Could You Not Tease Me?

"I..." At that moment, he found himself speechless.

Why is Winston here?

At this time, he was wearing a white sweater and jeans, and he looked obviously casual but exuded a feeling that people wanted to get close but couldn't get close.

The woman watched Winston for five full seconds before she could react.This man is enough to drive all the women crazy.

"Are you friends?" The woman stood up with a smile, "Would you like to have a drink together?"

Hunter sighed in his heart... He knew too well the cruelty that once Winston appeared on stage, everyone else became a foil.

"Do you want to have sex with this woman?" Winston lowered his eyes and looked at Hunter.

Hello!Don't speak so directly!

Such an obvious fact, what is there to ask!

Hunter was still speechless.

He can understand that facing McGrady's provocation, he loses control of his emotions and finds it difficult to speak out, but what about now?

I just wanted a kiss. What's there to be nervous about meeting Winston?

"But she's more interested in me," said Winston. "Are you sure you still want this woman?"

Hunter was stunned, he didn't expect Winston to be so straightforward.

The woman couldn't hold back anymore, and couldn't help sneering at Winston: "You do look good, but who knows if you can do that?"

"How does it work? Is it a perpetual motion machine?"

Winston's voice was icy.

This kind of coldness made his sarcasm like a ruthless sharp knife, poking in hard, but pulling it out smoothly.

The woman didn't say anything, turned around and left quickly.

"Hey...you are a famous English gentleman...it doesn't look like you did that just now..."

"People always equate being a gentleman with restraint in expressing likes and dislikes. If this is the case, I am already a gentleman to you." Winston stretched out his hand towards Hunter, and Hunter's fingertips just touched the other's warm palm , was pulled up.

"What do you mean?"

"I have been very restrained with you."

"Okay... make it sound like you want to beat me up all the time." Hunter spread his hands.

Winston suddenly lowered his waist and leaned towards Hunter. Seeing that his lips seemed to be touching, Hunter gasped and leaned back, but Winston stopped at least five centimeters away from him.

"You obviously came to the bar, but you didn't drink."

"Ah...well... well, I can drink in Canada, but... I took a sip."

In fact, I didn't take a sip, but Winston knew that I had come to the bar but didn't drink, which made Hunter feel ashamed.

"People are always interested in things they can't do. What do you think of wine?"

"That's it." Hunter shrugged.

Many classmates secretly drank alcohol in middle school, but because Hunter had to participate in karting competitions and had some regular training, and his father was very strict, he never touched alcohol.Later, after his father started drinking heavily, Hunter became disgusted with alcohol for no reason, let alone touched it.

"...I hate alcohol." Hunter laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I know. Your focus today is not to drink, but to pick up women."

Hunter held up his hands in surrender.

"I wonder if you were sent by Marcus to catch me on purpose!"

"Are you celebrating your first points?"

"Well. I guess..." Hunter lowered his head, and now he felt that nothing mattered.

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

"Huh?" Hunter felt that he had heard wrong.

"This is not for you. If you like women, there are better ones."

etc?Would Winston buy himself a drink?Ah... No, I invite you to pick up girls!

Suddenly, I wonder what the bar that Winston will go to is like!

Hunter caught up with Winston in two or three steps.

"Are there many beautiful women in the place you chose?"

"I suggest you don't pay attention to women."

"why?"

"You are too young."

"Speak as if you are ten or twenty years older than me!"

"You have poor self-control."

"What? Don't say half of what you say, I may not be able to figure out the rest!"

"You'll be gutted."

"Then if you don't even have a girl, why did you take me there!"

"I didn't say you can't look at beautiful women, I just said that you need to restrain yourself in adolescence, otherwise you will easily hurt your lower body."

"Adolescence? I'm still in puberty at the age of 19?"

"Adolescence in the WTO is ten to 20 years old."

"What? You have moved out of the WTO! Also, what do you mean by saying that it will hurt the people below...?" Hunter quickly stopped to catch up with the other party.

"The front will hurt the first time," replied Winston.

"That...that's also pain and happiness!"

"If you have no self-control, you will inevitably do it again and again, and you may rot if you don't know what to do before."

Hunter froze there, digging his ears.

If he hadn't heard Winston say "drag your bird off and stuff it in your mouth" a long time ago, he wouldn't have believed that the words "it might rot" just now were said by Winston of.

"By the way! I have a question to ask you!" Hunter suddenly grabbed Winston's arm.

But it suddenly occurred to him that he had heard before that Winston didn't like people touching him, so he took his hand back.

"what is the problem?"

"At the hotel that day...the words you yelled at McGrady for me...just happened to come out of my head...Is this a coincidence?"

"You are not good at swearing. Those three sentences are the most effective in this life."

"How do you know? You haven't heard me scold you!" Hunter thought Winston was amazing!

Winston didn't answer him, but just said lightly: "Are you going or not?"

"Go! Of course go!"

When Hunter thought that this was the bar Winston took himself to, he was full of anticipation.

Winston is obviously different from the meaty school like Donald, and his life should be more textured.

"You're not going to take me to some cocktail party in evening gown, are you?"

"No."

Winston came to a Ferrari, this time it was a pure black sports car with smooth and slightly aggressive lines, like an emperor ruling the night.

"Wow...there's a new car!"

What a Ferrari driver!

"Are you going in by yourself, or am I carrying you in?"

Winston looked sideways.This guy just can't listen to a little nonsense, and he can't watch others waste a second of time.

After Hunter sat in, he secretly thought about when he could borrow this sports car to drive?

"Like it?" Winston drove steadily.

"Of course I like it!"

"Niu and Che, which one do you like?"

"...Look what kind of car, and what kind of girl." Hunter deliberately showed a bad boy's smile.

"The woman just now, and the car now."

"I don't know." Hunter looked up. "If it's a woman who sincerely waits for me to come home... a woman who will wait for me no matter whether I succeed or fail... Maybe I can't change it in my whole life."

"Hunter."

"Ok?"

The night breeze brushed against his cheeks and lifted his hair, and he suddenly felt that life was so comfortable and good.

"You are so innocent."

"What the hell is innocence!" Hunter rolled his eyes.

Friends, you know that using your voice to say that I am innocent or something is like a mockery from God.

"I will wait for you at the finish line, whether you succeed or fail. Would you be willing to trade your life for me?" Winston's voice and expression were so indifferent.

It seems to be gossip.

Hunter turned his face sideways, looked at his handsome face flickering under the streetlight, and laughed.

"Okay, I'll trade your life for you. But you have to be able to make Mexican cheese burritos, you must take the initiative to make me happy when you have sex, and you must not lose your figure after the age of 35, and you must give me a little Hunter .”

"There is no problem with the first three. I will find a way for the last one." Winston turned the steering wheel and drove into a small alley.

This answer made Hunter smile even more happily.

"Hey, Van Winston...you really are a gift from heaven."

"Ok?"

"You are so high and high, but you are willing to be friends with me, and make me happy with words that others don't believe, although... It's all a cold joke."

"I never tell bad jokes."

The car stopped at a warehouse bar.

Winston put his hand on the back of Hunter's chair and looked at him: "As long as you... never drive your car into some goddamn telephone pole and finish yourself off, I can coax you forever."

Hunter's heart seemed to be dragged into the opponent's eyes at that moment.

It was a crazy obsession, but it passed by in a flash.

Like a harbinger of danger.

Even if he was destroyed, Hunter found that he didn't want to wake up at all.

Because Winston was the first person in his lifetime to say "forever" to him.

"Get out of the car." Winston opened the car door and stepped out with long legs.

Hunter woke up.

This warehouse bar is not conspicuous at all from the outside, and even has a bit of a shabby taste.

But when they walked in, Hunter knew what it means to have a hole in the sky.

The dim lighting is mysterious, but not languid.

The bartender on the bar is mixing drinks, his movements are not fancy, but both the arc of his wrist and the movement of shaking the glass are chic and smooth.

There were not many customers in the bar, but judging from the luxury cars parked outside the warehouse, the guests here were not ordinary people.

Two or three of them sat and chatted together, some snuggled together and whispered, and some hugged each other, slowly swaying to the rhythm of the blues.

As soon as Winston walked in, he was once again the focus of attention.

The atmosphere here is quieter than the previous bar, and there is a hint of ambiguity flowing in this quietness. Even the smell of alcohol in the air is very different, as if it is a suppressed desire pouring out from the gap.

The bartender smiled at Winston: "It's rare, you brought friends."

Winston just tapped the table with his hand: "Have a cup of DARKNIGHT."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: I can promise to make you Mexican cheese burritos. When you have sex, you must take the initiative to make you happy. After the age of 35, your figure will never lose shape. With the advancement of technology, you can also want a little Hunter. But you are reborn.

Hunter: ...but I don't want you!

Winston: Me and perpetual motion machine, you choose one.

Hunter: There is a hair difference between you and a perpetual motion machine!