Could You Not Tease Me?

"Hunter, we are really sure that Winston is not a big deal. Don't worry." Shen Chuan comforted.

"I ... I just don't know how to make him understand ... how important he is to me ..." Hunt's voice trembled.

The closer he got to Winston, the more nervous he became.

When Winston loves himself and approaches himself, will he do the same?

Hunter felt for the first time that this man might pay far more than he showed.

Shen Chuan paused, but a smile appeared in two seconds.

"Hunt, don't skimp on language. Sometimes we can understand each other even if we don't speak each other even if we know each other best, but ... language is always the most important. It's best to face ourselves and love each other calmly language."

"... Thank you." Hunt looked at Shen Chuan.

He already knew the relationship between Hunt and Winston, but as a friend, he was absolutely supportive and understanding, which made Hunt feel relieved.

Some friends may not know what he likes the most and never share the most private things with Bruce, but such friends can understand and respect the most important things deep in Hunter's heart.

The car parked downstairs in the hotel, and Shen Chuanmu rushed away with Hunt.

He pushed down the elevator button and waited impatiently for it to land layer by layer.

His heart was beating fast, so he wanted to rush to embrace the whole world, his brain seemed to be completely occupied by that man, and everything was done for him.

"Why not come down?"

Hunter couldn't stand still, pacing back and forth in front of the elevator door, and twisting his wrist again, and finally the elevator door opened, only a seam, and Hunter squeezed in.

His fingertips didn't follow the exact number of layers, and his heart became agitated. The speed at which the elevator went up made Hunt feel crazy slow.

I miss you so much! really miss you! really miss you!

Hunt really wanted to get out of the elevator and run straight up.

After arriving at Winston's level, he ran quickly and hit a person directly.

The other person just wanted to swear, and when he saw it, Hunter pointed back: "Winston is in the room!"

"Thank you!"

Hunt rushed to Winston's door, panting, and the moment he raised his hand to knock on the door, his throat choked as if choked.

He knew he was nervous.

The heart is about to crack, thousands of times more severe than when it crosses the finish line.

That side of the door is everything to him.

He just knocked on the door, and before it could knock a second time, the door opened.

The handsome man stood in front of him, his deep blue eyes were full of his shadow, and everything about him made Hunter feel beautiful and outrageous.

I used to know that this man was handsome and attractive, but now Hunt just thinks he is blind?

Even the hair was absolutely perfect.

"Hunter."

Winston's lips were opened and closed, the standard British pronunciation, and the icy voice rubbed the fire in Hunt's mind.

Hunter found for the first time that he could be so greedy even looking at a person. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word at all.

Winston smiled, and the depression in the corner of his lips was the most maddening radiance Hunt had ever seen.

Winston's hand stretched over, immersed himself in Hunt's hair, the touch of his fingertips made Hunt's heart fly out.

"Congratulations, you won the championship."

The other side turned to his face, and found that Hunter had no reaction at all, just staring blankly at himself.

"Hunt ... what's wrong with you? Did my business scare you? Don't worry, I'm fine. It's really fine."

Winston stretched out his arms and hugged Hunter.

Ah ... that's how Hunter put his face on his face, trying to get into his chest like a mad man.

"Hunt, why don't you speak? What's wrong?" Winston's fingers lightly touched Hunter's auricle, slowly sliding along the arc there, repeating again and again, just to appease each other.

Hunter opened his mouth hard. He wanted to speak, but everything seemed to be blocked and he couldn't say anything.

He wants Winston to know, he wants this man to know that he is more important than everything in his heart ...

"Ah ..." Hunt tried to flush his face, but couldn't say it.

Why don't you let me talk, why!

Hunt clasped his throat and hated the habit of not being able to speak as soon as he was nervous!

"Hunt, don't do this to yourself. Don't worry." Winston immediately snapped Hunter's fingers, took his hand off his neck, and pulled him back, little by little, backing him up. on the sofa.

Winston sat back and sat on the sofa. He grabbed Hunter's waist and led him in his direction. Hunter sat directly on his lap. Winston lifted him and lifted his The calf was folded up and placed beside him.

"You see, I'm here ... If you want to say thank you, I know. If you want to say sorry, then absolutely not. Because if you drive in front of me, I'm sure you will do the same thing. If If you say you love me, I know ... I always know. "

Winston gripped Hunter's waist with one hand, and gently held his hair off his forehead with the other.

He leaned against the sofa and looked up at Hunter. In his eyes were all of Hunter's dreams, all expectations, and everything he did without hesitation.

Shen Chuan said, don't be verbal.

But in words, I could n’t describe myself at all.

Winston's patience was infinite, and he hugged him like that, soothing him like a child.

"Don't be afraid, Hunt. I will protect myself, I will not leave you. Absolutely not."

It's still that kind of voice, so many people say that Winston has a crazy possessive desire for him ... why is he crazy about wanting to possess him?

Hope to pour out all the words in my heart. His body was like a bottle full of flooded sea water, but his throat was tightly closed, and he was almost crushed by the emotions of his heart, but he couldn't say a word.

Hunter looked at Winston's eyes and wanted to be as deep and as far away as his eyes, but he felt that his eyes were too shallow to make the other person understand that he wanted to have this man's mood.

"I will wait for you forever. We will have a lot of time, so don't be nervous ..."

Winston touched Hunter's forehead, closed his eyes and whispered softly.

Hunt's shoulders trembled, and he raised his left hand and reached in front of Winston.

The palm of his hand was marked with a black pen, soaked with sweat so hard to recognize.

The look that Winston saw, stayed there.

In this world of high-speed rotation, all the hustle and bustle becomes slow at this moment.

I meet you.

I remember you.

This city is born for love.

You are born to fit my soul.

Hunter turned to his face, his ears flushed so hard.

The blood poured into his palm, as if he could feel Winston's stagnant sight.

Hunt's heart stunned.

I remember every word and poem you said to me, and I couldn't bear to give it to anyone.

Winston, do you understand?

do you understand me?

"You said ... you want to keep it for proposal ..."

Winston tried to suppress his trembling, his voice tightened as if he was about to break.

Hunt's hand was still in front of him, without any intention of moving it away.

Winston looked at him, and Hunter could feel that the hand clasped on his waist was getting harder and his fingertips were almost going to get into the muscles of his waist.

Marriage has an indescribable sense of fear for Hunt. The so-called lifetime was long gone when her mother left his father and became addicted to alcohol.

Winston closed his eyes and raised his head, his breath listening to Hunter's ears was like the sea breeze blowing from a distant place, pushing the layers of waves, the higher the higher the use, finally burst into the sky.

He turned his face to the side, and kissed Hunter's palm with that pious gesture. His lips were hot and kissed the lines of Hunter's palm, full of suppressed desire.

He clasped Hunter's hand and pressed it firmly into his arms, obviously his fingers were about to be crushed by him, but Hunter felt that the pain made him feel happy.

Winston lowered his head, and Hunter could see his quivering eyebrows, fragile and beautiful enough to make Hunter want to hold fast, and never let go.

Winston raised his head stupidly and slammed into Hunter's lips, his kiss and the first Hunter as turbulent and crazy as when he revealed his mind.

Even harder than that.

All the emotions that cannot be described in this way are scattered unscrupulously by the possessiveness between the lips and tongues, cutting Hunter's nerves and dismantling all his resistance.

At that moment, Hunter found himself so ridiculous in the past about his resistance to being possessed by this man.

Even Winston couldn't breathe, and the kiss that crushed his skull was going to kill Hunter.

Winston hugged Hunter and held up his legs. All his control was taken by Hunter, and even the slightest response from his tongue made Winston mad.

"Um ... uh ..." Hunt's head leaned back because Winston's kiss was too hard, but Winston was not content to chase him and kiss him.

Hunt couldn't hold Winston's shoulders, he could only grab his collar.

When Winston descended, Hunter fell into the soft mattress and Winston pressed down.

His kiss was still so strong, in the corner of his eyes, his cheek, Hunter breathed hard, and Winston's kiss came again soon, freely hunting in Hunter's mouth.

When Winston's hands were stroking dissatisfied with Hunt's oily bodysuit, Hunt trembled and said, "You ... you ..."

Winston's hand stopped, his whole body tightened, and he slightly distanced from Huntela.

He frowned, "I'm sorry ... it scared you again."

"You ... want ... whatever you want ... you can ..."

Hunter finally spoke out, and the whole person was so embarrassed that the sound of heartbeat was like breaking the eardrum.

He turned his face away from looking at each other, but his ears were even redder than before.

At this time, because he had not gone to the barbershop to cut his short hair ends, he fell on the white sheets, his eyes looked elsewhere, the fine eyelashes were still moist, and the lines drawn from his neck seemed to be born. Existed to seduce Winston.

Winston kissed again fiercely. He didn't need to restrain himself or pretend to be a gentleman again. He could bite Hunter's lifeline like an irrational beast in front of his favorite person and eat him in one bite.

The world broke apart, and Winston reshaped a shape for Hunt.

At about four o'clock in the morning, the sheets were crumpled almost off the mattress, and the quilt covered them randomly.

Hunt leaned sideways and nestled in Winston's arms.

"I'm sorry ... you made me so comfortable ... I didn't ..." Hunt couldn't go on.

The room was quiet, even if the voice of Hunt was quiet, Winston could hear it clearly.

Winston lowered his head and kissed him.

"No, you're comfortable with me. And I didn't expect that you could feel that way with your fingers." Winston rubbed Hunter, sliding his fingers gently over his cheeks and his ears.

With that said, Hunter's head shrunk even lower, pulling directly over the quilt and covering his own head.

"You can't get in anyway ... it's too big for you ... not to blame me ..." Hunt said in a dull quilt.

"But the place where you feel is deep. If you really go in, if you don't use it, you won't be able to touch it at all. If we don't have any preparation, then you will definitely be hurt." Winston's voice was soft, a little I can't hear you talking about blushing.

Hunt's face was almost burning. But he never dreamed that a proud man like Winston would help Hunter release in that way. When you think about it, Hunter feels like he has to feel again.

"Are you alright? Does your throat hurt? Sorry I didn't control it."

"It hurts ... the tongue is numb ... the mouth seems to be cracked." Although Hunter said this, he still remembers the expression at the moment when he saw Winston, so addicted, that there is only one person in the world who can let Wins Out of control.

This makes Hunt feel fulfilled.

Even happier than winning the annual championship.

"Don't you always say you want to bite me? It really makes you bite, and you can't bite." Winston said so earnestly, but Hunter wanted to bite him.

At this time, Winston suddenly opened the quilt slightly and was about to go down, and Hunter extended his head out of the quilt: "Are you going to the bathroom?"

"Well. I'll get a towel to help you wipe things off your legs."

"Oh ... it doesn't matter if you don't wipe it ..." Hunt whispered.

"What?" Winston held one hand in Hunt's ear and lowered his head to ask.

The smile on the corner of the lips was so sexy, that Hunter's slightly exhausted spirit seemed to be about to move again.

"It's yours anyway ..."

"But I want to stay inside more than staying outside." Winston squeezed Hunter's ear.

Hunt's heart was hit again, and he flinched again, leaving only a few strands of hair outside the quilt.

"Everyone said ... you can't get in ... don't blame me ..."

"Yes, don't blame you." Winston reached into the quilt and rubbed the top of Hunt's head.

"So you ... really cool?" Hunter asked again.

Because he was so nervous, Winston was really patient to help him relax, but in the end he really only went in a little bit and failed. Hunter's mouth was also torn, and he was really inexperienced and unskilled. Later, Winston couldn't bear it, and used other methods to solve it directly.

"I'm really happy. Mr. Marcus said that you had a visit at nine this morning. This is your first official visit after winning the sub championship and you can't be late. I can help you organize it, you Go to bed or you will be too late tomorrow. "

"Um." Hunter nodded a little regretfully.

Who knows Winston added: "If you like my stuff so much, I can leave it to you every time. There is no way to stay in it anyway."

Hunter opened his eyes wide and looked at Winston. The expression on this guy's face was so bad that Hunter lifted his legs and hurled at each other.

"I don't want you to leave it to me!"

Winston laughed aloud, and the low, fast-paced laughter made Hunter sure that the man was really happy.

Winston wiped off Hunter's body with a hot towel.

"It really seems to be red, do you hurt?" Winston would go to Hunter and hug him and ask.

"It doesn't hurt. It just feels hot." Hunter told the truth.

Winston smiled again.

This night, he laughed a lot.

"Sleep. Mr. Caccio who visits you is very active. If you don't sleep enough, I'm afraid you won't be able to follow him."

"... Is your shoulder really okay?" Hunt asked uneasily.

"If anything, how can I hold you? It's just a minor injury."

"But the race in Malaysia ... I heard you can't participate?" Hunt frowned.

"You also know that Formula One is a very intense race. The team is also thinking about my future. The races in Malaysia and Singapore are back-to-back and there is not enough time for cultivation. In the event of problems during the race, it may be worse than the current The impact is greater. This is normal. I will return in the next race. "

"Well." Hunt's heart was still full of regret.

Every time he thought he was on the same track with Winston, Hunt felt full of fighting spirit, but now he suddenly felt very lonely.

"I have never watched your match live. This time it is finally possible. This may be the only time I see you, and we will be opponents again."

As Winston said, Hunter suddenly felt the empty heart overflowing.

"Sleep. I'll wake you up when it's time."

"Ok……"

Hunter is indeed sleepy.

The room was full of Winston's breath, and Winston's breath was in his ear, and Hunter's nerves relaxed and soon fell into a dreamland.

When Hunt was awakened by Winston the next day, he was still confused.

Instead of forcing him to wake up immediately, Winston pushed him into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and showered.

This is the first time that two people have taken a bath together, and both have interviewed. In order to save time, wash together.

Although everything had been seen last night, now it was so unveiled, Hunter wanted to see it again, and was embarrassed to see it.

Winston stood next to Hunt, washing his hair.

Feeling Winston's fingers, Hunter remembered the feeling that his mother was washing her hair while sitting in the bathtub as a child.

He felt that no one would spoil himself like this after losing his parents, but it wasn't.

"Hunter."

Winston's voice seemed to overflow the warm water, and Hunter's heartbeat leaked again.

"Ok?"

"If you want to see me, you can look at it openly, without seeing it secretly."

Winston said.

"I ... I didn't look at you secretly! I kept my eyes closed!" Hunt narrowed.

"Huh? You don't even watch?" Winston came to Hunt with a shower and punched him.

As soon as Hunter opened his eyes and saw Winston's there, the water immediately entered his nose, and he coughed when he got his lungs.

Winston poked Hunter's hair behind his head, held his hand to squeeze the bath into his palm, and then sighed softly, "I can't see it."

He was referring to the poem Heng wrote in his palm.

Hunter didn't expect that at that time, he was just worried that he would be speechless, so what was written in the palm of his hand, Winston would care so much.

"It doesn't matter. You can still teach me in the future. I can remember everything you teach me, and then I write to you." Hunter said it without thinking, and then felt embarrassed, "But ... ... but my words are not as good as yours ... "

Winston kissed Hunt's lips across the water.

"You coax me so sweetly ... I'm afraid no one of us can complete the interview today."

"Well? That's sweet talk?" Hunt was surprised.

Winston just smiled and didn't answer him.

Hunter didn't bring any clothes, and could only return to his room in Winston's shirt and slacks.

The PR manager waited for a long time and Hunter quickly changed into a suit.

"Well, Hunter, your shirt looks so good, it's a little wider."

"Hey, Winston." Hunt squinted and smiled.

"What's wrong with you, it looks like you're flying to the sky. Isn't everything you like in Winston?" Said the PR manager half-jokingly.

"Yes, I like everything about him." Hunter adjusted the neckline of his shirt.

"Yesterday was anxious to be like that, Marcus said you were crying. Would you like to chat with Winston at night?"

Hunt just laughed and didn't speak.

He and Winston were more than just talking.

Hunter finally arrived in the interview room on time, and Mr. Cacho waited there with a smile.

"Hunt Hunter, the last time I saw you was a big boy. The race in Singapore made me feel like you suddenly grew up."

Hunt lowered his head and smiled.

"Ah, you laughed so much in the last interview. I heard that many car fans took screenshots and made mobile phone screens.

"Ah? Really?"

Mr. Caccio couldn't help laughing again: "This expression that doesn't know his charm at all is what fans love you the most."

After the two sat down and talked, Mr. Cacho's questions were very professional, including this race, Hunt's technical breakdown and team strategy. In the past, Hunter mentioned that he would often find no suitable words to express and needed Mr. Cacho to add, but this time his expression was very smooth, his thinking was clear, and Mr. Cacho nodded frequently.

"Hunt, many professionals say that Winston can completely avoid Irving at that moment, but because you are behind, he chose to block Owen by himself to protect you. Of course, many people think this is impossible Winston belongs to the Ferrari team, and you are his opponent. This time he was also injured, which will be a great loss for the Ferrari team's ranking this year. It is impossible for the rational Winston. .How about you? I want to be the person who knows the truth best. "

Hunt calmed for two seconds and spoke slowly.

"On the track, there is no doubt that we are absolute opponents. I want to surpass him, and he wants to always take precedence over me. What I have learned and gained from him has hurt me more than anything. There are many more people and things. I believe he is the same. The opponent is the gift given by God and the best compliment to our strength. We will not hesitate to surpass each other at any cost to protect each other. Without Winston, the presence of Evan Hunt is meaningless, and vice versa. "

The moment Mr. Caccio touched Hunter's gaze, he saw many things in the young man's eyes that were not before.

They are thick and powerful.

When this interview was broadcast that night, Mr. Miller, the manager of the Ferrari team, sighed.

"This kid said, I can't bear to blame Winston."

Ferrari's public relations manager smiled: "It's not bad that Winston's fans have skyrocketed."

When Hunter walked out of the interview room, he saw Irving holding his arms as if waiting for a long time.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Come and listen! I can not sleep.

Winston: OK, onefinger, twofingers, threeefingerseinside ...

Hunter: Stop! Stop! What the **** do you sing!

Fat melon: Only the wind understands the essence of salted egg time ... the old aunt laughed discordantly