Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter propped his chin up and looked out the window while laughing: "If you talk to the media like this, even if you have a big face, they wouldn't write about your arrogance, eyes above your head, etc. three years ago."

"I don't care what they write."

"I know. I used to gloat when I saw who they were bashing. But not anymore..."

"what happened?"

"If someone speaks ill of you, I'm afraid I can't help but beat him to death."

Because... you seem to be my only friend.

"Is that why you cry after the game?" Winston said.

"Huh?" Hunter was taken aback.

"Because I'm worried that I'm not good enough, I will be criticized."

Hunter frowned. At that moment, he hated this man. He always expressed other people's thoughts in such a natural tone.

"Isn't it? You are the driver who can compete with Jaws Charles and Red Bull's Irving for the annual points championship. You and I are like two worlds." Hunter shrugged his shoulders.

"I have always wanted to get close to you, although I don't know how to do it in the shortest time. If you feel that there is a distance between us, I don't know how to do it."

Hunter lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands: "God...don't talk to me like this."

"Then how should I speak to you?"

"Well, sorry, Winston. We've been on the same track, now and always."

Hunter raised his eyes to look at each other.

He suddenly couldn't help wondering whether there would be someone like Winston who said such things to him so seriously in the future, making him feel that he was the most special person in the world.

Lunch was a well-fried veal steak. Hunter had a good appetite. Looking at Winston in front of him, he was unhurried, and his fingers pressed the back of the knife to cut the steak carefully and with a touch of decisiveness.

"What are you looking at?" asked Winston, with downcast eyes.

Does this guy have eyes on his forehead?He even knew I was looking at him!

"This... learn your elegant western food etiquette, and improve my self-cultivation." Hunter squinted and said with a smile.

"But I don't want you to be like me. I want you to always behave as you want in your heart." Winston put down the knife and raised his eyes.

"Do whatever you want?" Hunter twitched the corners of his mouth, "Then Winston... can you not change, I hope we can chat like this in many years, you are still the most important thing by my side friend."

Please don't turn your back on me for the so-called "restart" like my mother.

And don't be like my father, who could only drink but couldn't see me because of his so-called failure.

"Hunter, I can't be your friend forever."

After Winston's voice fell, Hunter subconsciously clasped the knife in his hand.

Sure enough, you and I are independent people, no matter how good friends are - there is no banquet in the world that lasts forever.

"But I will always be by your side, even if you fear me, hate me, and struggle to leave me."

Winston's voice was obviously very soft, but Hunter had the illusion of being trapped.

"How could I be afraid of you? Tired of you? Well, sometimes I do get bored... Once you show up, I won't have any girls to pick up. They will only see you."

And I have hands and feet, no matter who I want to leave, I don't need to struggle.

Winston did not answer.

Hunter thought for a while and then said: "Wait, if you can't be my friend forever, how can you always be by my side? Be a lifelong enemy? Love each other like you and Charles from the Mercedes-Benz team on the track kill?"

"I'll be something to you, you think."

"It's impossible for me to think of it..." Hunter frowned and tilted his head. "I find that my logic is often different from yours. Of course... this is also very interesting."

"I am not a very patient man, Hunter. I shall not be the gentleman I am when you are beyond my patience."

Obviously as if he was threatening himself, Hunter's fingers clenched the table knife slowly relaxed.

"How can you be ungentlemanly to me? Is it worse than McGrady beating me?" Hunter turned his face to Winston and asked with a smile.

I don't care if you're a gentleman as long as you don't turn around like everyone else I think is important.

And Winston also slowly leaned towards Hunter, looked him in the eyes and replied, "Do you want to try it now?"

"Okay, come on!"

Before Hunter had time to laugh out loud, he saw Winston turn his face sideways, propping the table with one hand, his drooping eyebrows getting closer and closer, Hunter could almost feel the warmth of the other's lips, all the feelings at that moment Incredibly sharp.

At that moment, it should be the fastest reaction in Hunter's life.

He retreated sharply, leaning his back against the back of the chair, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Idiot." Winston raised his chin and continued to cut the steak.

Hunter tilted his head... It seems that he was tricked by this guy again?

What did the phrase "idiot" mean?

King's contempt?

"Believe it or not, next time you tease me in this way, I will poke you with a knife."

Hunter felt that he needed to make it clear to the other party.In the past, it was cold humor in words... Ah, no, it was harassment, and now it is even more excessive.

"Okay, you poke." Winston had already finished his steak and began to taste the dessert in an orderly manner.

"Not only will I poke you, I will stick my tongue in and let you eat my saliva!"

Is it true that the so-called "noble gentleman" has no lower limit when discarding self-cultivation?

"If you really have the guts to stick in, I'll make it impossible for you to get out."

Hunter almost didn't spit out the black tea, he coughed violently, and probably became the first racing driver to choke to death on black tea.

"You can't beat me, so don't try." Winston handed the tissue to Hunter.

Yes, yes... Competing with you is hurting yourself!

After lunch, Hunter wiped his mouth: "I want to go to the supermarket. A small supermarket is fine."

"What do you want to buy?"

"Hey. Condom." Hunter told the other party in a low voice.

Something good is about to happen to him!

"Are you going to mess around like last time?" Winston just glanced at him.

"It's a bunny party! Don't pretend, this is every normal man's dream!" Hunter squeezed his eyes and pointed at the other party, "No matter how cold you look on the surface, when you hear it, your heart will itch Bar!"

"I will," replied Winston.

Hunter smiled brighter: "That's right! You don't need to hold such a thing in front of your brother!"

"If it's you who wear rabbit ears," said Winston in a matter-of-fact tone.

"...I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

"I told you a long time ago that I didn't want to be friends with you."

Hunter rolled his eyes. He found that communicating with Winston and ignoring his aura is not enough. What is more important is to have the unique skill of being revived to death after being pissed off.

"Then do you want to go?"

Imagine if the picture of Winston surrounded by bunny girls could not be better, and see if he can still put on an expression of wanting nothing.

"When?"

"tonight……"

"Who wants to invite you?"

"Donald..."

"Donald from Sauber?"

"Yes……"

"The last time he took you to the bar?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

"When did you get on good terms with him?"

"Hey, what does it mean to have a good time with him! I don't have a deep hatred with him, and I like this guy's honesty. He can say what he thinks in his heart, and he is not hypocritical..."

Wait... It feels like Winston is asking questions at a particularly fast pace, and I don't even have time to think to answer.

"I can't go if it's evening. The team meeting starts at eight. I'm flying to Austria tomorrow morning."

"Oh...I'll fly there in the day after tomorrow."

If you think about it carefully, it's fine if Winston doesn't go, otherwise he will be the center of the bunny girl.

"I'll accompany you to buy a condom. It must be used."

"Are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried about the woman you're looking for. It's better that you're a racing driver by this time next year, instead of busy making milk powder."

After speaking, Winston raised his hand to signal for the payment.

Hunter scratched the back of his head, and was accompanied by someone to buy a condom. This was also the first time he had experienced it!

They came to the convenience store on the side of the street, and those small square boxes were neatly stacked near the cash register, full of temptation and a little excitement for Hunter.

Winston walked in first, and Hunter followed behind him with his pockets in his pocket. He lowered his head, took two boxes and was about to pay the bill.

"The kind with particles is not suitable for you." Winston said.

"Huh?" Hunter picked up the box and looked at it, then asked in a low voice, "Isn't this kind of good? I heard it's better than the usual ones?"

"Using this kind of thing will make the other party feel that you are incompetent. It needs external force to enhance the feeling, not your size or technique."

Although Hunter is not an old driver in this respect, this is not the first time he has come to buy condoms.When he was in middle school, when he passed by a convenience store in the morning, he also brought it to his classmates. At that time, they all liked threaded or floating point models.

Winston's words refreshed his understanding. I don't know if the brothers who used this type of words in the past would suddenly realize that their girlfriends might be laughing behind their backs?

"The... aromatic type?"

Don't women like to use any perfume?Body washes also like the scented ones, so maybe they like the scented ones?

"I'm prone to allergies."

A simple sentence immediately dispelled Hunter's thoughts.He didn't want his little Hunter to be uncomfortable or itchy tomorrow.

"Then what to buy?" Hunter was a little helpless.

"The simplest thing is extremely thin."

"Oh..." Hunter grabbed a handful in disappointment and placed it on the cash register.

The ultra-thin version looks like nothing at all...really Winston.

Hunter stared at Winston, squinted his eyes and said, "I thought you really had no desire, but I didn't expect the research to be so clear! It seems that you have a lot of experience! Where did you have sex? The media paid so much attention to you, Didn't anyone get it?"

"I don't use this kind of thing." The expression on Winston's face did not change.

"You don't need it?" Hunter jokingly bumped into the other person, "Then you are not afraid that at this time next year, you will also be making milk powder?"

"I'll cum in it."

Winston handed over the credit card.

Hunter blinked: My brother, you are really domineering!

Back at the hotel, in the elevator, Hunter did not forget to confirm to Winston again: "You really don't want to go to the bunny party with me?"

"Need not."

"I said, don't you think that you are living like an ascetic monk except for teasing me with words? Are you sure you don't want to come and let yourself go with me and try a life of luxury?" Hunter narrowed his eyes deliberately The eyes licked the corners of the mouth.

Winston's eyes darkened, and he asked lightly, "You seem to like to try new things all the time."

"Nonsense, haven't you heard of it? Doing what you haven't done is called growth, doing what you don't want to do is called change, and doing what you dare not do is called breakthrough." Hunter nodded seriously.

"I only know that doing something you haven't done is called trying, doing something you don't want to do is called compromising, and doing something you dare not do is called going crazy."

Hunter opened his mouth, speechless.

The elevator door opened, and Winston walked out first. Hunter did not forget to remind: "Hey, if you regret it, you know where to find me!"

Winston just raised his hand with his back to Hunter.

For the next time, every minute and every second felt like a year.

Hunter was fiddling with his hair in the bathroom.He remembered Winston trimming his own bangs at a charity dinner, and he started looking for hairspray.He has to dress himself up a little more maturely in order to win the favor of the bunny girl.

Otherwise, with Donald, a mature man, there would be no market for his little rookie.

Unfortunately, he never had this thing in his luggage.

"Hey Luke, do you have any hairspray?"

"No, I never use it."

"Maddy, do you have any hairspray?"

"I don't know you well!" McGrady hung up the phone viciously.

"Huh? Is he still angry? Obviously we have had a good talk before!"

Hunter beat everyone in the team, but no one brought hairspray.

Hunter suddenly thought of Winston, maybe that guy will have hairspray for post-match interviews or sponsor activities?

"Hello—Winston, do you have any hairspray? Pomade or something!"

"No. You don't need that kind of thing."

"what?"

You know what I need hairspray for?

"When kissing, the smell of hairspray on your hair can affect the mood of the other party."

Winston's voice was as cool as usual, but it had a different sexiness from Donald's.

Donald is a Latin American man who exudes enthusiasm, while Winston is restrained. The more restrained he is, the more people want to explore everything about him.

"Oh……"

"The person who kisses you will definitely want to put his fingers in your hair. If it were me, I only want to feel your hair, not hair gel."

"Oh……"

It makes sense, but can you stop using yourself as an example?

"Anything else?"

"No... no more."

"Then I have to pack my bags."

"Okay, see you in Austria."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Hunter became agitated again, jumping on the bed and rolling around for a while, and walking around the room for a while.

Bunny girl!bunny girl!

Just thinking about it makes my heart beat!

Or that guy Donald can play!Will you just hang out with him in the future?

But it didn't take long for Donald's phone call.

"Hey—Hunter! I'm sorry to tell you that our bunny party is... cancelled!"

"Huh? Why?"

The cold water came from the sky, cooling my heart!

"Well, because... because...my teammate and I didn't know what we ate, and we're not feeling well... We're not in good shape, shall we change another day?"

"Did you eat something bad? You didn't eat the food prepared by the nutritionist, what did you eat?"

My bunny party!My life dream!

"Isn't this just because I didn't control my mouth? Next time! I promise to take you to have fun next time!"

Hunter tilted his head and squinted his eyes, "Hey, Donald, why do I feel that your tone is not right? It seems that something is hiding from me? Could it be because I am not in the same team as you, you just Won't you play with me?"

"How come! Don't talk nonsense! My tone is wrong...that's because I'm sick!"

"It's not that you look down on my ranking since the start of the competition, thinking that I don't have your qualifications?"

"How is it possible? I also want to ask you not to chase after me at the Red Bull Ring in Austria!"

"really?"

"Really! Really! True than diamonds!"

"Then you'll call me when the party starts, right?"

"Yes! Of course! Hahaha!"

"Then shall I go and see you?"

"Look at me? Don't come! I'm sitting in the bathroom! Are you going to chat with me in the bathroom?"

"Okay, you rest more. In the Austrian competition, I will rank myself higher and try to rank ahead of you, so that you will not be chased by me."

"Damn it! Don't be complacent, you little brat! I'll definitely show you some color!"

"Wait until you don't have to squat in the bathroom, then show me the color!"

After hanging up the phone, Hunter slumped on the bed, looking at the extremely thin condom he bought.

It's a pity... I don't have a chance to use it.

At this time, after Donald put down his phone, he smiled awkwardly at the stern man sitting opposite him.

"Is that... okay?"

"Okay, remember what you promised me."

After speaking, the other party stood up calmly and left his room.

Donald looked at his teammates next to him, and both of them swallowed at the same time.

"We can't speak out, right?" the teammate asked.

"certainly……"

"Then do you want to remind Hunter of the Marcus team?"

"Of course not! Are you stupid!" Donald said.

"But let's not talk... I'm afraid he will be miserable in the future..."

"His misery is better than ours!"

"That... that is..."

The two nodded and decided not to say anything.

It all started 10 minutes ago.

When Donald and his teammates were happily preparing beer and various interesting gadgets, the doorbell of the room suddenly rang.

"They came so early?" The teammate looked at Donald.

"Didn't you say it was at night? I'll go and have a look. Don't be a coach. If you are found out, you will be lectured again."

Donald looked through the cat's eyes, and found that the one standing outside the door turned out to be Winston with his pockets on his face and an indifferent expression on his face!

"It's Vane Winston!"

"What is he here for? Do you know Winston well?"

"Who would be familiar with that guy!"

Although suspicious, Donald opened the door anyway.

Within less than a tenth of a second of looking at Winston, Donald felt panicked.

"Eh? Winston? What's the matter? Or are you in the wrong room?"

Donald's door was ajar, but Winston reached out to grab the edge of the door. When he pushed the door fully open, Donald staggered backwards and almost lost his footing.

"Hey...you just come in like this..."

Donald couldn't figure it out at all, but he could feel the cold breath emanating from the other party's body.

He glanced at the beer on the table and the various rabbit ears on the bed, and asked lightly, "Are you preparing for a party?"

"Ah... yes... do you want to go together?" Donald's teammate said stupidly.

Donald hurriedly bumped the other party with his elbow: "Well, Winston, what do you want?"

Winston was leaning against the table, arms folded, his face turned sideways, his eyes razor-sharp across Donald's cheek.

"Hunter doesn't have many friends, so I appreciate you making him less lonely when you're not playing."

"...Should I say, thank you for your compliment?"

"You were the one who took him to the bar last time in Montreal, right?"

"Yes. He'd like to go himself. Is there any problem?"

"Nothing. But there is one thing I want you to remember."

Winston walked in front of Donald unhurriedly, grabbed his collar suddenly, and pulled him over.

Facing those frosty eyes, an inexplicable sense of fear welled up in his heart.

"he's mine."

"..." Donald looked at the other party stupidly, shocked by the power in his eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

And his teammates stood where they were, completely frozen.

"No one, man or woman, can touch him except me."

Donald's eyes trembled: "...you...what did you say?"

He felt that he must have heard wrong!

Winston turned his face sideways, and as the angle of his gaze shifted, Donald felt as if his cheek had been cut open.

"I won't allow him to fuck anyone either."

This sentence was like a mountain falling apart in Donald's mind.

Although this was a subversive shock, Donald managed to regain a little sanity.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: By the way...Donald is so weird recently!

Winston: What's the matter?

Hunter: He always cares about my waist...my waist is fine!

Winston: Your waist is fine, so I'm relieved.

Hunter: How is your waist?

Winston: You can try it, it's good enough to make you cry.

Hunter: ...