Could You Not Tease Me?

When Hunter entered the studio and sat on the high stool with drowsiness, Losey knew that Hunter was no longer there.

At this time, Winston, who had changed his clothes, came to Losey's side. Rosie said to Winston: Come on.

Winston nodded and headed for Hunt.

"Huh? Why are you here? Your shooting is over?"

"Well." Winston lowered his head and whispered to Hunter, "Is it boring?"

"A bit." Hunt smiled embarrassedly.

Anyway, Rosie is very patient.

"Then we make it a little more interesting."

"How did it get interesting?" Hunt asked.

"Let's play a game. I'm standing behind Rosie, you imitate my moves, but when you do my moves, you have to try everything to seduce me."

"What?" Hunter's face was almost red again.

"Because I think of you when I take pictures. I don't need to seduce the whole world, I just need you to kiss me when you see my picture." Winston lowered his eyes and whispered softly.

Hunt turned to his face and his ears were completely red.

"Then I seduced you, I don't know!"

"I'll kiss you when the picture is taken. You can count it and see how many times I kiss you, and you will know how many times you have pinched me." Winston's finger bounced on Hunter's forehead, " Why, when you followed the uninformative things of European literature, did you feel sorry for not seeing you? "

"You ... don't underestimate me ..."

"I didn't underestimate you." Winston's lip smiled, and he said in Hunter's ear, "You just don't want to go too far, I can't help Rosie's Just kiss you in front of me. "

Winston stepped back step by step, and Losey was curious about the shy expression on Hunter's face.

He turned his face to the side and supported the high stool with both hands.

This kind of shyness is different from the embarrassment of taking pictures and not knowing how to show yourself in front of the camera.

Rosie looked back at Winston, who was standing behind him, and Winston nodded slightly.

Hunter looked at Winston. Winston's hand lightly hooked on the collar, slowly made a circle, and then slowly pulled down, but just let the neck show more lines, and stopped.

Hunt grinned a little, and said that he would definitely have no talent to seduce Winston. Maybe he was occasionally crooked, but as a game, he felt nothing.

His fingers caught his collar, his chin was slowly raised, his gaze looked at Winston, his ice-blue eyes were clearly far away, but Hunter felt very close. He lifted the corner of his lips, lowered his chin slowly, then suddenly couldn't hold it, and smiled.

Rosie raised her camera and remained motionless.

Winston leaned over his face, his knuckles sliding slowly down his chin, and pinching his knot.

Hunter's throat became dry.

He wanted to grab the man in front of him.

Hunter showed a smile back, a little self-deprecating, and a bit of "forget, nothing to care about" free and easy, his index finger knuckles slowly down the line of the chin, staying between the throat knots, more slowly Sweeping the curve, hooked the collar downward, but did not pull it, but narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips slightly opened, and the tip of his tongue gently touched his own teeth.

Winston's eyes were getting darker.

Hunt rolled his face slowly, his eyes falling.

Looking at him through the camera, Losey was completely stunned, the hunter in the picture exudes a fatal attraction, dragging his eyes, and the calm desire burned instantly, making people want to kiss him fiercely.

Rosie stepped back subconsciously.

Hunt tilted his head.

Rosie raised her hand. "I'm sorry, I've stood too long, and my calf is a bit tired."

"Then you, like me, sit down on a high stool?"

Hunt returned to his original childish look.

"Okay thank you."

Winston pushed Rosie a high stool.

Hunter changed three more casual outfits. When Hunter's shooting was over, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon.

Hunt wanted to go to the computer to see his picture, but was taken away by Winston with his forehead pinched.

"I take him out for dinner and relax."

"Okay! You go. You must be back at seven." Losey said goodbye to Hunter with a smile.

Carlos reached up to Lossy's computer and glanced at the photo. The coffee in his mouth was almost squirting.

"I didn't expect it ..." Rossi looked up and said.

"I didn't expect that ... this little devil wants women to sleep, do men bend?"

"Yeah, **** transcendence of sex. Teenagers are adolescent and sunny **** in adulthood. I really want to know. Winston said that he played a game with him, what exactly is it?

"I just know ... I'm looking forward to what the photos they took at night will look like."

Carlos smiled slightly.

"Oh ... you mean ... the two of them ..." Rossi's expression came out suddenly.

"Haha! No! You just see it now? As soon as Winston came in, I felt he was protecting that little devil."

Hunt followed Winston out of the studio.

"Well, where is my PR assistant?"

"He went to dinner with my assistant."

As they passed by the tea room, Hunter was still tilting his head to look at the photos on the wall, and he was suddenly dragged. His reaction force made him snap the door of the tea room, but when he realized When Ston's other hand clasped his waist, he let go of his hand and allowed himself to be dragged in.

The door was closed.

Everyone went to rest and eat dinner, and the light in the pantry was turned off. Hunt fumbled to turn on the light, but Winston grabbed his fingers.

Hunter took a breath when his fingertips were caught by the opponent. The other party let go of his hand, his hands fell between his hair, and he stroked his hair slowly, then his kiss came down.

It was dark without any light, and Hunter couldn't see each other's expression, so he became more sensitive to the feeling of temperature and touch.

His lips were sucked and kissed, his nerve wires were stretched, and his breath was like following the temptation of the other party to another world.

The tip of his tongue was licked and rolled, and his lips were covered again and again.

Winston held his hand, releasing all the longing.

It was a strong feeling of impending collapse.

Hunt hugged him, nervous enough that every second seemed to cross the finish line.

For the first time, he clearly felt that he was in control of Winston's emotions and impulses. His madness and out of control belonged to himself.

Hunt lowered his head, Winston's chin was resting on top of his head, he was suppressing his breath, and Hunt wanted to see his expression like crazy.

"I ... I'll turn on the light to find you a tissue ..."

Hunt raised his hand to touch the light switch, but Winston clasped his wrist.

The other's face leaned against Hunter's cheek.

"Wait a minute ... wait a minute ... hug me."

At that moment, Hunt's heart seemed to be flooded with warm tide, but he was willing to be drowned.

"it is good……"

Hunter's wristband hung the other's waist, hugging him, listening to his heartbeat.

Until a few minutes later, Winston raised his hand to turn on the light. The expression on his face was as usual. Hunt looked at him, a little disappointed.

"Let's go, we have only one hour for dinner."

"Ok……"

The two left the tea room, and the air that was originally masculine in Winston dissipated when the door opened, which made Hunt regret.

Hunter made a secret determination that he should study hard, how to overwhelm this man, and then look at his runaway expression brightly!

They found a western restaurant near the studio and ordered the simplest spaghetti and red wine. Of course, Hunter only has orange juice.

"You counted clearly, did I kiss you a few times?" Winston asked as he rolled up the spaghetti.

"Ah?" Hunter remembered his gamble with Winston, "I don't remember! How could this be counted!"

"Do you want to count again that night?"

"I do not want it!"

Maybe wipe the gun and fire, and then have a big kill in the room! He hasn't cultivated well yet. Wait for him to become a **** and startle Winston!

Winston smiled indifferently.

The spaghetti ate quickly, and Hunter rubbed his eyes.

Winston said, "Come on my side."

"why?"

"Rely on me and sleep for a while."

"are not you sleepy?"

"I'm used to it, so I don't feel anything."

Yeah, Winston became famous when he entered Formula One. His business activities and endorsements are definitely much more than himself.

Hunt came to Winston's side, leaned over to lean on his shoulder, and fell asleep before long.

The waiter came over to clean the plate, and Winston pressed his palms, motioning to the other side to speak softly.

Half an hour later, Winston returned to the studio with Hunt.

Filming started again in full swing.

But what reassured Hunt was that Winston was by his side this time.

When they came to the background, all the staff members left as usual, and only two photographers stayed there to communicate and shoot from different angles.

Hunter's casualness contrasts with Winston's sinking.

The process of shooting was quite smooth, Losey's memory card was full, and took a short rest for ten minutes.

Hunt looked at Winston with his pockets in amusement and kicked his calf with his toes: "Hey, are you hot in a trench coat?"

"Otherwise you feel it?"

"How do you feel? Take it off and wear it for me?"

"You sit there."

Hunt sat on the high stool, as the other said.

Winston opened his trench coat and wrapped him from behind, revealing only his forehead and overhead.

Hunt laughed with a muffled voice in Winston's trench coat.

"Hahaha, it's really hot! Have you sweated yet? No sweat?"

Hunter was about to turn his face and smell it, his cheeks were right against Winston's chest.

Winston lowered his head and kissed Hunter's head.

"If you move around like this, I will definitely be hot."

Hunt foresaw that his face was going red again, and pushed Winston back with his elbow.

Winston took a step back. After leaving the cover of the windbreaker, Hunter realized that Losey and Carlos didn't know how long they had taken the camera!

This guy Winston must know!

The shooting of the day did not end until eleven o'clock.

"I feel like I've played a whole season ..."

Hunt was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed as he walked. He rested one hand on Winston's shoulders, completely relying on the other to determine the direction to go forward.

"Hey, see you tomorrow at Million Rose Manor!" Losey said goodbye to Hunt.

"What is the Million Rose Manor?" Hunt asked, hitting Winston's back with his forehead.

"It's a holiday villa. There are tens of thousands of roses planted in it. It is the private villa of the chief designer of Versace. This time, we took it out and shot us."

"Rose? The two of us use roses as the subject?" How did Hunt feel unreliable.

"The prince and the beast," Winston whispered.

"Ha ha ha ha, then you must be a prince, I am a beast?"

What do you think of Winston being aristocratic?

"Really?" Winston just asked indifferently. "It's late, go to bed early."

At the front desk of the hotel, the public relations manager of the Marcus team asked Hunter: "Would you like to book another room for you? The filming would have been very tiring. I'm afraid you two would not sleep well when you sleep together ..."

Everyone has their own habits and privacy.

Hunter was trying to answer it, but Winston said, "No. I used to sleep less. It would be even more wasteful to pack my luggage. I will wake him up tomorrow morning."

Good reason!

The PR assistant nodded strongly in gratitude. He didn't have the ability to wake Hunter anyway!

Back in the room, Hunter lay on the bed and texted Irving.

Irving: Are you still alive?

Hunter: Should I ask you this sentence? What's wrong with the black powder?

Owen: I went to the bathroom while drinking coffee today, and almost came out to drink the blade from the coffee.

Hunt trembled, and he didn't expect that the black powder would reach such a point.

Hunter: Did you call the police?

Irving: Alarm. But the coffee shop only has a checkout counter. No fingerprints were found on the blade or cup.

Hunter: Then you protect yourself!

Owen: Hahahaha! You better protect your back!

Hunter had a black line on his face, but he didn't pay well.

But such black powder ... is terrible, right?

Feel something slowly down your spine from your shoulders, and even continuously along the center of your waist ...

Hunt took a breath and turned his face to see Winston.

The other side lay on his side and looked at himself, his other hand resting on Hunter's body.

I was reminded wryly that Winston had said before that one of his sexiest times was while lying on the bed playing with a cell phone.

Don't be nervous ... don't be nervous ...

Calm down! Winston said he would do nothing.

"Brush your teeth, wash your face, and sleep," Winston began.

Although it is an imperative for command, it is soft.

"Oh, I'm going now!" Hunt was about to get up, but Winston held his cell phone.

"Are you texting with Irving?"

"Yeah, care about him! What if we go back this time, really attending his funeral?"

Winston looked at Hunter's serious expression, and a smile passed under his eyes.

"impossible."

"What is impossible?"

"No one can murder Lawrence Owen. It's possible to abduct you." Winston smiled slightly, leaning his chin.

Hunter's eyes seemed to return to the pupil, hitting deep in the brain along the optic nerve.

Hunt pretended to go to the bathroom calmly, brushing his teeth and washing his face.

Damn, I just wanted to bite this guy hard!

Because of the daytime shooting and lack of sleep the night before, Hunter fell asleep when he fell into bed.

The next morning, they drove to the "Million Rose Manor".

The manor was designed and built by the chief designer to commemorate the tenth anniversary of his wife.

The daily labor cost of caring for roses is staggering.

Hunt wasn't interested in roses.

But when he saw the whole ocean of roses, he was really shocked.

The eyes are red, as if one step forward, they will be overwhelmed by the madness that gathered and brewed the whole world.

The photography team began to arrange the light board, and Carlos and Rossi were also communicating and designing the picture sense.

Because it is outdoors, there is no place to change clothes.

Hunter can only undress and change quickly in the sun.

And Winston was not far away.

The opponent's two long, straight legs were even more visible under the sun.

He could not help but sigh.

"Why sigh?" Hunt's stylist asked with a smile. "Did you sleep last night?"

"No ... I'm a bit envious of Winston's long legs ..." Hunt felt he didn't need to hide his praise for Winston.

Who knew that the stylist also laughed.

"Hunt Hunter ... Do you never think your legs look good? I discovered it when I helped you adjust your waist. In terms of body proportions, your legs are already better than many top male models."

"really?"

"Really." The stylist leaned to Hunter and whispered, "And when you're back to Winston, he looks at your legs for more than ten seconds ..."

"No ... impossible?"

"Although there may be nowhere to look."

Hunt turned to his side and found that Winston was really looking at himself.

The guy's face was still expressionless, but Hunt could feel the heat from his gaze.

He quickly turned back and continued to talk to the stylist.

Don't look at me anymore!

Everyone else found it okay!

Winston was still a dark suit, but his shirt had an open neckline and a tie hanging loosely around his neck.

When he was holding a large bunch of roses with the flowers facing down and walking through them, there was a sense of unrestrained and unrestrained, in sharp contrast to his usual self-discipline.

Hunt, looking aside, was dumbfounded.

The strength and charm of the male are contrasted by this sea of ​​roses.

Hunter didn't need to look at the pictures, and felt that his heart was about to burst.

"Okay, today ’s theme is the carefree prince and the beast to murder him. The prince trusts the beast. Winston, you have more experience, you can drive Hunter. We strive for the best in Nikko It's time to complete this group of shots, and then we all parted ways happily! "Carlos clapped his hands and exclaimed.

"Ah?" Hunt was a bit lost in his focus, completely blank.

And Rossi came to Carlos, and whispered, "Do you think Winston will choose to be a prince or a beast?"

"Of course he would rather be the beast that ate the little prince." Carlos turned to his face and grinned at Rossi.

"Haha."

"Hunt, just sit here and don't look at me."

As Winston said, he gently placed a rose in Hunt's hand, "Hold it."

"it is good."

Hunt held the rose and sat on the grass. The shooting didn't seem to start yet. He felt a bit silly holding the rose, and leaned it on his shoulder, waiting for Losey's prompt.

He was thinking about what Winston was going to do, but found that Winston with his pockets on one knee was on his side, his face turned as if to kiss him in front of everyone.

Hunter's whole body of blood was pouring from his heart. He subconsciously tried to dodge sideways, but Winston took the petal of the rose on his shoulder and bit it gently, tearing the petal slowly. Come down.

When Rose departed because of Winston's strength, Hunter only felt that his heart was also slightly bitten by Winston and left the body.

"My God ... why didn't I find Vann Winston so **** before?" Carlos said as he squeezed the shutter.

"Because you're not Evan Hunt." Losey ruthlessly beat him.

"What do you want to do to me now?" Winston said in a voice that only Hunter could hear.

"Overwhelming you, watching you cry." Hunter thought badly when he thought that this guy definitely wanted to poke himself.

"Then you can try it. So many people are here, maybe I will let you." Winston said.

"Haha!" Hunter's gaze flickered.

Winston froze slightly, only to see Hunter stand up and hook his fingers at him, a bit arrogant, but there was still a trace of evil waywardness.

As soon as Winston stood up, Hunter pulled his loose tie and turned around. His hand was the big bunch of roses that Winston had just held, and he threw it arrogantly towards the camera. past.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: I want more than just a submarine.

Hunter: What?

Winston: Rose Manor.

Hunter: What do you want?

Winston: Imagine you have nothing, lying in rose petals, I can be stoned for hours.

Hunter: ...