Could You Not Tease Me?

"DARKNIGHT?" The bartender smiled, "Too light, isn't it?"

"Not for me, but for him. I drove today."

Hunter quickly shook his hand: "I don't drink, you know..."

It would remind him of his father losing himself to alcohol at the end.

"Hunter, you are different from him." Winston said.

"what?"

"You don't get destroyed by failure, you don't lose yourself. Your brain is always in control, not alcohol."

Hunter looked at the icy blue liquid that was delivered to him. It was like the color of Winston's eyes, with a certain irresistible attraction.

"The so-called self-control does not mean that you never touch something, but that even if you are in it, you are still yourself. Besides, I will always watch you."

Hunter was a little surprised.He knew very well that as a top racing driver, Winston must have strong self-control. He must manage his body well and control the car with the best state and response.So Winston should be more inclined to advise him not to drink than to try to drink.

He looked at the liquid in front of him. In fact, Hunter had never told anyone that he was afraid of alcohol deep down in his heart, but he had to act like other young people, hoping that he could drink alcohol and pretend to be an adult.

This thing took away his father, his family.But in fact, what Winston said was quite right. It was not the alcohol that really took away all this, but the father's unwillingness to face failure.

Hunter lifted his glass and took a sip.

There is no choking taste, on the contrary, the cool feeling penetrates into every cell along the taste buds, and the body gradually becomes relaxed.

"I think its taste is very light, not DARK at all!" Hunter felt that he was about to fall in love with this taste.

"It's like DARKNIGHT, allowing you to immerse yourself in a sense of tranquility and comfort, unable to wake up until you are swallowed by the night."

Winston's voice was light but soft, like feathers brushing Hunter's heart tirelessly one after another.

Hunter found that he liked listening to Winston.I like it very much.

"Can I have another drink?" Hunter looked at the bartender.

The bartender looked at Winston with a smile.

"Give him a LIPONFINGER," said Winston.

The bartender's hands and arms shook again, and not long after, a glass of light pink wine was pushed in front of Hunter.

"Hey, is this pink? Are you sure it's not for ladies?" Hunter looked in Winston's direction with a smile.

"Try it." Winston turned his face sideways.

Well, it was highly recommended by you, so I will give it a try.

Don't be a sweet wine to coax girls.

Hunter took a sip, his eyes widened, and then he covered his mouth: "Oh——"

"How is it?" Winston turned sideways, propped his chin, and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

Hunter froze for a moment. It was the first time he had seen Winston showing such a relaxed expression. The laziness between his brows and eyes was like fingers gently pressing on his nerves.When he tried to grab them, they disappeared without a sound.

"The lips are a little numb. The tongue seems to be rolled..."

"So, its name is LIPONFINGER," said Winston.

Hunter turned his face sideways, took a closer look at the glass of pink liquid, and then looked up at the bartender with admiration.

After this drink, Hunter looked at Winston curiously, as if wondering what he would order for his next drink.

"CRAZYDESIRE," said Winston softly.

The bartender showed a slightly surprised expression: "Are you sure?"

"Ah."

Hunter looked at the bartender curiously: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." The bartender gestured the distance with his thumb and index finger, "CRAZYDESIRE is a little bit stronger than the previous two glasses of wine."

"A little bit?" The name of this wine sounds very strong.

Usually a little bartender can mean another level.

"Just a little bit, really."

The bartender's movements were neat and handsome. Hunter looked up, and as if by magic, a glass of blood-red bottom and golden liquid floating on the top was prepared and pushed in front of Hunter.

"I won't choke it out?"

The bartender smiled and shook his head: "You will fall in love with this taste."

Hunter looked forward, and he licked his lips.

"Hey, you'd better drink it in one gulp," the bartender reminded.

"One bite?" Hunter glanced in Winston's direction.

The opponent nodded.

"I'll keep an eye on you."

You will watch me.

Won't let me sink into a world that doesn't belong to me.

Hunter looked down and smiled.

"Actually, we haven't met a few times, and we can count the number of times with our fingers."

"so what?"

"But it's strange...you make me feel inexplicably safe."

Even my dad, who put me on a go-kart, never convinced me that.

"Then promise me that anything you think is dangerous but must be done must be with me."

"Haha." Hunter smiled, lifted his glass and drank it down.

A few seconds later, an explosion-like force surged between his lips and teeth, lingered arrogantly in his body, and rushed into the depths of his brain. After a burst of dizziness, every cell felt relaxed.

"Oh—" Hunter let out a surprised sigh.

"How do you feel?" the bartender asked with a smile.

"It feels great!" Hunter's affection for this bar was overwhelming, "Is there anything else interesting?"

"Little ghost, take it easy." The bartender smiled.

"Hey, I really don't like being called a kid."

"You must be younger than me. Being called a kid means you are still young. When you are my age, if someone calls you a kid, you will feel that the world is beautiful."

"Then is there anything else interesting?" Hunter was in high spirits at the moment.

The bartender looked at Winston: "Another glass for him?"

"YOURULEME."

For some reason, Winston's voice seemed to be flowing in his mind, no matter how he poured it, he couldn't get it out.

"YOURULEME?" The bartender had an expression of "Is it really all right?"

"Ah."

"it is good."

So Hunter once again appreciated the bartender's almost artistic bartending movements.With a serious audience like Hunter, the bartender also had a smile on his face.

This is the last glass of wine. It is colorful and slowly settles, turning into a transparent dark red.

"Do you need to drink it in one gulp?"

"No, take your time." The bartender blinked and smiled.

His smile made Hunter's ears turn red inexplicably.

Winston jerked his chin at the bartender, who leaned forward.

"Did Gina come to work today?"

"Here, it should be in the background. Shall I call her for you?"

"Yes." Winston nodded.

Hunter took a sip, and the glass of wine seemed to evaporate in his mouth, showing a rich layer of taste, and then settled down, dragging all his ability to think.

At this time, a short-haired woman in a vest and suit trousers walked towards Winston.

She bent down beside Winston, her ear resting on Winston's lips.

This made Hunter frown.

Winston was indifferent to most of the people around him, except for essential staff, Hunter had never seen anyone get so close to him.

Winston turned his face to the side, and Gina almost completely blocked him, which made Hunter wonder what kind of expression Winston had on his face at this time.

Not knowing what he said, Gina nodded, looked in Hunter's direction, a smile appeared on her lips.

The slow blues in the bar did not know when it changed, as if the woman was breathing indistinctly.

Gina came in front of Hunter and slowly swayed her waist to the music.

Gina, who was originally androgynous because of her waitress uniform, exudes a kind of allure that transcends gender.

The other guests in the bar also smiled ambiguously, left their seats, and looked over.

Gina hooked her bow tie with her fingers, rubbed against Hunter's seat, and spun around, but she didn't touch Hunter.Her bow tie came down, and several times, she looked as if she was about to sit on Hunter, but turned the other way.

Hunter could only resist the urge to grab her into his arms.

There were other eyes watching him, and they were all waiting for the moment when he would be overwhelmed by Gina.

Gina's long legs brushed against his armrest, and her exquisite lines were like snake's letter, which made his heart itch, and his blood rushed down.

The moment Gina turned around, Hunter saw Winston opposite.

He was still holding his chin with one hand, but his gaze was cold.

It was so cold that he woke up instantly, and any impulse was thrown away.

As the music shifts from excruciatingly slow to jerky, Gina's movements grow bolder.

But Hunter found himself more attracted by Winston's eyes.

As if crushed by alcohol, there was a trace of provocation in the depths of Winston's eyebrows in his eyes, and it became more and more obvious. Hunter couldn't help but began to imagine that the person who surrounded him with music and released his sexy charm , not Gina, but Winston.

In a daze, Hunter imagined Winston ripping off the collar of the pure white sweater, and letting go just when Hunter was about to see his collarbone.His knees slid over the armrest of the chair, and the tip of his nose brushed against Hunter's cheek, just as he was about to reach out and grab him, but he left indifferently.His beautiful fingers hooked the edge of the jeans and pulled them down slowly. From between the sweater and the edge of the jeans, Hunter could see the blood-spitting waist line full of masculine strength.

But Hunter knew very well that he was only looking into the eyes of Winston who was still sitting where he was, which made him unable to tell which Winston was an illusion and which one was real.

Winston's fingers lifted up, and lightly touched the rim of the empty wine glass, moving slowly, as if twitching every tiniest blood vessel in his heart.The corners of his lips curled up, his chin lifted slightly, and Hunter could see his beautiful Adam's Apple.

Such a smile seemed to drag Hunter into the abyss of hell.

The author has something to say: Salted Egg Time

Hunter: By the way, were you upset when you found out that I was flirting with girls at the door of the bar?

Winston: Huh.

Hunter: That's annoying!

Winston: So I upgraded the way I tease you so that you can't imitate it.