Could You Not Tease Me?

He turned around carefully and saw Winston's profile, and then he realized that the thin quilt was all over his body, and Winston's back was empty.

He also told me to be careful not to catch a cold!That's how you get a cold.

Hunter pulled up the quilt and dragged it towards Winston.

"Are you awake?" Winston's eyes opened and looked at him.

"Yeah!" Hunter sat up cross-legged and looked out the window, "I don't know what time it is?"

The bright moon is soft and bright in the sky, the moonlight falls on the pool water, and the dense water vapor rises upwards, everything is hazy and soft.

"It's already ten o'clock in the evening."

"Huh? It's ten o'clock in the evening before I do anything?" Hunter showed a surprised expression.

Winston turned sideways, propped his chin and smiled: "Then what do you really want to do?"

"...It's so quiet here."

"Yeah, so it would be obvious if it made a sound."

"...You guys are here again." Hunter helplessly kicked the opponent lightly.

Unexpectedly, Winston grabbed his ankle, all this happened so fast that Hunter didn't even react.

Just as he was about to retract his foot, Winston pulled in his direction.

"Hey, stop playing! What if I get cramps?"

"Didn't you do flexibility training?" Winston asked lightly, but the strength of clasping Hunter's ankle did not decrease at all.

"Ghost! Flexibility training is to prevent muscle strain during competitions! Who can pull their legs so high!"

"Is this high?" Winston tried to lift Hunter's ankle up again.

The cuffs of his wide bathrobe fell down, and from Winston's perspective, it was absolutely possible to see what was inside.

"Put it down!" Hunter supported his body with his arms and stepped back forcefully.

But Winston still held himself tightly, unable to move at all.

"How about this?" Winston deliberately bent Hunter's knee and pulled it aside.

"I kicked you!"

Winston still did not let go.

Hunter suddenly felt uncomfortable that he was completely defeated in the competition of strength.He bent his knee slightly, and kicked Winston's shoulder really hard.

"It's your pride!"

Sure enough, Winston let go, he turned slightly, and Hunter's foot brushed past his shoulder, but he didn't expect that he suddenly grabbed Hunter's calf, pressed his knee against his shoulder, Then slowly leaned towards Hunter's direction.

"Legs raised on shoulders burn at least 26 calories per minute. Do you need it?"

This guy is playing tricks again.

Hunter huffed and kicked the opponent hard with one leg, but he was caught again.

Obviously he is already very fast!Is this guy Winston a monster?

"You don't dare to kick me hard at all, for fear of hurting my shoulder."

Winston's smile was shallow, but Hunter felt that this guy was very proud.

"Let go! Or I'll really beat you!" Hunter waved his fist.

Winston let go of Hunter's calf with both hands, and suddenly grabbed the fist he was swinging over. Hunter just put his leg down, but Winston yanked it, and Hunter jumped forward. on him.

Winston clasped his waist and pushed up, and Hunter was placed directly on top of him.

"Sitting position, about 1 calories a minute. You need more than [-]."

Winston's voice was right next to Hunter's ear, and his breath was warm. Even without turning his face, Hunter knew that the other party was smiling.

"You're going to die!" Hunter supported Winston's shoulders and stood up abruptly.

Who knew that Winston just buckled his waist, and he slammed into the tip of the opponent's nose.

At that moment, that place was rubbed by the tip of the opponent's nose, and he almost fell to the ground.

"No...it's none of my business...you're kidding me..."

It deserves it!old rascal!

But Hunter subconsciously felt that Winston would not be angry.

Winston just turned his face away and smiled.

"If you laugh again, I will really beat you!"

"You can't beat me." Winston stood up calmly and opened the door of the small compartment.

At this time, a woman in a kimono came in and cleaned up the things on the table.

"Going back to your room and going to bed now?" asked Winston.

This guy is really good, as if the embarrassing things he did just now didn't exist at all.

"Don't sleep!"

Hunter got a little annoyed.

"So you want to burn calories?" Winston asked with a smile.

Damn, mentioning "burning calories" now reminds Hunter of things he shouldn't.

Seeing that he was so angry and silent, Winston patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go and play table tennis. Can you?"

"I won't! You teach me!"

Hunter followed Winston out of the cabin.

The table tennis room is far away from where the guests sleep and needs to go through a long corridor.

Hunter walked while looking at the scenery outside the house.

The shadows of himself and Winston were projected on the walls of the corridor.

Hunter deliberately stretched out his hand and made a movement of pushing the opponent, and the shadows on the wall were connected together.

"You are so childish."

Winston stopped suddenly, causing Hunter's palm to actually press on the back of the opponent's shoulder.

"I'm naive, and it's not the first day you know." Hunter smiled indifferently.

But in his palm was Winston's temperature.

When Winston moved forward, Hunter's palm suddenly became cold.He also felt lonely in his heart.

When they walked into the table tennis room, the lighting here was different from the previous dining room, brighter and more spacious.

There are four table tennis tables in the room, but unfortunately there are no other guests in the hot spring hotel except the two of them.

Winston came to him and taught him how to hold the racket, where the ball hits the racket.

His hand slowly slid down from Hunter's shoulder to his waist, and gently pressed against him from behind, leading him to experience the rotation of his waist when hitting the ball.

If you are studying American history, Hunter is completely untalented.

But learning ball games, Hunter's motor nerves are well developed.

He tried a few shots with Winston.The first few balls either missed the net or missed.

But Winston was very patient, watching Hunter pick up the ball all over the floor.

Gradually, Hunter became dissatisfied.

"Hey, did you deliberately hit the ball where I couldn't catch it?"

"Isn't that what table tennis is like? If I hit the ball as far as you can catch it, how can I beat you?" Winston asked while supporting the table.

"...But I'm going to keep picking up the ball like this!"

"It's nice to keep picking up the ball," Winston said.

"You just want to see me tired!" Hunter rolled up his sleeves.

Just wait and see, I'll let you pick up balls all over the floor too!

"I don't want to see you tired, I just want to see you lower your body and raise your waist." Winston said.

"Ah?" Hunter thought for two seconds, his eyes were about to burn with anger, "You just lowered your body and raised your waist!"

For a long time, Winston deliberately wanted to see him "picking up soap"!

Winston smiled and sent the ball with his racket in Hunter's direction.

Hunter felt that since they reconciled, the guy's hooliganism seemed to have risen to another level.

he sighed...

Winston swung his racket, which meant "again."

Hunter was getting better and better, and gradually Winston could no longer easily beat Hunter with just one or two goals.

"yeah!"

Hunter finally pulled a good ball, Winston missed.

He originally thought that it was finally Winston's turn to pick up the ball, but who knew that this guy raised his chin as if it was a matter of course, meaning to let Hunter pick up the ball.

"Why am I still picking up the ball! Obviously you didn't catch it!"

"The ball jumped to your side."

"I won't pick it up!" Hunter decided to follow the principle.

"It's fine if you don't pick it up."

Winston directly took out another ping pong ball.

Hunter's disappointment multiplied.

The ball bounced not far from him.

Winston looked at Hunter, sighed, walked slowly to Hunter's side, and lowered his body.

Hunter was pleasantly surprised in his heart: oh oh oh!We will see Winston picking up soap!

But to his disappointment... Winston knelt down on one knee, and the posture in which he picked up the ping-pong ball was really elegant, completely different from his stupid bending down to pick it up...

Why didn't I think of picking up the ball like this?

But Winston turned his face sideways, looking from bottom to top, he didn't know what he saw, and a smile curled up on the corner of his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Hunter frowned.

"Your little Hunter is lovely."

Hunter was taken aback. Could it be that Winston saw it through the cuff of his trousers?

As soon as he lowered his head, he knew that he had been played by the other party again.Winston was so tall that the cuffs of his trousers could not be seen at all.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to rest." Winston pointed to the clock hanging on the wall.

"Well, okay. Go and wash it again, and then go to bed!"

Hunter returned the racket to Winston, raised his arms and stretched.When it was put down, the loose neckline from playing ball slid to one side.

Hunter yawned and was about to open the door and go out, but Winston gently grabbed his collar.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

Winston pulled up his collar for him.

"Thank you."

"However, your shoulders are really nice."

"Ah? What?" Hunter turned around, feeling amazing. This was the first time he heard Winston praise something beautiful.

"Makes one want to take a hard bite."

As Winston spoke, he walked past Hunter indifferently.

"..." Hunter looked at his back and let out a long sigh.

Have the ability to let the whole world know that you are a hooligan!

The bedroom Winston booked was double tatami.

The mattress has been laid, and it feels very good at first glance.

"Why are there roses on the tatami?" Hunter asked with his head tilted.

"Probably when I booked the room, I said there were two people, and I was mistaken for a husband and wife or lovers."

Winston picked up the rose: "You don't like it?"

"...I'm a man, how can there be any flowers I like!"

"Then just throw it away. It's really against the law to put a rose."

Winston was about to go to the window when Hunter grabbed him quickly.

"Forget it! It's already open. It's a pity to throw it out and no one will appreciate it."

Hunter reached out to take it back and put it back on the pillow.

Some things are born fragile and beautiful, perhaps just to be cared for.

"Hunter, you are really easy to be soft-hearted and gentle." Winston said.

"What about you? Would you throw it away without me?"

"What doesn't suit me, or doesn't want what I want, I turn a blind eye."

Hunter lowered his head, he could faintly feel the cruel and determined side of Winston.

"I'm going to shower!"

"Go." Winston took out his phone and began to browse the page.

Hunter casually flushed the hot water, put on a new bathrobe, and returned to the room.

Wiping his head, he walked over to Winston and found him browsing the news on oil and futures.

"Wow, I don't pay attention to these things."

Winston raised his arm casually, and put it lightly on Hunter's shoulder: "You have to learn the rational allocation of assets to achieve asset appreciation. Otherwise, even if you become a top racing driver, even if your annual salary exceeds ten million, it will be very difficult. It will be over soon."

"Have you invested all your money?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Ah."

Hunter is the kind of guy who lives in the moment, while Winston clearly thinks long term.

"So, when you leave Formula One one day, do you intend to go into business?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Not necessarily, but no matter what you do, you must have plenty of time."

"Enjoy life?" Hunter asked with a crooked face.

Winston smiled: "Not only to enjoy life, but also to watch over restless hearts."

"A restless heart? Is your heart restless?"

Winston's smile remained on his lips, and instead of answering Hunter's question, he went to shower.

Hunter followed behind him: "Then how about I give you my salary? Can you help me take care of it?"

"Are you not afraid that I will steal the money and run away?"

"Not afraid. You won't."

"What if my business fails and I go bankrupt?" Winston's voice came from the other side of the door.

"As long as... as long as you don't drink and do stupid things like my father... we will start over together and pay off the debt!"

"Fool."

The sound of the shower sounded, and Winston's "stupid" poked Hunter's heart lightly.

He couldn't help but keep wondering, what on earth did Winston mean by "stupid"?

Do you think he doesn't know how to manage money, or do you feel that you are a bit stupid to trust others financially?

A few minutes later, Winston came out and found that Hunter was still standing not far from the door, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Why do you call me 'stupid'?" Hunter asked.

Winston turned his face away, his shoulders trembled slightly, this was the first time Hunter saw him laughing.

"Why are you laughing? Do you think I shouldn't care about you calling me an idiot?"

Winston lowered his body, picked up the rose, and gently touched Hunter's face: "You don't need to give me your money. You can do whatever you like. The most important thing is to buy back the house you lived in when you were a child." Get another car, your old Jeep is prone to accidents."

"It was on one of our family outings and I didn't want to throw it away."

"Isn't the garage in that house quite big? Remember that you can park three cars. One space is reserved for the old Jeep, and the rest can be parked in a new car."

"There is still a place for you." Hunter said with a smile.

Sounds like he bought that house back.

Winston paused with his fingers, and suddenly pinned the flower to Hunter's ear: "Anyway, as long as you are well, I will let you live comfortably for the rest of your life."

Hunter's heart seemed to have been poked.

He took the roses from behind his ears, and Winston had thrown back the covers and sat down.

"Hey! Don't say such things! I will be even less aggressive! And... and it's like a marriage proposal!"

Hunter opened the quilt next to him and sat in.

"Didn't I talk about going to Dubai to buy you a big diamond ring?"

Winston was already in bed with his eyes closed.

"I don't want it!" Hunter stretched his feet out of his quilt, squeezed into Winston's quilt, and kicked him.

As a result, before he had time to exert his strength, he was grabbed by the opponent.

"open."

"Take it back yourself."

Hunter gritted his teeth, sat up, lifted the quilt of the other party, and went to break the other party's fingers.

After finally opening it, Hunter realized that the trouser legs of Winston's bathrobe had almost gone up. He folded his knees, and his legs were long and beautiful.

This made Hunter envious for a while, and angrily pulled the quilt up for the other party, and returned to his own quilt.

"Stop it. Go to sleep." Winston closed his eyes.

"Ignore you. Go to sleep." Hunter rolled up the quilt, turned sideways and closed his eyes.

The world became quiet, body and mind relaxed, and Hunter just fell asleep like this.

Moreover, the flight back to Tokyo tomorrow will be at night, so Hunter can sleep until noon without worry.

The next morning, Hunter was woken up by birdsong.

His eyelids trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that Winston's face was right in front of him!

Just as Hunter wanted to move, he realized that his sleeping appearance was really ugly.

One leg rested directly on Winston's waist, not only that, but Winston's arm rested under his head!

He was about to sit up when he realized that Winston's other hand was resting lightly on his lap.

Ouch!my God!

Hunter quickly retracted his legs, and then moved the quilt over to cover Winston.

He snatched all his quilts, so Winston must not get sick!

Otherwise, it will affect the competition in Abu Dhabi, and I will really die of guilt!

As if Winston had no intention of waking up, Hunter exhaled and went to the bathroom.

When he returned, Winston was still awake.

In Austria before, Winston was dissatisfied with the heavy decoration of his room and slept with Hunter.But it seemed that every time, whether it was drunk or chatting overnight, this was the first time that Hunter got up earlier than Winston.

He sat cross-legged on his mattress, propped his head up and looked at Winston, reconfirming that this guy was indeed very good-looking.

The forehead and the bridge of the nose are connected together, which is the place where he has the most so-called aristocratic temperament.There is also the line of the eyes. Because he is a man, Hunter has never studied it very carefully. Now it seems that Winston's eyes are actually very delicate.His lips are in a relaxed state at this moment, they are soft and even have a feeling that people want to touch them.

There was a rumbling sound from Hunter's stomach.

Winston's eyes quivered slightly, and he sat up slowly.

"What time is it?" asked Winston.

His voice was a little lazy, and Hunter felt itchy to hear it.

"It's eleven o'clock."

Winston moved a bit, but Hunter pressed his arm: "Are you awake first? Did you go to wash up? We can go straight to lunch."

"Done!" Hunter said after thinking for a while, "I robbed your quilt yesterday, you can push me back."

"It doesn't matter. Children like to steal other people's things." Winston raised his eyes to look in Hunter's direction, and then did not look away for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Hunter shook his hand in front of him.

Winston nodded and smiled: "I praised your shoulders yesterday, so will you show me your shoulders early in the morning?"

Hunter paused for a moment before he understood, and pulled his collar: "Can't you just say that my collar fell off?"

"It's a pity. If you leave here, you won't be able to see you wearing a Japanese yukata." Winston got up unhurriedly, and went to wash up.

Hunter snorted and started packing his things, putting on the jeans and T-shirt he was wearing when he arrived.

After they finished their lunch, they drove away from Noboribetsu to the airport in Sapporo.

It was Winston who was driving on the road, and the speed was not fast. Hunter squinted his eyes and felt the wind passing by his cheeks.

"Hey... we will go out on vacation together in the future!"

"Very well," replied Winston.

"Abu Dhabi is very close to Dubai. After the game is over, we will go to the Burj Al Arab!" Hunter said.

"There is nothing unusual about the sailing hotel."

This is not the first time Winston has played in Abu Dhabi, so Dubai has no mystery or expectation for Winston.

"I haven't lived there." Hunter said, "I heard that the water park there is not bad, have you played it?"

"I don't play with those things much. If you want to go, go with me."

Hunter has a dad-son conversational feel.

"Then what are you interested in?"

"Horseback riding, skiing, golf, sailing."

"It's really a nobleman." Hunter whispered.

"You don't want to go with me?" Winston asked, looking sideways.

"I don't know any of these."

"I teach you."

"That's more or less." Hunter smiled.

"The season is over, let's go together."

"Okay!"

They arrived at the airport in Sapporo, changed their boarding passes, and got on the plane.

While Hunter was queuing to board the plane, someone stopped him.

"Hunter, I didn't expect to meet you here!"

As soon as Hunter turned his head, he saw Audrey Wilson.She still has a SLR camera hanging on her chest, a luggage bag on her back, and a casual jacket. Her legs are more graceful and moving under the wrapping of jeans.

Hunter smiled: "Are you on vacation in Sapporo? Or are you interviewing someone?"

"Hahaha... If I tell you, you can't laugh." Audrey walked towards Hunter and whispered, "I heard from the Ferrari people that Winston came to Sapporo for vacation, so he came here too. Maybe we can meet by chance?"

Audrey blinked.

Although the tone was joking, Hunter could feel that Audrey really admired Winston.

"What do you want to do after meeting by chance?" Hunter asked half-jokingly.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Wow!You have made a lot of investment!Have you invested in bars, clubs?

Winston: Hmm.

Hunter: Not like your style!

Winston: As long as it suits your taste.

Hunter: Wow!And hotels!

Winston: It's convenient to sleep with you all over the world.

Hunter: Why are there still airlines?

Winston: I know where you fled.

Hunter: ...