Could You Not Tease Me?

Not to mention that when his legs were stretched in, Winston's knuckles holding his trousers almost stuck to his ankles all the way up to his waist. That kind of touch seemed to guide the flow of blood in his whole body.

At this moment, what Hunter wants most is to faint immediately.

He couldn't maintain his balance, and when he fell to one side, Winston reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Powerful and steady.

When the trousers were on, Winston's fingers pressed the hem of the shirt, pressing them into the waistband of Hunter's body.

Through the fabric of the shirt, he could also feel the temperature of Winston's fingers and palms—like an illusion, it was very hot.

Hunter felt that it must be because he was very hot.

Winston's fingers came up to the middle of his waist and buttoned the buttons for him.

"All right."

That cool voice woke Hunter up from his dream.

God knows that he doesn't want to eat any seafood feast at all now, he just wants to hold this guy's shoulders and do whatever he wants.

How he wanted to rush into the bathroom, because he knew he could release it just by closing his eyes and thinking about Winston's face.

Marcus was still relentless, and Winston took the phone directly from his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Marcus, this is Winston."

The phone was suddenly quiet for three seconds.

"Ah... Winston... are you with Hunter?"

"Yes. He just buttoned the wrong button, so he lost his temper a little bit. But it has nothing to do with you. We will return to New York on time, please rest assured. Is there anything else you need to convey?"

Winston's voice was flat but had an authoritative effect.

Marcus, who had been chattering, suddenly shut up.

"Oh...no...have a nice holiday..."

"Goodbye."

Winston pressed the phone away and stuffed it back into Hunter's hand.

"Let's go, the submarine is waiting for us." Winston walked towards the door.

Hunter quickly followed.

This was Hunter's first time in a submarine. He sat in front of the window with his forehead against the window, looking intently at the coral debris on the bottom of the sea.

Occasionally, some fish passed by, and Hunter's eyes followed them.

Winston was quietly by his side.

When they reached the underwater restaurant, Hunter let out a sigh of disappointment.

"You like submarines?" asked Winston.

"It's not like I like it much, but I think it's very interesting."

When he was young, his father was too busy, and Hunter never even went to the aquarium.

"Purchasing a submarine might also be a good idea."

said Winston in a casual tone, with his pockets in his pocket.

"Why buy a submarine?"

Hunter thought to himself that Winston really had money and no place to spend it.

"Hunter, if you had a submarine, what would you use it for?" Winston asked back.

"Me..." Hunter thought for a while, and then leaned towards the other party ambiguously, "If I had a submarine, I would lock you in it so that you couldn't go anywhere, just like raising a Winston! "

Hunter looked carefully into Winston's eyes, looking for his emotion.

But Winston just looked at Hunter, his eyes seemed to merge with the vast sea outside the submarine.

"If it were me, I would just put a bed in my submarine, fill the wine cabinet with Japanese sake, and have sex with my lover day and night, under the deep sea, my lover can't go anywhere. "Winston's voice was cold, but it sounded crazy and hot to Hunter's ears.

"...I can understand putting it on the bed. Why store Japanese sake? Shouldn't it be Lafite in [-] or something?"

"Probably so far, Japanese sake works the best."

"Why do I think you're mocking me? Don't you still remember the last time I was drunk and bit you?"

"No." Winston raised his chin, signaling Hunter to leave the submarine.

This underwater restaurant is like a miracle to Hunter.

Above their heads is the sea water of the Persian Gulf, and various aquatic creatures swim leisurely past their heads.

Hunter kept his head up: "Winston, look, turtle!"

"Hmm." The man on the opposite side propped his chin, and didn't intend to look up at all. He just looked at the excited Hunter on the opposite side.

Hunter had no impression of the taste of the seafood restaurant.

All he knew was that Winston was right across from him.

The way he held a knife and fork, the way he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and the way he occasionally raised his eyes to respond to him, Hunter didn't want to miss it.

asked Winston, looking up.

"I'll eat it!" Hunter lowered his head and stuffed a mouthful of vanilla shrimp.

After dinner, the two took the submarine back to the hotel again.

Hunter was still looking out of the window intently, but what he was really looking at was not the underwater creatures, but the shadow of Winston reflected on the glass.

Like an illusion, Winston on the glass seemed to be looking at him all the time.

This feeling made Hunter feel warm and moved.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when they returned to the hotel room.

Hunter, who hadn't slept all night last night, felt tired at this time.

He spread out on the sofa, squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and fell asleep within tens of seconds.

The sofa beside Hunter sagged slightly, and he knew that Winston was sitting beside him.

After his chaotic thoughts came to his senses, Hunter continued to close his eyes, feeling the presence of Winston.

The other party reached out and rubbed Hunter's head.

"Don't sleep here. I'll put water for you to take a bath and go to bed." Winston's voice was soft, as if coaxing someone.

"Hmm...um..." Hunter nodded.

The sound of running water came, and Hunter turned his face to look at the crack in the bathroom door. He could just see Winston sitting sideways on the edge of the bathtub, extending his arms to adjust the water temperature.

Hunter coughed inwardly.

Because he suddenly wanted to push the man into the bathtub like this, watch him being submerged in hot water, and then stand up and look annoyed... Although it was almost impossible to make Winston angry.

Then I strode in swaggeringly, listening to the water flowing out from the edge of the bathtub, while I sat on this stern man, suppressing him and doing whatever I wanted.

When the sound of running water stopped, Winston stood up and walked back to Hunter's side. His palm covered Hunter's cheek and patted lightly: "Go."

"Oh..." Hunter reluctantly opened his eyes, first tugged on his own bow tie, but found that he couldn't untie it, he suddenly thought of something, lazily tugged on Winston's cuff, turned his face and said, "Help me?"

Winston, who was reading the text message on his mobile phone, raised his eyes and looked at Hunter. A few seconds passed but he remained motionless.

Hunter was disappointed.

Just as Hunter was about to untie the tie himself, Winston put down his phone and leaned sideways towards him, his fingers hooked into the edge of the tie, tearing it loose.

Looking into Winston's eyes and the slightly swaying hair following his movements, Hunter had the urge to kiss him again.

Winston took off his cravat and undid the first button of his shirt with it.

His fingers slid across Hunter's Adam's Apple, Hunter swallowed subconsciously, and when his throat rose and fell, it seemed that his skin was touching the opponent's fingers again.

Winston put his hand down: "Okay."

Hunter became disappointed, moved, and said lazily: "You just untie it for me..."

However, Winston continued to pick up his mobile phone to read text messages, not paying attention to him at all.

"Untie it yourself."

For some reason, Hunter felt that Winston's voice was a bit cold.Could it be that he was unhappy when he asked him to "help"?

Oh...forget it.

Hunter stood up slowly, glanced at Winston's focus on replying to the text message, and suddenly became a little wicked.

As Hunter walked towards the bathroom, he took off his clothes and let them fall on the ground without any intention of picking them up.

Blazers, shirts, trousers...

He walked into the bathroom, threw his underwear on the ground, stepped into the warm bathtub with his legs open.

He knew that Winston would never allow mess. This guy would definitely pick up the clothes all over the floor and tidy them up with a frown.

Thinking of this, Hunter felt happy.

The hot water was so comfortable that he was already sleepy and fell asleep quickly.

Vaguely, Hunter seemed to hear someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hunter? Are you asleep? The water is getting cold, come out earlier."

It was Winston's voice.

Hunter sat up, only then did he feel that the water seemed to be really cold.

"Okay! I'll come out now!"

Hunter was about to get up when he suddenly remembered something.

"That... Winston... I forgot to bring my clothes in! Can you help me?"

This is Owen's strict advice, never bring a change of clothes when entering the bathroom, and never lock the door.

But... Winston shouldn't be interested in his figure, right?

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Winston walked in with Hunter's clothes in his hands and put them on the rack. He walked out without looking at Hunter or saying anything.

Hunter sighed.

Look... Owen's trick is useless at all!

If he is a beautiful woman like Audrey Wilson, there is still a look, everyone is a tough man, what is there to look at?

Hunter pressed the edge of the bathtub, straightened up, and stepped out. Unexpectedly, his feet slipped and he completely lost his balance. He was about to make intimate contact with the ground of Boci in the most distorted and tragic posture!

But Hunter's reaction was quite quick. He grabbed the bathtub, put his other hand on the ground, put one leg on the bathtub, and stretched the other leg to try to step on the slippery ground, but it was still in vain.

He knew that he must look funny and ridiculous at the moment, but Winston outside heard the sound of striding open the bathroom door.

"Hunter! Why do you..."

Winston also seemed taken aback by Hunter's appearance.

"You...you come and help me! Lift me up!"

Hunter anxiously wanted to use his strength, but no matter how hard he stretched his leg, he still stepped on the water stains on the ground.

Winston finally took a step forward. In the huge bathroom, he seemed to have only taken two or three steps to come to Hunter's side. He clasped Hunter's waist with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around to hug him.

Hunter could feel his back against Winston's chest, and Winston hugged him, placed him on the edge of the bathtub, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Little Hunter.

Realizing something, Hunter immediately covered himself, and Winston stood up after only one glance.

"If I were you, I wouldn't cover the front." Winston grabbed the towel and put it on Hunter.

"Ah?" Hunter looked up at the other party.

"I'll cover the back. When you're naked and not wearing anything, your back is so beautiful, it makes you want to bite into it—everything."

Winston smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and went out.

His shirt was almost soaked and stuck to his waist.

This has a fatal attraction for Hunter.

"Bite everything! Don't copy my lines!"

Hunter became deeply depressed.

He felt that instead of seducing Winston, he was hooked wildly by him.

That guy Owen is so confident, his tricks are useless to Winston at all!

Hunter filled the water for Winston, changed into pajamas, and went back to the bedroom.

Winston, too, seemed sleepy, leaning back against the sofa like a lonely king.

Hunter sat down beside him, without waking him up.

As if sensing Hunter's approach, Winston opened his eyes.

Those eyes have always been Hunter's favorite.

Now that they were so close to him, Hunter just wanted to keep watching them.

And Winston didn't have the slightest intention to look away, until two or three seconds later, he suddenly put his fingers on Hunter's chin, and moved his face away.

"Do you want to eat me?"

"Yeah. Will you let me eat?" Hunter said with a smile.

Owen said that if you want to tease Winston, remember to be shameless. The more shameless you say and do, the better.

Although what he taught himself was useless so far, but Hunter remembered being raped by this guy before, and thought it would be good to be shameless.

Is it possible that Winston can still break up with him?If he gets angry, he can just say "just kidding" by himself.

"Can you eat me?" Winston asked back, got up and went to the bathroom.

"Why can't I eat anymore?" Hunter raised his chin and followed behind him dissatisfied.

"I'm big there."

After Winston finished saying this with a blank face, he closed the bathroom door.

After Hunter realized what the other party was referring to, his ears turned red again.

What round is this?If Bi is shameless, he is no match for Winston at all!

Hunter was lying on the bed, texting Owen, and kept complaining frantically.

Owen: Is it really useless?

Hunter: No use for ghosts!

Owen: Do the math and tell me how long Winston was in the bathroom.

Hunter: What's the use of calculating that?

Owen: According to the calculation results, I will tell you again.

Hunter glanced at the time on the phone, and was having fun while waiting for Winston to come out.

After clearing three levels of Match 10, Hunter still hadn't waited for Winston to come out.He glanced at the time on his phone, my God, it's been almost [-] minutes, right?

Hunter became a little worried. He rolled over from the bed, came to the door of the bathroom, and knocked on the door: "Hello——Winston! Are you okay? You won't pass out, right?"

"Well - I'm fine, you go to bed first."

For some reason, Hunter seemed to be able to imagine Winston's expression at this moment. He was leaning against the bathtub, raising his chin high, as if he was enduring something, as if it was about to explode.

Hunter originally wanted to say that if Winston also forgot to bring a change of clothes, he could go in and take a look.

But after thinking about it, what, Winston is not him, he will never forget everything!

Disappointed, Hunter lay back on the bed and saw a text message from Owen: Has Winston come out?

Hunter: No, more than 40 minutes.

Owen: Oh, well done.

Hunter: What's a good job?

Owen: Maintain the status quo and keep working hard.

Hunter rolled his eyes skyward.

Holding the phone in his arms, he could only continue to pass the game. When the bathroom door opened, Hunter immediately looked over and saw Winston walking over in a bathrobe, wiping his hair with a towel.

His hair was uncommonly messy, and Hunter's match-up game prompted a gameover, but he still couldn't help but keep looking at Winston.

"Why did you stay in the bathroom for so long? I was thinking about breaking in and taking you out when you passed out!"

"I got a massage in there."

"massage?"

"The bathtub has its own massage function." Winston said lightly.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you could see the buttons in the tub."

"..." Hunter opened his mouth, feeling as if he missed a hundred million.

Winston dried his hair and lifted the quilt. When his knees were bent, he was completely exposed from the hem of the bathrobe. Hunter glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and swallowed subconsciously.

Winston took a book as usual, and leaned against the head of the bed to flip through it.

Realizing that he and Winston were already lying under the same quilt, Hunter suddenly became nervous.

He has to seize every opportunity to get in close contact with the other party!Is there anything more intimate than being in the same quilt?

Hunter deliberately changed a mobile game called "Bombing Doomsday", which uses the balance of the mobile phone to simulate airplane driving.

Hunter clasped the phone with both hands, kept turning his body, pretending to concentrate on clearing the level, the two legs under the quilt slowly bent, and at the most dangerous moment, he suddenly turned his legs in the direction of Winston, Pressed directly on the opponent's leg.

Winston's leg seemed to jerk, then he raised it and pushed Hunter's leg back.

"You are pressing on me, sit over."

Winston, eyes downcast, turned the pages of his book without lifting his eyelids.

Hunter's heart was a little stuffed.

Ah...ah...why do you push me away so mercilessly?

Anyway, let me play for a few more seconds!

Hunter put down the phone angrily, looked at Winston and said, "I'm dead."

"You can still talk to me when you're dead?" Winston turned to another page unhurriedly.

"I said my game is dead! Because you hit me just now!"

"Didn't you hit me?" Winston finally put the book down and looked sideways at Hunter.

His hair hasn't been tidied, it's just casually scattered around his cheeks and ears, and this angle looks extremely sexy in Hunter's eyes.

Hunter would have liked to go on talking nonsense, as long as Winston didn't keep reading, but he found he couldn't go on.

"What are you playing?" asked Winston.

"Bombing the end of the world!" Mentioning the game, Hunter has been excited for a long time. "This is a mobile game! It's like playing Formula [-] on a mobile phone! You can even fight each other over the Internet!"

"Oh." Winston lowered his head and continued to read.

Hunter deeply understood what Audrey Wilson meant when he said that traveling with Winston would be embarrassing.

Sighing, Hunter turned sideways and lay down under the quilt to text Owen: I accidentally touched him, and he was not happy.

Owen: What did you touch him with?Is your little Hunter?

Hunter: Shit!my leg!

Owen: He probably didn't let you touch him because he was afraid that he was going to bend your legs.

Hunter was stunned, and after thinking for a few seconds, he finally understood what the other party meant. He was so angry that he almost threw the phone away.

"Hunter." Winston put the book down and looked sideways at him.

"what?"

"Who are you texting these days?"

When Winston asked, Hunter suddenly felt guilty.

"Aren't you talking to anyone? Just harassing the other people in the convoy!"

"Really? When I was in Sapporo with you, I didn't realize that you love texting so much."

"That's because... because you read books all the time! Just ignore me!"

Hunter casually found a reason.

"It does sound like my fault." Winston took out his phone, "The name of the game you just mentioned is Bombing Doomsday, right?"

"Yes!"

"I'll come down and play with you."

Hunter's eyes lit up: "Can you play games?"

"If you lose, answer one of my questions," said Winston.

"sure!"

It's just a question!

Then Hunter regretted it.

He was crushed by Winston from the first round until the end.

He has deep doubts about his game life for so many years.

"Do you often play Bombing Doomsday?" Hunter threw the phone away, suddenly feeling that Winston had tricked him.

"I hardly play games," said Winston, looking Hunter in the eye. "And now answer my question—are you in a relationship?"

At that moment, Hunter was stunned.

This question was completely beyond Hunter's expectations.

"Okay, let me change the question, who the hell are you texting?"

Obviously Winston was almost lying on the pillow looking up at him, but Hunter felt something penetrated his body.

"Didn't I just say that? With the people in the team..."

"Then can I look at your phone?" Winston held out his hand to Hunter.

"You... you checked my phone?" Hunter showed an unbelievable expression.

"I beat you. I ask you a question. I need to check whether what you said is true or not, don't I?"

Hunter swallowed, trying to say it was his privacy, but Winston kept watching him.The gaze in those eyes had already seen through him.

This was the first time Winston had made such a request of him.

Hunter thought about it, and he had already deleted all the text messages with Owen, leaving only the "He probably didn't let you continue to touch him because he was afraid that he wanted to fold your legs."

If Winston asked, he would say that this guy was talking nonsense and mocking himself.

He handed the phone to Winston, and Winston held it, still looking Hunter in the eye.

"Tell me, who are you dating? If so, I won't read your text messages." There was no expression on Winston's face, not even the faint smile that teased him.

Is he angry?

Hunter suddenly became uncertain.

If he answered that the other party was in a relationship, he would not read the text message and would not find that he was texting with Owen.But he didn't want Winston to think that he liked someone else at all!

Calm down, Hunter.

So what if Winston found out that he was texting Owen?

Didn't you say you want to break through yourself?

Think about what Winston said to you before, "I want to pick you up", etc., you have to have no bottom line!

"If I want to fall in love, I will also talk to you!"

Hunter lowered his body, hooked his fingers towards Winston, and signaled him to return the phone.

"What did you say? Talk to me?" Winston propped his chin, and tapped on Hunter's cell phone with his fingers, as if tapping on Hunter's heart.

"Yes, you are well-educated, educated, and a top driver. You have a plan in your work, and you don't need to use your brain when you are with you. The most important thing is that you are willing! You can rent an entire hot spring hotel, and you will invite I eat the most expensive dinner, you will spend your most precious time with me..."

Hunter realized that his words were more and more like a confession.

What if Winston heard something wrong and simply distanced himself from him?

For the first time Hunter felt that he was too fucking impatient.

"Others have always planned everything for me, and I will only plan when I am with you."

"You said it, because I'm unreliable."

"It's nothing to rent an entire hot spring hotel, or treat you to the most expensive dinner. I can give you more."

Such an answer exceeded Hunter's expectations.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Hunter has been special all night.

Hunter: What's so special about it?

Winston: It seems that the function of dying bravely is turned on.

Hunter: What heroic death?

Winston: I miss you.