Could You Not Tease Me?

Almost everyone passing by couldn't help but look in his direction.

Hunter sighed.Some people are like this, even silence is a natural luminous body.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and Hunter took it out to see that it was a text message from Winston: I am waiting for you at the London Eye.

Laughing, Hunter suddenly became ill-intentioned. Instead of replying to Winston's text message, he stood there and looked at him, thinking how long it would take for him to find out that he was here?

When Winston looked up, several girls covered their mouths and looked at him as they left.

Hunter thought he would see himself, but unexpectedly the guy turned around.

Hunter suddenly thought of something, took out his mobile phone, knelt on the ground on one knee, and took a photo of Winston and the Ferris wheel.

Probably hearing a click, Winston finally turned his head.

"Are you late? Or did you sneak a photo of me on purpose?"

Winston slowly walked in front of him. Hunter was still squatting on the spot, and handed out his mobile phone: "If you can't take pictures, you can delete them."

"You keep it."

Winston turned his face sideways, indicating that they should go to line up.

At this time, Hunter suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Winston was obviously a man of few words, and he had to stay in the cabin for three to ten minutes. Apart from admiring the scenery, Hunter was not sure if he and the other party had so many topics to talk about.

More importantly, the tourists who come here are either family members or lovers. It's really weird for me and two big men, Winston, to ride the Ferris wheel.

Thinking about it this way, Hunter regretted even more why he said he wanted to go to the London Eye before, just have a meal together and watch some opera!

Wait... It seems strange to eat and watch an opera?

Fortunately, more than 20 people can be accommodated in one cabin, and it is not so embarrassing if there are tourists with children, chirping and making noise.

Winston sat next to Hunter, who looked out the window at the Thames.

"Pretty pretty." Hunter nodded.

But in fact, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, he will feel sleepy just looking at it for more than ten seconds.

"I've been told that you're crying after you drive your car back after the race."

Winston's voice was very close, and because of the excited chatter of children in the carriage, he had to lean close to Hunter to make him hear what he was saying.

"I didn't cry, I just sweated a lot."

Which bastard said it!

He must beat the opponent!

"Actually, it is normal for Formula One race results to fluctuate."

"Are you comforting me?" Hunter asked reluctantly.

"You don't need my comfort."

"why?"

Didn't you hear that I was crying?

"If you didn't meet me, you would be very satisfied and proud to get this result from adversity. Now that you can have higher pursuits, why should I comfort you?"

Hunter looked at Winston. At that moment, the feeling of regret after the game suddenly came back, and his eyes were sore again. He could only quickly turn his face away.

"I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic." Hunter looked out the window at the Thames.

"Isn't it you who made me so narcissistic?"

"...I thought I was getting closer to you, but you defeated the great white shark Shire, but I fell from No.6 to No.[-]. It seems to be getting farther and farther away."

"But I hope that on the track, the harder you chase, the farther you will be from me."

"Why!" Hunter turned around angrily, only to realize that Winston had been looking at him.

"Because I want to be chased by you forever." Winston's voice was very soft, as if it would break if touched.

Hunter found himself terrified of the man speaking in such a tone, as if the fight hadn't even started...he had already lost.

He took a deep breath and turned his head away.

The Ferris wheel reaches its apex unknowingly, the river water and the sky are intertwined, and the boundaries cannot be distinguished.

Everything is small, but the world is infinitely wide.

"Hey, Winston... I have reached the culmination with you. At such a memorable moment, shouldn't you say something to impress me?" Hunter said half-jokingly.

"So what do you want to hear?"

"Didn't you graduate from Eton College? Some aristocratic temperament?" Hunter showed a big smile.

Winston didn't speak, and Hunter didn't feel sorry.

After all, it was already a miracle that this guy could ride the Ferris wheel with him.

When the ferris wheel began to descend, the cool voice brushed aside the tourists' conversations and came to Hunter's ears.

"If I had the brocade of heaven, woven with rays of gold and silver, a brocade of azure, gray, and black, changing night, morning, and day. With this brocade I would spread it under your feet."

Winston's voice was both near and far away.

Hunter turned around in surprise.

He's reading a poem just because he's kidding himself and wants him to be a little aristocratic.

Hunter always thought that if someone read poems to him, he would find it hypocritical and funny, but the other party was Winston.

He had such a calm expression, he didn't think about pleasing anyone, just because Hunter asked him to do it, he did it.

In his voice, the Thames and the sky seemed to really become a brocade that only belonged to Hunter.

"But I have nothing but dreams... I will spread my dreams under your feet."

Winston leaned slightly in Hunter's direction, and Hunter wanted to look away, but wherever those eyes looked, it was Winston's domain, and no matter how he avoided it, he was still in it.

There was so much in it that he couldn't understand.

Too deep, too wide...and too far.

"Take it easy, Hunter. For my dreams rest at your feet."

Like a sad sigh.

It was the first time for Hunter to feel this strange feeling - he was walking in the kingdom under Vann Winston's eyes, every step was supported by the other party's careful looking up, until he walked into the deepest point.

When a child made a sound, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Hey... what is this? Who wrote it?"

"Is this important? Anyway, tell you who wrote it, and you don't know who it is." Winston said lightly.

"If you don't say it, don't say it." Hunter snorted dissatisfiedly.

Then he realized that the two female college students on the opposite side were covering their mouths and looking at them with a sneer.

Hunter handed his mobile phone to the other party: "Hey, can I take a photo with my friend?"

"of course can!"

Hunter compared the scissors, and bumped Winston with his arm, "Don't make an expression that the London Eye is about to fall down."

It means to give a face and smile at any rate.

Just when the other party was about to press the shutter, Hunter felt his shoulders being hugged.He subconsciously looked at the man next to him, and found that the man actually smiled.

The shutter sounded, and Hunter finally realized it.

Winston's hand had already been put down. He leaned slightly towards the opposite side, said "thank you", and took Hunter's mobile phone back.

He glanced at the photo and returned it to Hunter: "You should be satisfied."

Hunter looked down, and found that the picture captured turned out to be Winston holding himself with one hand, looking at the camera with a smile, while he was looking at the picture of Winston's profile.

It's so fucking affectionate, I don't know how much he loves this guy who is cold most of the time, what time is quiet is good, but I want to be permanent.

Goosebumps are about to rise.

"I'm going to delete the duplicate photo! Those who didn't know thought I was having an affair with you!"

"Re-photograph yourself," said Winston coolly.

Hunter pointed his finger on "Delete", hesitated for three seconds, and forgot it...

Although his expression was so goosebumps, maybe Winston was the only one with that smile?

It can be sold to the media for a good price!

"If you dare to plan to sell my photos, I will tear Little Hunter down."

Lying grass!How do you know what's going on in my head?

Hunter widened his eyes.

"It seems that you really intend to sell." Winston's eyebrows seemed to be raised.

"How is it possible! I just wonder why you have such an idea!"

"Because you've done that before."

"Ever? You don't mean your previous life, do you?"

"Ah."

"Well, I must have been stupid in my last life."

When the Ferris wheel made a full turn, they returned to the ground, and the two came out with other tourists.

Hunter smiled and asked, "Then shall we go to the Tower of London?"

"I've gone, where do you want to go to next year's Grand Prix?"

These words inexplicably made Hunter feel better.

It means Winston thinks Hunter is still in Formula [-] next year, and that he will accompany him where he wants to go.

The two walked on the streets of London in this way, occasionally seeing some scenic spots.

Lunch was at the restaurant of Winston's choice.

Hunter thought that this guy was so tall, and the restaurant he went to must be tall, but he didn't expect that he just took him to a small restaurant on the corner of the street.

From the position by the window is a row of old shops, and the spire of the Gothic church surges into the sky.

Hunter propped his chin while looking out the window: "Did you choose this place because of the view?"

"Because the steak here is the best I've ever had," replied Winston.

"Huh? I thought you preferred those Michelin-starred restaurants?"

Delicious is delicious, but there are too many rules and a little less casual freedom.

"Also, I like to see you sitting in the bright position."

In this way, it would be a bit hypocritical and funny for other men to say it, but it was like reciting a poem casually, and Winston said it as a matter of course.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: By the way, if I really sold your photo, would you really tear Little Hunter down?

Winston: You did that in your last life, isn't it still hanging there?

Hunter: Scared me to death...

Winston: And I quite like playing it.

Hunter: ...