Could You Not Tease Me?

There was a sand dune ahead, and the car almost swung sideways and rushed up obliquely.

The passengers in the car behind them had screamed, but Hunter and Winston didn't respond at all.

This hurt the old driver's self-esteem, and he turned a few turns on the sand dunes in a thrilling manner, every time he made a posture that seemed to fall from a high place.

"Hey—young man, aren't you afraid at all?"

Hunter rubbed his nose embarrassingly: "Actually...compared to the centripetal force when turning in Formula One, this strength is better..."

"Both of you drive F1?" The driver brother asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

"Then this won't be interesting to you guys! Go and drive a four-wheel-drive sand washing machine yourself in a while!"

"Really? I want to play that!" Hunter's eyes lit up.

He was originally a karting driver, and it was really interesting to be able to drive a four-wheel drive in the desert!

"The young man in the back who never smiles or speaks, you have to learn from your friends and be full of hope for life!"

At this time, Winston said something in Arabic, and the driver brother laughed out loud.

But Winston still had the same expression.

Hunter was dissatisfied, and patted the back of the front car: "Hey, what did my friend just say?"

"Haha, he said that you are full of expectations for life, so he is full of expectations. So just be happy!"

Hunter looked at Winston suspiciously.

The other party didn't mean to explain at all.

Forget it, this happened more than once!Whatever Winston said, he would not lose a piece of meat anyway.

The sand washing team took them to the camp.

Here, you can taste Arabian barbecue and play four-wheel drive sand.

Hunter rushed to the four-wheel drive without saying a word.

Winston just followed Hunter with his pockets in his pocket.

"Winston! Winston! Do you want to play together!"

"No need. When you get on it, it's not as interesting as Formula One," said Winston.

At this time, the young car fan came to Hunter's side: "Can I take a car with you? There is no co-pilot in Formula One, but this kind of four-wheel drive can take two people! Can you take Shall I play? Let me feel the skills of top drivers!"

"Me? A top driver?" Hunter pointed to himself and asked uncertainly.

"That's right! To be able to compete with Winston and Charles, of course you are a top driver!" The young man's expression was so sincere that Hunter's heart softened.

"Okay, I'll take you! But don't blame me if the car overturns, hahaha!"

Hunter smiled heartily and got into the driver's seat.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Merlin!"

"Then... Merlin, fasten your seat belt!"

After the safety officer of the camp educated Hunter on the driving method and precautions of this four-wheel drive vehicle, Hunter happily drove the car away.

Merlin still didn't forget to wave to his companion and say, "Don't forget to take a picture of me!"

Hunter ran wildly in the desert to his heart's content, even the security guard was shocked when he saw it.

"Slow down! Brother, slow down!"

But Hunter couldn't hear it at all, and the more frightened Merlin screamed beside him, the happier he was.

Finally, 5 minutes later, Hunter drove the four-wheel drive back.

Merlin, on the other hand, grabbed the car door, stuck his head out, and vomited in a mess.

Hunter felt a little guilty at this moment.

"That... you... are you okay?"

He patted Merlin on the back, seeing that this guy was about to spit out bile, and felt even more guilty.Gently stroking his back, thinking about asking the camp for some hot water for him later.

Merlin's friends also came to help him down.

Unexpectedly, in less than 1 minute, the young man was resurrected with full blood.

"It's the first time I've experienced Formula One! It's amazing! I really want to ride again!"

Hunter was dumbfounded: "You...you vomited like that...do you want to sit again?"

"Can I take a photo with you?"

"Oh... yes..."

Merlin stood beside Hunter, and the two leaned on the four-wheel drive.

This time with fans present, Hunter didn't dare to compete with scissorhands anymore. He just held the car door with one hand and didn't even dare to show his teeth when he smiled.

You have to learn from Winston, you have to be strong!

Just when the girl who was helping to take pictures opposite pointed the phone at them, Hunter felt something sticking to his cheek, which was Merlin's cheek.

Hunter dodged subconsciously, and Merlin had already let go.

"Thank you! I wish you good results in the US race!"

Merlin gave Hunter a big hug, and Hunter froze like a log, as if he didn't know what happened.

At this moment, someone tugged at him and pulled him away from Merlin's arms.

"Let's compete." Winston's voice came.

Hunter exhaled inexplicably.

Although the vanity of fans with him soared, the feeling of being close to unfamiliar people still made Hunter feel awkward.

Suddenly grateful to Winston for saving himself.

The two chose a car respectively and chased them through the desert.

That sense of speed and dryness in the air is completely different than on the track.There are no bends here, just sand dunes that seem to flow at any time.

There are no so-called rules, Hunter only feels wanton.

He chased Winston, a big grin on his face every time he got close.

When the cars slid down the sand dune in parallel, Hunter stretched out his hand in Winston's direction. What he didn't expect was that Winston also stretched out his hand thinking about him.

This feeling of tacit understanding made Hunter feel extremely happy.

When five minutes were up, Hunter and Winston drove back.

As soon as he got out of the car, Hunter was spitting.

I laughed so much just now that I ate a mouth full of sand.

Winston opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Hunter: "Rinse your mouth."

"Thank you..." Hunter didn't even dare to say anything, for fear of swallowing the sand accidentally.

They returned to the camp and ate kebab around the campfire.

A group of young people were laughing and joking, while Merlin enthusiastically handed Hunter the barbecue, which made Hunter feel embarrassed.

When Merlin handed Hunter another skewer of barbecue, Hunter was about to pick it up when Winston grabbed his wrist.

"Sorry, it's the American Grand Prix in a few days. We can't eat too much barbecue or something."

"Oh! I understand! I understand! I'm so sorry, I didn't think too much about it!" Merlin took the barbecue back guiltily.

When the setting sun shrouded the desert, it was as red as a whole piece of blood, as if offering sacrifices to the heaven and the earth.

The Arabian girl danced, her waist swaying flexibly, the sand rush team clapped their hands to the rhythm, and Hunter's eyes were full of stars.

He leaned towards the expressionless Winston and said, "Hey, I think Merlin should like you very much, why don't you take a photo with him?"

"Just because he keeps feeding you barbecue, you think he likes me?"

Winston's voice was as cold as moonlight on a desert night.

"The reason for his enthusiasm for me is not that you are too cold, so you can only get close to relatives and friends to get to know you..."

"Then let me tell you, since we appeared, he has been looking at you, not me."

"...You mean...he's actually my fan?" Hunter scratched his head, showing a surprised expression, "Then why did he say to take pictures with you at the beginning?"

"To lower your vigilance, to make you think that his purpose of approaching you is for me."

"Huh?" Hunter didn't understand at all, "Is this impossible?"

"How many fans have you met, how many have I seen?"

asked Winston.

Meaning I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten oat bread.

"Then if he is my fan...just tell me directly, I have a good temper!"

It's not like you always keep people away from you.

"Do you remember when you were in Austria, you said you were worried that I would be kidnapped by perverted fans on the way back to the hotel alone?"

"Have I said that?"

Hunter tilted his head, only thinking that if Winston really met a pervert, he would definitely be more perverted than a pervert.

"You still have to worry about yourself. You have the temperament to attract perverted fans."

"What—" Hunter's eyes widened.

At this moment, Winston stood up, said a few words to the person in charge of the camp, and then ticked his fingers at Hunter, meaning that they should leave.

Sit down again, and it will be at least twelve o'clock when we get back to the hotel.

When Hunter walked towards Winston, Merlin chased after him.

"Well, may I have your email address? My friend took a video of you racing in the desert with Winston...I want to send it to you."

Suddenly remembering what Winston said just now, Hunter's heart was inexplicably chilly, although he felt that it was more like persecution paranoia.

Hunter smiled smartly: "Leave it to you as a souvenir! I have to race with this guy every year!"

After speaking, he waved to Merlin, followed Winston into the car, and left the camp.

The stars are bright at night in the desert, and the Milky Way is just overhead.

Hunter tilted his head, admiring all this.

"Actually, it would be great if we could camp here."

"Stupid. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. If you stay any longer, you'll know it's cold."

"Oh...what a pity." Hunter had an idea, suddenly thought of something, turned his face, put his arms around Winston's shoulders, and said with a cheap smile, "But there are other things to keep warm! "

"what?"

"Fuck the sheets! Hahaha!"

"The desert is indeed a good place. You don't know the east, the south, the north, and the north. If you take you into the desert to do whatever you want, you definitely don't know where to go."

"..."

Hunter retracted his arm angrily.

How could this guy always have the ability to turn beautiful things so cruel.

Back at the hotel, Hunter rushed into the bathroom excitedly, this time he must enjoy the function of the bathtub.

Just as he was releasing the water, came Winston's voice: "Don't forget to bring your clothes in."

Hunter immediately became unhappy.

He obviously wanted Winston to send him clothes again, but failed again!

He came out, put away the changed clothes, and took them into the bathroom, not forgetting to give a middle finger to Winston's silhouette sitting on the sofa.

When he sat in the bathtub and studied the buttons, he realized that the water in the bathtub was bubbling like boiling for a while, and then stopped for a while, which could not achieve the massage effect at all.

Hunter had to shout: "Winston—Winston—"

"What? You slipped and fell again?"

When Winston opened the door, his brows furrowed inexplicably.

"Why don't you lock the door every time you take a shower?"

"Ah... I live alone every time... I haven't developed the habit of locking the door... No, come here and help me see, how can I activate the massage function!"

Winston stood there, seemingly making no attempt to move forward.

Hunter sat up from the water, squinted his eyes at the buttons and tilted his head in distress: "Come and see for me!"

After two seconds of silence, Winston came over, leaning on the edge of the bathtub with one hand, turning his face to the side, as if he had no interest in Hunter's body at all.

"Put your leg up, you're blocking the button."

"Ah? What? The massage button is over there!"

Hunter raised his legs and placed them on top of the bathtub. Winston reached out and clicked on the button to adjust the intensity. At this time, Hunter felt a blow on his back.

"When the water is getting cold, remember to let go of the heat exchange."

When Winston straightened up, his palm might habitually want to support the bathtub again, but unexpectedly, it happened to rest on Hunter's calf.

His palm was hot, and Hunter even wondered if it was an illusion.

When Winston left the bathroom and closed the door, Hunter suddenly thought of something.

Why did he put his legs on top of the bathtub, when he put his legs together and moved to the other side to give the button to Winston!

He looked at the door, only to realize that the shadow of the frosted door seemed to be Winston leaning there?

Winston, who was leaning against the door, raised his chin, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

He gently raised the neckline of his T-shirt, as if to breathe.

Two seconds later, he straightened up and returned to the sofa.

The coat that Hunter wore in the desert was thrown there casually. Winston grabbed the collar of the coat and shook it vigorously, fine grains of sand fell down like fragments of stars.

Winston put his nose close to the collar of the jacket, closed his eyes, as if feeling the breath of the owner of the jacket, and hung it back in the closet.

Hunter came out in his pajamas: "It's your turn! Winston, where are we going tomorrow?"

"Go get the diamond ring on," said Winston.

"Huh? What?" Hunter remembered the joke he had with this guy on the plane before the Abu Dhabi race.

"Stupid, go shopping. Since you are in Dubai, let's go to the Burj Khalifa for sightseeing. It's not interesting though."

Winston went into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

"You've seen everything, of course you don't think it's interesting!"

Hunter returned to the sofa and thought about it.

He swiped open his phone, and sure enough, he saw Owen's message: Did you have a good time at the water park today?

As soon as this was mentioned, Hunter was about to blow his hair: You bastard, you just want my swimming trunks to be washed away, and then embarrass me in front of Winston!

Owen: Really washed away?Very good!Did Winston see your sweet little Hunter?

Hunter: Look what a fart!He went to find me swimming trunks!

Owen: Hahaha, how do you know that he didn't admire your little Hunter underwater when he helped you find your swimming trunks?

As soon as he said this, Hunter's ears turned red.

He now understands the purpose of this accident created by Owen.

He replied to the other party: Appreciate the fart!There are so many people!If Winston could see it, everyone could!

Owen: Winston is not interested in Little Hunter anyway.

Hunter: So what is he interested in?

Owen: Hahaha, just ask him!

Hunter rolled his eyes, can we still have a good chat?

Tomorrow's itinerary is to go to the Dubai shopping mall. Dubai is a famous duty-free port, and things here are very cheap.Hunter opened the webpage, thinking about what to buy tomorrow.

Although that Marcus guy is very wordy, he is still very good to himself, Hunter thought, why not buy him a tie?

There are also Shen Chuan and Xiaoxi.

As long as Xiaoxi bought snacks, he would be very happy. As for Shen Chuan, Hunter really couldn't think of what to buy for him.

After swiping the webpage for a while, Hunter suddenly realized why Winston hadn't come out yet.

Look at the time again, mom, the record has been set, it's been more than an hour!

Hunter came to the frosted glass door and called Winston's name: "Hey! It's about to be fermented again!"

"I'm coming out."

For some reason, Hunter felt that this guy's voice sounded a little weird.

After waiting for another ten minutes, Hunter was already leaning against the head of the bed and yawning before Winston came out.

"If you're sleepy, you can go to bed first." Winston sat on the edge of the bed and put his legs up.

This was Hunter's favorite place, and he turned his face sideways without blinking.

"If you're asleep, you won't be able to see it."

Hunter subconsciously answered the other party.

When he realized what he said, he was a little nervous, but then he broke into a big smile: "I'm your fan too!"

"Idiot, just tell me if you want to see it." Winston covered his body with the quilt.

"If I want to see where, you will show me?" Hunter suddenly regained his energy.

"No," replied Winston.

Hunter sighed, pulled the quilt unhappily, rolled it up by the way, and turned his back to Winston.

But on second thought, the other party had just finished taking a shower, and was worried that Winston would catch a cold, so he pulled the quilt back again.

He fell asleep quickly, and squeezed towards the warm direction in a daze. Suddenly, something wrapped him up. It was his familiar and reassuring breath. Hunter murmured, "Hmm..." The strength around him seemed to be getting tighter.

They slept until ten o'clock the next day.

When Hunter woke up in the morning, he found something surrounding him.

He froze for two seconds, and as soon as he raised his head, his nose hit Winston's chin.

"Ouch!"

Hunter was about to sit up.Only then did he realize that it was Winston who was hugging him, and his legs were on the other's waist, with a posture of peace of mind.

"Put your legs down when you wake up." Winston said calmly.

Especially hearing such a sound early in the morning is really refreshing.

Hunter immediately put his legs down and left Winston's arms, and Winston had probably woken up early, looking at Hunter with his cheek propped sideways.

Hunter hurried to the bathroom to brush his teeth.When he spat out toothpaste foam, Hunter suddenly realized that Winston had been lying with him until past ten o'clock in the morning!

You must know that Winston's life has always been very regular, and he often gets up on time for morning runs, but today he was lying in bed until ten o'clock!

It seems that my bad habit of staying in bed has also infected Winston?

While washing his face, Hunter hummed a song.

Today's itinerary is much easier than before, and I will fly back to the United States tonight.

Probably because he was so happy with Winston during the two days in Dubai that Hunter was reluctant to leave.

After they had a simple breakfast, they went to Dubai Mall.

This is a comprehensive and super-large shopping mall, which can be regarded as a shopping paradise for women, but there are not many things that Hunter is interested in.

They looked at menswear, and Hunter bought an Armani leather jacket and a Versace coat, guided by Winston's taste.

"But when you think about it, we spend most of our time flying around and participating in competitions..."

"But November to February is your own time."

"There are physical exercises and test drives, okay..."

At the end of this season, Shen Chuan and Xiaoxi will definitely study the new racing car intensively... Ah no, it should be to carry out wind tunnel tests and racing car tests. The design of the new racing car must have been made long ago.

"I sent some T-shirts to Shen Chuan, what do you think? The T-shirts are comfortable to wear, and I don't think he likes to wear shirts like other engineers."

"Yes, these T-shirts are made of good quality, and he should feel comfortable."

"But what about the size...he is an oriental, he seems to be thinner..." Hunter looked at Winston.

"What are you looking at me for? I don't know his size either."

"I thought you had good eyesight! Can't you tell what size I'm wearing?"

"I hugged you, but I didn't hug him," said Winston, and turned to the other side of the counter.

After being stunned for two seconds, Hunter tilted his head unconsciously and smiled.

They strolled around again and came to the door of Vacheron Constantin.

With his pockets in his pocket, Winston stood in front of the window looking at a watch for about a few seconds before he was about to pass by the door. Hunter followed him and took a look.

He has heard of Vacheron Constantin for a long time, and Hunter also knew that Winston must wear a watch of this level given his quality of life. He glanced at the watch that Winston was standing in front of the window. It was half hollowed out with a curved surface. Smooth and elegant like a gentleman, it really fits Winston's temperament.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: How can you say that I have the temperament to attract BT fans?

Winston: I am also a fan who is deeply attracted by you.

Hunter: Really?So proud!

Winston: And I absolutely BT.