Could You Not Tease Me?

"That... I can go back myself."

Winston moved the phone away, and just as he was about to say something, the people from the insurance company came.

After finishing the matter, Hunter watched his car being towed away, exhaled, turned his face to one side, and found that Winston was still waiting for him.

Under the street lamp, his figure is beautiful and lonely.

"Let's go." He opened the car door for Hunter.

Hunter pinched his ears: Alright, the good-for-nothing came home in a genius car.

The night wind was blowing, Hunter closed his eyes, he was very curious about how Winston drove, how to control the clutch, how to turn the steering wheel.

His driving is smooth, and he feels comfortable when stopping at intersections or turning.

This comfort made Hunter wonder why.

"You drive like this... you really don't look like a racing driver..."

Winston turned his face sideways, the corners of his lips curled up: "Do you want to try?"

This was the first time Hunter saw such an obvious smile from the other party.It was like a finger swirling around in his body, both the heart and the brain were sucked into that vortex, but the other party calmly pulled away.

With a secret breath, Hunter finally understood why Winston never showed even the slightest smile in front of the media. He not only murdered Filin, but also drove the people who saw him to a dead end!

"This is an urban area, and the Ferrari can't race at all..." Hunter shrugged.

"Then go to a place where you can blow up."

Winston turned the steering wheel and rushed towards the outskirts of the city.

"Hey! Where do you want to go?"

"Are you afraid of me?" The other party gave him a cool look.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that I will take you to a certain place, locked in a dark place, where you will never see anyone except me, and you will be like this for the rest of your life."

His voice was still so cold, but in this coldness, there was something burning manically.

There was no expression on his face, all the smiles just now had become hallucinations, so indifferent to cruel.

Hunter swallowed unconsciously, and subconsciously reached out to confirm the car door.

"I'm locked. You can jump down, but at the current speed, the possibility of you falling to death is no less than falling from the tenth floor." Winston turned calmly.

The surrounding lights are getting darker and darker, and there is almost no traffic.

Winston looked like he was about to commit a gentle murder, and he was his prey.

Hunter knew that it was impossible for the other party to kill him... But what if Winston was really a perverted murderer?

Two days ago, I seemed to read in the newspaper that some teenager was abandoned in the suburbs, with multiple fractures on his body...

"Do you like me to be gentle or rough?" His voice was very soft, like a lover's whisper.

But like a harbinger of death, it is extremely dangerous.

Hunter opened his mouth, his back felt cold, and the coldness seemed to freeze his tongue, making him unable to speak.

"Why don't you answer me, dear, don't you expect it at all?"

The car was getting faster and faster, and there was no one around. Hunter's sense of crisis was stronger than ever.

He was evaluating whether he had the possibility of taking the car and fleeing.

Like knocking Winston out, taking control of the steering wheel, then kicking him out of the car and driving home by yourself!

Do not be silly!When a racing driver corners, the gravity plus the average weight of the helmet is 24 kilograms. Winston's neck is absolutely strong. How could I knock him out from this distance?

"Why didn't you answer me?" His voice was softer than before.

"I...I..." Hunter opened his mouth forcefully, wanting to say at least one sentence to stabilize this well-dressed psychopath, but he couldn't say a word.

Oh shit!Usually good!Why can't you speak at a critical moment!

"What kind of handcuffs do you like?"

"..."

handcuffs?What the hell are the handcuffs!

"What about the whip? Do you like a thicker one or a thinner one?"

When Winston asked such words in his voice without emotional ups and downs, it was like an invisible hand that grabbed his heartbeat, causing Hunter's blood to sink suddenly for no reason.

Knock him out, you must knock him out!

"If you don't speak, I don't know how to cherish you." The corners of Winston's lips were raised high, but Hunter felt that something in his mind was about to explode.

I don't need you to cherish!

Which fucking nerve of yours is misplaced!

"Why are you still silent?"

"I... think... your joke... is not funny at all." Hunter almost exhausted all his strength to curl his stiff tongue.

You can't stutter, and you can't let the other person hear that you will stutter when you are nervous.

"Did it really scare you?"

The car stopped, and Winston looked at Hunter with his hands on the steering wheel.

The cold and slightly bloody smile just now was gone, but there was an obvious narrowness in his eyes.

At this moment, Hunter was [-]% sure that Winston was playing himself just now.

"Of course I wasn't scared, I just thought you were outrageous."

When the mind calms down, the tongue also relaxes, and the vocal cords make sounds naturally.

"You have," said Winston.

There is no firm strength, but it makes people feel that he is stating an objective fact.

"I do not have."

Hunter looked at Winston with very open eyes.

If you dare to ask me if I stuttered just now, I will beat you to amnesia!

"Haven't you seen Speedy Murder?" Winston asked.

"what?"

"a movie."

"what?"

"We have arrived."

"Where are you?"

"A place where you can go racing."

Hunter found that he couldn't keep up with Winston's thinking.

Because the thinking and reaction are too fast, so always create the peak result in the grand prix?

Hunter followed Winston's line of sight and found that they had come to a closed runway.

"This is Ferrari's test track on the outskirts of New York City."

Uh... the big team is Hao!

Winston opened the door with a Bluetooth card, and they drove in with dignity.

"Hey, is this okay?" Hunter was a little worried.

Winston was with Ferrari, but he wasn't.

"Just the two of us, or are you worried about what I might do to you here?"

Here again, here again!

This kind of unnutritious joke is completely different from what he did at the media conference or even on the F1 field!

"Are you really Vane Winston?" Hunter asked, tilting his head.

"I'm."

"Then do you know that if I use a voice recorder to record what you said..."

"If you need it, I can bring it to you next time."

"I think you should be a man who is unsmiling and preferably silent like a sculpture."

"Okay, next time." Winston drove the car to the place where the starting point was marked on the test track.

"Hey, do you really want to drag the car here?"

"Aren't you curious, how much speed will make a Ferrari supercar explode?"

Hunter held his head: "Do you know that your character design is broken?"

"That's the way I am."

"Okay...you are willing to let your Ferrari explode, I don't mind..."

As soon as Hunter finished speaking, Winston shifted gears neatly, the engine roared, and the sports car rushed out crazily.

The back of Hunter's head almost fell into the back of the chair.

One F1 race is equivalent to more than fifty roller coasters.

Logically, Hunter would not feel scared, but when Winston accelerated crazily on the straight road, Hunter's face was almost stuck on the car window after entering the corner.

Turning in the opposite direction again, Hunter couldn't help leaning in Winston's direction, with his head almost on Winston's shoulder.

As if entering a time tunnel, Hunter realized that the entire test track was not lit up at all, all relying on Ferrari's lights and Winston's reaction!

There was no heat shield, no helmet, and the wind wrinkled Hunter's face with such a force that it destroyed everything, and even breathing became difficult.

This way of driving a sports car does not pursue the speed of cylinder explosion at all, but self-destruction!

When Hunter glanced at the dashboard, his heart was about to burst, because their speed had already exceeded the speed of the sports car announced by Ferrari.

After three laps, Winston slowed down the speed of the car. When the sports car stopped, Hunter froze there, motionless.

"What are you thinking?" The instigator was very calm.

Hunter didn't speak.

He really thought they'd end up going off the runway, crashing into the bumper, and getting run over by the airbags.

"Don't be nervous. It's impossible for a supercar to be faster than an F1." Winston unbuckled his seat belt, propped up the seat with one hand, and leaned in Hunter's direction.

At this moment, Hunter finally understood that when Winston was driving in the urban area, the smooth flow was called "sense of security".

And the unrestrained pursuit of speed on the test track is called "crazy".

He didn't understand how one person could combine both qualities at the same time.

Winston's hair was disheveled at this moment, and his cravat had long since been ripped open and hung lazily on one side, open at the neckline.

Bohemian... This is the adjective that flashed through Hunter's mind at this moment.

"Take a deep breath and think about the control you have from your brain down to the tip of your tongue. Now tell me, are you scared?"

Winston's voice was flat and gentle.

"I'm not afraid."

In his voice, Hunter seemed to find himself again.

"If you are not afraid, then what are you thinking now?"

"...Is my hairstyle... finished?"

Winston raised his chin slightly, and Hunter could clearly feel that the guy was smiling.

His fingers brushed Hunter's ear, gently smoothing his hair.

"it's good now."

That sense of intimacy at the banquet resurfaced.

Hunter felt that he must have known each other a long time ago.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember it.

"Hey - you bastard, you didn't even turn on the lights on the test track! What if we rushed out!"

"I have driven countless times on this test track."

Meaning, you won't crash your car with your eyes closed.

"……All right."

"The same goes for the Formula [-] circuit."

"what?"

"You stretch yourself too much in the game."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Can one be both gentle and rough with another?

Winston: Sure—kiss you softly, fuck you roughly.