Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter came behind Winston: "Don't you want to go in and have a look?"

"You don't like this kind of thing. Let's go shopping for shoes and slacks with you."

"it does not matter……"

"Let's go. We'll go to the Burj Khalifa for a while, then go back to the hotel to pack up and go to New York."

Winston's complete accommodating to Hunter made Hunter's heart feel as if he was filled with warm air, and he couldn't help but feel elated.

In this case, it shouldn't matter if I am a little more arrogant, right?

They had a simple lunch together in Dubai Mall.

In the middle of eating, Hunter told Winston that he was going to the bathroom.

But instead of going to the bathroom, he ran into Vacheron Constantin as fast as he could and found the watch that stopped Winston.

It's priced at nearly $[-].

This is not the most expensive watch of Vacheron Constantin, it is far from the collection level, but it makes Winston, who is rare for something to stay, stop.

"I want it! Hurry up and wrap it up for me!" Hunter took out the credit card proudly. He was a little worried that he might not be able to swipe it out, but he didn't expect the order to be issued smoothly!

This was the most expensive thing Hunter had ever bought besides his parents' villa.

He was a little nervous, what if Winston didn't like it?

Or what if it’s not expensive enough?

who cares!Anyway, he had already bought it, so he had to put it on even if he held Winston's hand!

Hunter ran all the way back to the restaurant where they had dinner. At the door of the restaurant, he adjusted his breathing, then straightened his messy hair, and walked back to their table as calmly as possible.

"Why have you been here for so long? Is your stomach upset?" Winston looked up at him, even for a person like him who didn't show much emotion, the concern in his eyes was obvious.

"Are you afraid that I will spoil my stomach after eating Arabic barbecue last night?" Hunter asked.

"I'm afraid that crazy fan will add ingredients to your barbecue."

As soon as Winston finished speaking, Hunter took out the watch box from the bag he had been carrying behind his back and put it in front of him.

"Give it to you!"

Hunter couldn't bear the mood of wanting to give gifts to the other party.

He should have waited until he got back to the hotel to give it to him, but seeing Winston's face he couldn't help it.

But I just took it out like this, it's really super boring, and it's still on the dinner table!

Hunter suddenly felt stupid!

But coming in with such a big shopping bag, it was impossible to hide it from Winston!

"For me?" Winston's expression didn't change, but Hunter read surprise in his eyes.

"That... you said last time... I haven't given you anything, but you have always taken care of me. You care so much about the flowers folded in the newspaper... It's not that the flowers folded in the newspaper are not good, what do I say I can give you a discount at any time! But at the end of the season, you have to go back to England... If we can't meet each other, it would be nice if you could take the watch I gave you..."

Hunter felt that his mouth was so stupid, what was he doing with the flowers folded from the newspaper?Do you think Winston wasn't angry enough that time?

Winston clasped the watch box with his fingers. It was very thick, and the whole package was gorgeous and solemn. When he opened it, Hunter was as nervous as if he was approaching his crush for the first time in elementary school. He turned his head to the side, not daring to look.

"Thank you... thank you."

Winston said.

"You...do you like it?" Hunter asked a little nervously.

"I like it, I like it very much."

Winston's voice was very soft, maybe it was Hunter's illusion, his throat seemed a little tight.

And Winston seldom repeated what he said.But he said "like" twice.

When Hunter turned his head to look at him, he was suddenly stunned.

Because he found that the watch protruding from the cuff of Winston's coat was exactly the same as the one he bought!

I rely on-

Hunter's eyes widened, and he almost flew up from his seat!

God!

Hunter!What a fool you are!You love Winston's hands so much, why have you never paid attention to what kind of watch he is wearing!

So fucking stupid!

Is there anyone more humiliating than you in this world!

"Yes... sorry... that... we can take it back and exchange it for another one..."

Thinking of Winston still saying that he likes this watch in order to save his own face, Hunter felt extremely guilty!

His ears were all red.

"Why change?" asked Winston.

"You...you already have one...you can't wear two identical watches..."

"But you didn't give me this one. And... it shows that you know me well and what I like, so you bought the same watch as me." Winston's voice was very soft, like It is to completely wrap Hunter.

"But... there's no need, there's still time today, you can pick another style!"

"But I don't think it's necessary. Because there are better ways."

Winston put his fingers on the watch he already had on his wrist, took it off, and said to Hunter, "Where's your hand?"

Hunter held out his right hand.

Winston shook his head and said: "The left hand."

Hunter put his left hand in the opponent's hand. What he didn't expect was that Winston put his own watch on Hunter's wrist.

It was obviously a metal watch chain, but what was attached to Hunter's skin was Winston's body temperature.

Winston pushed the watch box in front of Hunter, and stretched out his hand: "It's your turn to wear it for me."

Opposite Winston had a slight smile on his lips, and Hunter suddenly felt that everything became sacred.

His heart was beating fast, and he took the watch out of the box, passed it through Winston's hand, wrapped it around his wrist, and the moment he fastened it, it was as if he owned the man.

"Thank you," said Winston.

What he had for lunch was not important to Hunter at all. Even when he was sightseeing on the Burj Khalifa, Hunter kept holding the watch in his hand. He wanted Winston's body temperature to stay longer. The longer the better.

"What are you thinking about?"

When Hunter looked out the window in a daze, Winston stood by his side.

"Ah? No... nothing... Although it's a bit silly, can you take a photo with me? This used to be the tallest building in the world!"

"It was just in the past."

"So all heights will eventually be overtaken."

Including the so-called speed.

But nothing seems to surpass my love for you.

"Okay, let's take a picture together."

Winston, who had always disliked taking pictures, was obviously in a good mood. He took out his mobile phone, pressed Hunter's head to himself, and held the camera with his other hand, pressing down.

"Show me!"

Hunter took the phone from Winston.

This photo was taken very well. Winston smiled lightly. He didn't smile stupidly, but felt that he had a tacit understanding.

"Send it to me now."

Hunter slid his finger on the photo and entered other photos in the photo album.

The picture in front of him is a picture of himself standing in front of the four-wheel drive vehicle in the sand surfing camp and smiling sideways. Hunter never thought that he could smile so brightly and freely, and the sand dunes and blue sky in the distance make the whole picture vivid. There is a sense of freedom and carefreeness.

Hunter couldn't help but flipped forward again, and there was another picture of him squatting in the sand watching the ants.And the way he leaned against the car door and didn't know who was talking...

In Winston's phone photo album, there is no one else but himself, not even a landscape photo.

His heart beat wildly, as if he had accidentally discovered something.

Was Winston secretly filming himself?

How was he feeling when he took these photos?

"Do you like it?" Winston's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Hunter almost dropped his phone on the ground in shock.

"You... when did you take the picture?"

"Of course it was taken when you weren't paying attention. You have to be natural when taking pictures, and it's uglier than scissorhands if you're okay like you."

Winston's voice was very calm, and there was no cover-up for being caught secretly taking pictures, which made Hunter a little disappointed.

"I like this one best."

Winston shifted the picture to a picture of Hunter sitting by the campfire with his knees folded, looking up at the night sky.

Although the light is not very clear, Hunter's face illuminated by the bonfire and his eyes yearning for the starry sky reveal a sense of innocence and sensibility.

Hunter never thought that he could have such a charming side.

"You...you secretly filmed me!" Hunter yelled, eager to see Winston's expression at this time.

"Sneak shot?" Winston pressed his chin, "Well, I just wanted to tell you the correct attitude when taking pictures, which is naturally the most important thing. I obviously took pictures with my mobile phone openly. But if you think this is a candid shot, then Just delete them all."

Winston raised his hand to really press delete, and Hunter quickly moved the phone away.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I want all these photos!" Hunter bumped his elbow, "You guy clearly said that you don't like taking pictures! You took so many pictures of me!"

"I just don't like posing for pictures. And if you want to say candid shots, isn't it your specialty?"

Winston walked to the other side with his pockets in his pocket, without giving Hunter a chance to refute.

"When will I secretly take pictures..."

Hunter suddenly remembered that he had patted Winston's back when he turned around to wait for him under the London Eye.

I didn't expect this guy to remember it until now!

But... Winston's capture skills are really top-notch, and I really like every one of them.It's just a pity... It would be even better if it was a photo of himself and Winston together.

No, in the future he will "sneak-take" many pictures of Winston openly and aboveboard!

Hunter uploaded all his photos to his phone.

After visiting the Burj Khalifa, their Dubai vacation came to an end.

Back at the hotel, Winston asked the housekeeper to send back the laundry they sent earlier, and watched him skillfully pack the clothes into the luggage bag.

Hunter, who always messed with his clothes, followed the other party and tidied them up carefully.

"I'll help you clean up, you go open the red wine." Winston said.

"That's right! We haven't drunk the bottle of red wine that was given in the room yet! Drink it now!" Hunter happily ran to the table, opened the red wine, poured it into a decanter, and walked up with the wine glass.

Winston had already folded Hunter's clothes and was putting them in his luggage.

Hunter had never seen his luggage so tidy.

He smiled, got a half glass of red wine, sat on the edge of the bed, and brought the glass to Winston's lips: "Thank you for helping me pack my luggage!"

Winston seemed to be smiling, lowered his head slightly, and sucked the rim of the wine glass. For the first time, Hunter raised the wine glass so carefully, watching the red liquid enter Winston's lips.

"How about it?"

"Fair," said Winston.

"Cut. You're picky."

Hunter took a sip of what Winston had drunk.

"I don't know if I'm picky or not, but you don't seem to be able to drink good or bad red wine at all?"

"..." Hunter glanced at the other party unhappily.

However, this bottle of red wine was doomed to be wasted. After taking two sips, Hunter didn't understand why the red wine tasted so good. He followed Winston and took his luggage to check out.

After checking out, Winston drove the car rented from Abu Dhabi to Dubai Airport.

"Hey! You drank red wine just now, does this count as drunk driving?" Hunter asked maliciously.

Winston actually only took a sip, hardly drinking.

"It's okay, if the police come to check, I'll say it's because you've been drinking."

"I drank alcohol, what does it have to do with you being found alcohol?" Hunter didn't understand.

Winston just smiled lightly: "I'll tell you when you're 21 years old."

"Fart! There is still a long time! You are writing a blank check!"

They chatted all the way to the airport and returned the car to the car rental company.

After boarding the plane, Hunter realized that he was going back to New York.

Suddenly, I miss my apartment a little bit.

No matter how many places you have been to, your own nest is the most comfortable.

After arriving in New York, they will connect again that evening.

The track for the United States Grand Prix is ​​in Travis County, Texas.

"I'm going back to my apartment when I get to New York. Are you waiting for me at the airport, or are you coming with me?"

"Let's go with you. Waiting for a connecting flight at the airport is boring." Winston replied.

"Huh? Do you still like being bored? I thought you just like being alone without being disturbed!"

"Probably because you are used to being noisy, and it's too quiet to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Am I noisy?"

"Aren't you making noise now?"

Hunter was speechless.

He decided to quiet himself down.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the watch on his wrist, which was quietly pressed against Hunter's skin, as if... Winston was holding his own hand.

As Hunter, who could sleep as soon as he got on the plane, he fell asleep not long after.

Winston on the side put down the newspaper in his hand, and turned his face to look at Hunter who slept with his head half up until the sky was dark.

He didn't wear a blindfold this time, but his right hand was gently covering the wrist of his left hand, as if he was afraid that the watch Winston gave him would be lost.

Winston raised his hand, put it on the back of Hunter's hand, and nestled it lightly between the fingers of his right hand.

When the plane landed in New York, Hunter was still sleepy. If Winston hadn't dragged him, he would have taken the wrong exit.

When queuing up, I saw Hunter following Winston, with his forehead resting on the back of Winston's neck. Whenever Winston moved a small step forward and felt that the support was moving away, he would move forward step.

Winston wore sunglasses on his face. He didn't turn around until he reached the gate, and squeezed Hunter's neck: "Okay, okay, sleep in the taxi. Take out your passport."

"Hmm." Hunter opened his eyes, reached into the bag with one hand, and fumbled for a long time, but couldn't find the passport.

Winston stretched out his arms, held his bag strap with one hand, unzipped it with the other, and found his passport in the compartment.

"No wonder I couldn't find it... I packed the luggage for you."

Winston said nothing.Just patted him on the back: "Go and wait for me first."

After passing the barrier, Hunter turned to look at Winston.Among so many people, Hunter found that he couldn't keep his eyes off each other.

The way he handed out his passport, the way he answered the questions calmly, and the way he nodded and took back the passport were all very beautiful.

Winston came to Hunter's side, and his fingertips slid half a circle along Hunter's ear: "Are you in a daze just now, or were you looking at me?"

"Guess?" Hunter asked with a smile.

"daze."

"Why do you think I'm in a daze?" Hunter became disappointed.

"Really? Are you awake?" Winston asked back.

Hunter snapped.

After leaving the airport, Winston stopped the taxi and reported the address of Hunter's apartment.

"Eh? How do you even know the address of my apartment?"

"I sent you back after the Ferrari dinner. Don't you remember?" said Winston.

"But that time I didn't tell you where I live?"

Hunter scratched his head.

Winston made no answer to his question, but just looked ahead.

They came to Hunter's apartment and entered the elevator. Hunter suddenly thought of something and touched his chin: "I don't know if that pair of bodybuilders and sexy women who love to fuck the sheets are still working."

"What?" asked Winston, looking sideways.

Hunter slung the luggage bag over his shoulders, walked out smartly, then turned his head, walked backwards and looked at Winston and said, "They are my neighbors, their lives seem to exist just to have sex. Come in the morning, come at noon, and come at night! The apartment here is quite old, and the sound insulation is not so good! When I was resting in the apartment, they made me unable to sleep well!"

Speaking of this, Hunter is like a fire-breathing dinosaur, passing by their door, he still doesn't forget to kick the door.Then he put his ear on it again, as if he was listening to something.

Winston walked by him, passing his hand over his head, meaning "don't do such a nonsense".

Hunter curled his lips, followed Winston, and was surprised to find that Winston stopped right at the door of his apartment.

"How...how do you know this room is mine?"

"Did you just say that you couldn't rest because of the noise from your neighbors?" Winston pointed to the door where Hunter stuck his head just now.

"Oh...that's it." Hunter searched for a long time, found out the key, and opened the door.

This is a single apartment, even the bed is a single bed.

Winston opened the refrigerator, took the trash can, and threw all the yogurt, cheese, milk, and unfinished cereal in Hunter's refrigerator into the trash can.

"...Why does it feel like this is your home?" Hunter leaned over and said.

"It's all expired. Whether you eat or buy things, you don't have the habit of checking the expiration date. If you keep it in the refrigerator, you will definitely eat it. It will be your own body that will be unlucky."

Winston's face was completely taken for granted.

"No, I mean your movements of opening the refrigerator door and throwing things are as proficient as if you have done it many times!"

Winston reached out and pushed Hunter's head away: "Maybe in my previous life, I threw it for you many times."

Regarding the term "previous life", Winston summed up almost all the familiarity with him.

When Winston mentioned "last life", Hunter felt that it was ridiculous and that the other party was making fun of him.

But at this time, he hoped that his previous life was real.

"Then why did you treat me so well in your previous life?" Hunter asked suddenly.

Winston paused, turned around and threw something out again.

"Then you can ask Fan Winston in your previous life."

After speaking, Winston walked towards Hunter's bedroom.

As if remembering something, Hunter rushed to Winston and opened his arms: "You...you better not go in..."

He remembered that when he left, not only the quilt was not folded, but also the clothes thrown on the floor were not washed. He was afraid that Winston would be so smoked that he would pass out as soon as he opened the door!

The most important thing is to destroy your own image!

"We don't have much time to stay here. I have already called the laundry to take away your clothes that are about to grow mold."

Hunter opened his mouth... Doesn't he have any privacy in front of Winston?

Winston slipped his arm under Hunter's and unlocked the door of his apartment.

Fortunately, although the inside is messy, there is no strange smell.

"Yes, no pizza boxes."

Hunter squatted on the ground, and Winston leaned against the door with his arms folded, supervising him to collect all the things that needed to be sent to the laundry. It was a big bag.Even the bedding was removed.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Hello!You drank red wine just now, does this count as drunk driving?

Winston: That's all right. If the police come to check, I'll say it's because you've been drinking.

Hunter: I drank alcohol, what does it have to do with you being tested for alcohol?

Winston: Because you kissed me.