Could You Not Tease Me?

"Haha..." Hunter thought to himself, luckily he cleaned up the room just now!

"Actually, it's impossible for me to have a deep chat with you tonight. I'm just curious. I have two questions I want to ask you."

"Okay, you may ask." Sitting across from Audrey, Hunter realized that although this was not a formal interview, the conversation had already begun, which made him slightly nervous.

"The first question is that in three consecutive races, from the Canadian Grand Prix, to the British Grand Prix, to today's Austrian Grand Prix, you have almost come from behind. You probably haven't read the media's evaluation of you from other teams today. Especially It was Kerter at Williams, joking that if you hadn't driven over his shoulder, he would have thought the race was a long time away."

"Did I put pressure on other drivers?" Hunter asked in surprise.

"And it's not a little stressful."

"You already know that Vann Winston from Ferrari is my friend?"

"Well, and he treats you differently."

"Probably because Winston is so good... I don't have a lot of experience, and I don't have the talent to become famous at a young age like Jaws Shire or Owen... So I can only keep myself tense and catch up one by one." Chao, never give up until the finish line. If there is no determination to fight to the death, Miss Wilson, I have nothing." Hunter said seriously.

Audrey looked into Hunter's eyes and saw the persistence and determination of this young driver.

Maybe he has a boyish side, but maybe he doesn't realize what it is that makes him more talented than other top drivers.

"Second question, today you passed Duchovny at the last time on the Red Bull Circuit. Whether it is braking or directional control, it reminds me of the time when Winston passed Owen at Silverstone this year. You Do you admire Winston and want to be like him, so you have been learning from him?"

"The learning you mentioned actually means imitation, right? I really admire Winston. I have studied his overtaking clips countless times after the race. But I never wanted to become him...Miss Wilson, every Drivers all have their own thinking patterns and different reaction abilities. No one can jump out of themselves and become another person. As I said before, I don’t have much experience in the field of F1. Apart from personal experience, It is to learn from other people’s experience. For this overtaking, I will make the same judgment as Winston, because the angle of the curve at that time, the position between me and Duchovny is very different from when Winston was dealing with Owen. Similar, so I applied what I learned. But it was my Evan Hunt overtake, not Winston's."

Audrey looked at Hunter for a long time, and then smiled: "Often she looks like a child, but when talking about racing, she becomes very thoughtful and mature."

"Thank you." Hunter pinched his ears embarrassingly.

"So, in your mind, what kind of existence is Van Winston? The goal you surpassed? You should know that very few media can extract any ideas of his own from Winston. He put You treat him as a friend, so I am also curious, what is he like in your heart?"

"Oh... that guy is much more evil than you imagined..." Hunter rolled his eyes skyward.

"Really? Like?"

Hunter thought about it, and found that there was no way to tell what Winston had done to him in front of Audrey.

It's too embarrassing and too disrespectful!

"This, you get to know it slowly." Hunter showed a smirk, "What I tell you is meaningless. But...you know that Irving from the Red Bull Racing Team, and Charles from the Mercedes-Benz Racing Team are very likely to be here or next. Retire after the end of the season?"

"Yes. Before Winston came, Owen and Charles dominated Formula One for almost 12 years... Owen did express his intention to retire to the media."

"While they're gone, Winston will be alone if he doesn't have an exceptional opponent."

Audrey's gaze trembled, and at that moment she saw a lot of deep and persistent things in Hunter's eyes.

"I had to be his counterpart, to drive every corner and every straight with him."

"I think . . . I see why Winston approves of you as his friend."

"Oh why?"

"Because you have infinite possibilities."

After speaking, Audrey got up and handed Hunter her business card.

"The next race is in Japan. I have discussed with Mr. Marcus to do an interview with you before the game, but I heard that you have turned down all interviews because you like to concentrate before the game. If Let me know when you're ready one day. I want to have a real chat with you. No racer thinks very differently at different times. Whether it's you or Vann Winston." Audrey stood on tiptoe and gently adjusted Hunter's neckline, "You are very handsome, Hunter."

After speaking, she walked towards the door.

Looking at her back, Hunter didn't come back to his senses.

What?Did she just say he was handsome?

God, this is the first time a woman says he is handsome!

Most importantly, that person is still Audrey Wilson!The goddess in the minds of many F1 drivers!

The moment Audrey opened the door, she was stunned.

Because it was Winston standing outside the door.

And he had a bag on his shoulders.

"Winston... why are you here so late?"

"Sleep." Winston turned his face sideways, his gaze passed Audrey's shoulder and landed directly on Hunter, "Why is she in your room, and so late?"

Hunter opened his mouth: "Interview, okay?"

Sensing the icy aura emanating from Winston's body, Audrey's expression was very calm: "Because we talked about some topics that Hunter was interested in, he opened up the conversation, so we talked for a while. I'm going back now But, Winston, your Ferrari team doesn't seem to live here, does it?"

"I've come to sleep with him," replied Winston.

Hunter hurried forward, dragged Winston in, and whispered apologetically to Audrey: "This is what I mentioned before, the 'bad place'! He doesn't like the smell of the new decoration in his room , so come to me."

Audrey laughed, "Indeed, getting along with Winston is not easy."

"Good night, Miss Wilson."

"Good night, Hunter."

When the door closed, Audrey walked towards the elevator, but she still couldn't help but turn her head to look at Hunter's door.

This time, her understanding of Winston was refreshed again.This stern, lonely man actually came to find a friend to sleep with?

"How long have you been talking?" Winston put the sports bag on the sofa.

Hunter raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It hasn't been long, more than half an hour."

"But it's 09:30 now. Do you know what that means when a woman comes to your room at nine o'clock at night?" Winston turned around, arms folded.

"hint?"

Two seconds later, Hunter suddenly realized, and stepped forward quickly: "You mean...you mean...say..."

"Audrey Wilson can let you tape?" Winston's eyes turned cold.

"No, I just couldn't find the right words to describe it for a while—could Audrey Wilson be interested in me!"

"She's interested in every racing driver who's at a potential stage."

This answer made Hunter's heart beat faster for no reason.

Could it be that if Winston didn't come, he and the goddess would be able to develop together?

Pity!Have a snack!

"Do you like Audrey Wilson?"

"Is there any Formula [-] driver who doesn't feel for her?"

"I just don't have feelings for her."

"...I can see it."

So Hunter was in a state of inexplicable excitement all night.

Winston used the bathroom first, and when he came out, he found Hunter with his legs crossed, sitting on the sofa playing match [-] games, with the expression on his face as if he had won a lottery of [-] million euros.

"I'm out, you can use it now."

When Hunter looked up, he saw that Winston's wet hair was pulled back by his fingers, and he was wearing a bathrobe, and he could see his beautiful neck and tense calf lines.

Once again, Hunter confirmed that the guy had long legs.

"So disappointed..." Hunter put down his phone and looked at the other party with his head half up.

"Because I'm not Audrey Wilson?" Winston asked coolly, and sat down beside Hunter.

"Hey! I mean, shouldn't you come out with a towel around your waist? Then I can admire your pectoral muscles!" Hunter dissatisfied.

"Have you entered the top five for three consecutive races, why should I show you?" Winston asked back.

"Stingy..." Hunter got up, and the phone dropped to the ground.

He knelt down to pick up the phone, from an angle where he could see under Winston's bathrobe as he wiped his head.

Who knew that just as he turned his face to the side, Winston crossed his legs and saw nothing.

I wanted to see what little Winston looked like!

Disappointed again.

As soon as Hunter raised his eyes, he found Winston looking at him with the corner of his mouth pulled.

"Where do you want to see me?"

His voice was softer than usual, scratching Hunter's heart like a feather.

"I have everything you have... What's so interesting?"

Hunter said contemptuously.

"is it?"

Winston's gaze seemed to turn around, making Hunter want to scratch his head.

Just then, he slowly replaced the overlapping legs.Hunter watched as the hem of his bathrobe was pushed up, and the lines of his legs became more and more detailed, and that piece was under the shadow, full of mystery.

But when the hem of the bathrobe fell off, Hunter still didn't see anything.

Really super stingy...

"Hunter, you should belong to the type in middle school who liked to secretly compare your size with other classmates in the bathroom?"

"None of your business!" Hunter knew that this guy did it on purpose, "Anyway, I've never compared to you!"

You guys don't have any gossip, and you're not interested in Audrey Wilson, maybe you can't do it?

Thinking of this, Hunter felt deeply satisfied in his heart. He hummed this song and went into the bathroom with the water on. Thinking that Audrey might be interested in him, his senses became more acute, so he relieved himself for a while with the water on. Fan.

Unexpectedly, just as he was in high spirits, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Hunter, how long do you have to wash?"

Winston's voice was like a basin of cold water pouring down, and Hunter almost lost interest.

"What are you doing? Do you want to use the bathroom?"

"Mr. Marcus called you."

"Then I'll get back to him later!"

Don't talk to me again!

It's not like you don't know what your own voice looks like!

It's not so cool!

There was the sound of Winston's away footsteps outside the door, and Hunter felt that he could finally continue.

Unexpectedly, within two clicks, Winston's voice sounded again.

"Are you touching your little Hunter?"

"No!" Hunter's forehead was bulging with veins, and he really wanted to slam the door into Winston's face.

"When having sex, do you kiss the other person first or take off the other person's clothes first?"

Winston's voice was still faint, with the water flowing indistinctly, Hunter held his breath and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Hunter?" With no response, Winston whispered his name more clearly than before.

A sense of guilt welled up in Hunter's heart, because he subconsciously began to imagine the expression of Winston outside the door at the moment.

Do you lower your eyes?

Is his forehead against the door?

"I should have kissed each other first."

"Me too."

Hunter took a breath and continued his unfinished "work".

"When kissing, do you lick each other's lips first, or just stick in?"

Winston's voice sounded again.

Hunter had just unwrapped Audrey's clothes in his mind, but his thoughts were taken away by Winston again.

"I... should lick her lips first..."

"Will you hold the other person and fall down, or turn around and pull the other person down?"

Hunter subconsciously imagined the picture Winston described in his mind.

"I...Of course I hugged each other and fell down..."

"I will pull the other person down, feel the other person in my arms, and then turn over and press on me when I am most emotional."

Everything is messed up, like a hallucination.

He saw Winston holding his hand with a slight smile, stepping back step by step. When Winston's calf hit the mattress and fell backwards, he was pulled down severely by him.

He supported his upper body in horror, but Winston pressed hard on his lower back with his hand, and he fell down.

He raised his head and kissed him unexpectedly.The tip of his tongue was free from the gap between his lips, and it was squeezed in at the moment when he was about to escape, followed by an earth-shattering sucking kiss, his nerves were aroused and he could not struggle, and then the world turned upside down, and he sat on his body.

Everything was out of control, and Hunter was suddenly relieved at that moment.

"Hunter? What's wrong with you?"

Winston's voice sounded.

Hunter froze there.

What did he do just now?

Obviously thinking about Audrey Wilson, how could it become Winston?

How could he think of Winston like that?

A sense of guilt welled up in his heart, and Hunter suddenly felt that he was a super jerk.

"Nothing! I've already washed it!"

Hunter turned off the water, put on his pajamas, and walked out.

Winston turned his face sideways, stood with his arms folded and looked at him not far away: "Didn't you say you should come out wrapped in a towel?"

"I like to sleep in my pajamas." Hunter dared not look at Winston.

"Are you a child?" asked Winston.

"That's right!" Hunter didn't bother to refute, he was still shocked by what appeared in his mind just now.

Sitting under the quilt, Hunter continued to play Match [-] with his mobile phone in his arms.

He wanted to get himself out of the shock just now.

Winston said nothing, but opened his book and leaned against the head of the bed beside Hunter.

A few minutes passed, and Hunter suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"Excuse me for what?" Winston slowly turned to the next page.

"You should stop making those jokes on me in the future. Although it's normal for men to joke around together, your jokes... make me helpless."

"for example?"

"For example, you picked me up in front of so many people today and carried me into the bathroom."

"So, you want me to pick you up and carry you into the bathroom when I'm not alone?"

"...Look, just such a joke is very helpless."

"Hunter, are you worried that one day you will be too close to me?"

"what?"

"So you take everything I say as a joke."

"What are you talking about?" Hunter shook his head, "I can't keep up with your thinking."

"You feel that all those closest to you, such as your mother and father, will leave you. You are afraid that I will do the same. If you have never given yourself completely to another person, you will not because of his departure And disappointed, right?"

Winston didn't take his eyes off the page, and he calmly said something that Hunter hadn't noticed all along.

"You're not leaving, I know."

Just not as close as now.

One day we all left Formula [-], you have your habits and rules, I have my bad hobbies, we live our own ordinary lives.

We don't hurt each other like Zero and Hunter in Speed, but we forget each other.

"No matter what happens, I will never disappear from your life. So, please accept what I have said and done to you."

Hunter's heart was both warm and more guilty.

Winston, if you knew what I was thinking in the shower, would you be so calm?

The most important thing is, you are calm, I am not calm anymore!

Hunter threw the phone away, pulled up the quilt and lay down with his back to Winston.

"Go to sleep!"

"Is your hair dry?"

"Done!"

Winston stretched out his hand, put his fingers between the strands of hair on the back of Hunter's head, and rubbed it gently to make sure that Hunter's hair was really dry. He also put down the book and turned off the bedside lamp.

But when he really lay down, Hunter couldn't fall asleep again, and he continued to have fun under the quilt with his mobile phone in his arms.

At this time, a text message from Marcus came, telling him that Audrey Wilson had praised Hunter in the column and asked Hunter to remember to order a bouquet of flowers for him tomorrow because it was Audrey Wilson. Wilson's birthday.

"Hey..." Hunter bumped his elbow back into Winston.

"Ok?"

"Tomorrow is Miss Wilson's birthday, and Mr. Marcus asked me to send her a bouquet of flowers...what should I write on the card?" Hunter asked.

"Happy birthday to you."

"...That's not special at all." Hunter thought for a while, and then said, "She seems to like poetry very much."

When he was walking outside the hotel last time, he casually recited a few lines of "If I Had the Brocade of Heaven" that Winston once read to him. Audrey seemed surprised and liked it.

"She likes poetry. Do you like her?" asked Winston.

"Well... I dreamed of a woman like her when I was a child, beautiful, with a good figure, thoughtful, and emotional."

"You want to chase her?"

"Hahaha... Didn't you say that? She is interested in all young drivers with potential. Maybe I can make her interested, but I can't catch her heart. What I really want...is not someone to accompany me A person who has done a roller coaster, but a person who can quietly walk with me on the beach and watch the sunset without feeling that life is too boring.”

"You're not the kind of person who walks quietly by the sea and watches the sunset."

"You're annoying."

"What you want is when everyone thinks you're laughing indifferently, but someone knows you need a hug."

Winston's voice was still so calm, so soft.It seemed that he should know all the little secret thoughts in Hunter's mind.

"Here's a poem, Mr. Winston, who graduated from Eton College. Anyway, Audrey Wilson admires me, and I hope she thinks I'm still a little bit attractive, and keeps saying good things to me in the column." Hunter said half-jokingly .

But almost a minute passed, and Winston didn't speak.

Hunter thought to himself, forget it, write a poem or something, maybe Audrey will laugh at him for being "retro".

"Hunter."

"Huh?" Hunter's eyelids twitched and he was about to fall asleep.

"I met you. I remember you. This city was made for love, and your soul was made for me."

Winston's voice was mellow, and Hunter's already quiet heart was once again clamoring.

"Remember?" Winston asked softly.

"Huh?" Hunter froze there, motionless.

"Aren't you going to write to Audrey Wilson?"

"Oh……"

At that moment, he was disappointed.

Even I don't understand why.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: How many more poems do you have in mind?

Winston: I love you to the depth, breadth, and height of my soul...

Hunter: Shit—you just say it with your mouth!Don't hit me again!