, I prefer to change positions while in the state of entry, which requires at least forty-two calories."

Hunt no longer remembers when he last looked at Winston's eyes from such a close distance. He just felt that the blue tide in those eyes seemed to rush out.

"You got my hair! Old hooligan ..."

Hunter's heart was inexplicable, and he pushed the other side up hard.

Winston was not angry, but lay down directly next to Hunter.

"But do you really think my waist muscles are beautiful?"

"Yeah." Hunter nodded honestly.

"Then do you want to feel it?" The slight smile on Winston's lips made Hunter sure that this guy was making a difference.

"I don't want it! You play for yourself!" Hunt rolled over.

Winston said nothing and lay quietly.

Hunt began to sleepy, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Between the ambiguities, it seems that something is covering himself. Someone caught him gently.

The warmth behind him pushed him subconsciously back into the chest.

When Hunt woke up again, it was more than an hour later.

Feeling something pressing himself, Hunt opened his eyes and covered himself with a thin quilt.

He pulled the sheet apart, only to find Winston's arm resting on his body.

And his hand was right in the placket, leaning lightly on Hunter's chest.

Suddenly there was a feeling that the other was holding his heart, and Hunter felt inexplicably warm.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Why don't I need a sleeve?

Winston: Because I don't like it, I don't need you to wear it for me.

Hunter: Why wasn't my 100 calories enough for a deep kiss?

Winston: Because it's me who kisses you, and I'll work hard.

Hunter: Why do I consume more while sitting?

Winston: Because I will like you for a long time, and deep.

Hunter: Why can't you discuss this with me?

Winston: Afraid to scare you away.