Could You Not Tease Me?

When Hunter walked into the studio and sat sleepily on the stool, Losey knew that Hunter was out of shape.

At this time, Winston, who had changed his clothes, came to Losey's side.Losey mouthed to Winston: Please.

Winston nodded, then walked towards Hunter.

"Eh? Why are you here? Your filming is over?"

"Hmm." Winston lowered his head and whispered to Hunter, "Isn't it boring?"

"A little bit." Hunter smiled sheepishly.

Anyway, Losey has been patient.

"Then let's make it more interesting."

"How does it get interesting?" Hunter asked.

"Let's play a game. I'm standing behind Luoxi, you imitate my movements, but when you do my movements, you have to try your best to lure me."

"What?" Hunter's face almost turned red again.

"Because when I take pictures, all I think of is you. I don't need to seduce the whole world, I just want you to want to kiss me when you see my pictures." Winston lowered his eyes and said softly.

Hunter turned his face away, his ears were completely red.

"Then I lured you, I don't even know!"

"I will kiss you after the photo is taken. You can count how many times I kiss you, and you will know how many times you have touched me." Winston flicked Hunter's forehead with his finger, " Why, when you followed Ouwen Wenxue's ungodly things, were you embarrassed not to see you?"

"You...don't underestimate me..."

"I didn't underestimate you." There was a faint smile on Winston's lips, and he said in Hunter's ear, "As long as you don't go too far, I can't help being in Losey's place." Just kiss you in front of you."

Winston stepped back step by step, and Losey was also curious about the shy expression on Hunter's face.

He turned his face sideways, propping up the high stool with both hands.

This kind of shyness is different from the embarrassment of taking pictures and the shyness of not knowing how to show yourself in front of the camera.

Losey glanced back at Winston standing behind her, and Winston nodded lightly.

Hunter looked at Winston. Winston's hand lightly hooked the collar, slowly drew a circle, and then slowly pulled it down, but only exposed more lines of the neck, and then stopped.

Hunter giggled, saying that he must have no talent to seduce Winston, and he might hit the right one occasionally, but as a game, it doesn't matter.

His fingers hooked his collar, his chin slowly raised, his gaze was fixed on Winston, those ice blue eyes were obviously far away, but Hunter felt very close.He raised the corners of his lips, lowered his raised chin slowly, then suddenly couldn't hold back, and smiled.

Losey held the camera, motionless.

Winston turned his face sideways, his knuckles sliding slowly down his chin, brushing against his Adam's apple.

Hunter's throat became hoarse.

He really wanted to grab this man in front of him.

Hunter smiled back, a little self-deprecating, and a little "forget it, it's nothing to care about". Skimming over that curve, he hooked the collar downwards, but he didn't pull it off. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, parted his lips slightly, and gently pressed the tip of his tongue against his own teeth.

Winston's eyes grew darker and darker.

Hunter turned his face slowly, his eyelids drooping.

Losey, who looked at him through the camera, was completely stunned. Hunter in the picture exuded a fatal attraction, dragging his eyes, and his calm desire burned instantly, making people want to kiss him hard.

Rossi subconsciously took a step back.

Hunter tilted his head.

Losey raised his hand: "I'm sorry, my calf is a bit tired after standing for too long."

"Then you, like me, take a high stool and sit down?"

Hunter returned to his original boyish appearance.

"OK, thanks."

Winston pushed a high stool to Losey.

Hunter changed into three more casual outfits, and by the time Hunter's shoot ended, it was already 04:30 in the afternoon.

Hunter wanted to go to the computer to look at his own photo, but Winston held his forehead and took him away.

"I'll take him out to dinner and relax."

"Okay! You go. You must be back at seven o'clock." Losey smiled and said goodbye to Hunter.

Carlos leaned in front of Losey's computer, glanced at the photo, and almost spit out the coffee in his mouth.

"I didn't expect that..." Losey raised his head and said.

"I really didn't expect... Is this brat trying to make women unable to sleep and make men break their heads?"

"Yeah, sexiness beyond gender. The sexiness of youth and adulthood. I really want to know, Winston said he played a game with him, what kind of game is it?"

"I just know...I'm now looking forward to seeing how their photo shoot together at night will turn out."

Carlos smiled pointedly.

"Oh...you mean...the two of them..." Losey showed a sudden realization expression.

"Haha! No way! You're only seeing it now? From the moment Winston entered the door, I felt that he was very protective of that brat."

At this moment, Hunter followed Winston out of the studio.

"Hey, where's my PR assistant?"

"He went to dinner with my assistant."

When they passed by the tea room, Hunter was still tilting his head to look at the photos on the wall, and was suddenly grabbed by someone. His reaction force made him grab the door frame of the tea room, but when he realized Wen When Stone's other hand clasped his waist, he let go of his hand and let himself be dragged in.

The door was closed.

Because everyone went to rest and have dinner, the light in the tea room was also turned off. Hunter fumbled to turn on the light, but Winston grabbed his finger.

When the fingertips were caught by the opponent, Hunter took a deep breath.The other party let go of his hand, put his hands between his hair, and slowly stroked towards the end of his hair, and then his kiss fell.

It was darkness with no light at all. Hunter couldn't see the other person's expression, so he became more sensitive to temperature and touch.

His lips were sucked and kissed, the nerve cord was stretched, and his breathing seemed to follow the temptation of the other party to another world.

The tip of his tongue was licked and rolled, and his lips were sucked by the other party again and again.

Winston took his hand and released all desire.

It was intense near-crash emotion.

Hunter hugged him, so nervous that every second seemed to cross the finish line.

For the first time, he clearly felt that he was in control of Winston's emotions and impulses, and that all his madness and loss of control belonged to him.

Hunter lowered his head, Winston's chin rested on the top of his head, he was suppressing his breath, and Hunter wanted to see his expression like crazy.

"I... I'll turn on the light and find you a tissue..."

Hunter raised his hand to touch the light switch, but Winston grabbed his wrist.

The other's face rested against Hunter's cheek.

"Wait a minute... just a second... hold me."

At that moment, Hunter's heart seemed to be flooded with warm water that was about to burst, but he was willing to be submerged.

"it is good……"

Hunter put his wrist around the other's waist, hugged him, and listened to his heartbeat.

Until a few minutes later, Winston raised his hand to turn on the light. The expression on his face was normal, and Hunter looked at him, a little disappointed.

"Come on, we only have one hour left for dinner."

"Um……"

The two left the tea room, and the air full of Winston's masculinity dissipated when the door opened, which made Hunter feel regretful.

Hunter secretly made up his mind, he must study hard, how to overwhelm this man, and then look at his out-of-control expression openly!

They found a western restaurant near the studio and ordered the simplest pasta and red wine.Of course, Hunter only had orange juice.

"Have you counted how many times I kissed you?" Winston asked as he rolled up the spaghetti.

"Ah?" Hunter then remembered his bet with Winston, "I don't remember! How can it be counted!"

"Do you want to count again tonight?"

"I do not want it!"

Maybe the gun goes off, and then there will be a big fight in the room!He hasn't cultivated yet.When he cultivates to become a god, he will surprise Winston again!

Winston smiled flatly.

The spaghetti was gone in no time, and Hunter rubbed his eyes.

Winston said: "You sit on my side."

"why?"

"Lean against me and sleep for a while."

"are not you sleepy?"

"I'm used to it, so I don't think it's a problem."

Yeah, Winston became famous when he entered the first round of Formula One, and his business activities and endorsements must be much more than himself.

Hunter came to Winston's side, leaned sideways on his shoulder, and fell asleep not long after.

The waiter came to clear away the plates, and Winston pressed his palm to signal him to speak softer.

Half an hour later, Winston took Hunter back to the studio.

Filming began again in full swing.

But what reassures Hunter is that Winston is by his side this time.

When they came to the background, all the staff left as usual, and only two photographers stayed there to communicate and shoot from different angles.

Hunter's casualness is in stark contrast to Winston's restrainedness.

The shooting process was quite smooth, Roxie's memory card was full, and he took a temporary break for 10 minutes.

Hunter looked at Winston amusedly with his pocket in his pocket, and kicked his calf with his toe: "Hey, are you hot in a windbreaker?"

"Why don't you come and feel it?"

"How do you feel? You take it off and wear it for me?"

"You sit there."

Hunter sat on the high stool as the other party said.

Winston opened his windbreaker and wrapped him up from behind, only exposing his forehead and the top of his head.

Hunter muffled a laugh in Winston's windbreaker.

"Hahaha, it's really hot! Are you sweating? There's no smell of sweat?"

Hunter was about to turn his face to sniff, when his cheek was pressed against Winston's chest.

Winston bent down and kissed Hunter on the head.

"If you move around like this, I will definitely get hot."

Hunter had a premonition that his face would turn red again, and elbowed Winston away.

Winston took a step back, and after leaving the cover of the windbreaker, Hunter realized that Losey and Carlos had been taking pictures with the camera for an unknown amount of time!

This guy Winston must know!

The day's shooting didn't end until eleven o'clock.

"I feel like I've been through a whole season of games..."

As Hunter walked, his eyes were closed and he was about to fall asleep. He put one hand on Winston's shoulder and completely relied on Winston to determine the direction of walking.

"Hey, see you at Million Rose Manor tomorrow!" Losey bid farewell to Hunter.

"What is the Million Rose Manor?" Hunter asked while bumping Winston's back with his forehead.

"It's a resort. Tens of thousands of roses are planted inside. It is the private villa of the chief designer of Versace. This time it was taken out for us to shoot exterior scenes."

"Rose? We two men use roses as the theme?" Hunter thought it was unreliable.

"The Prince and the Beast." Winston said softly.

"Hahahaha, then you must be a prince, and I am a beast?"

No matter how you think Winston is full of aristocratic air.

"Really?" Winston just asked indifferently, "It's very late, go to bed early."

When they came to the front desk of the hotel, the PR manager of the Marcus team asked Hunter: "Should I book another room for you? I was very tired from filming, and I was afraid that the two of you would sleep well if you slept together..."

Everyone has their own living habits and privacy.

Hunter was thinking about how to answer, but Winston said: "No need. You have less sleep time, and it would be even more time wasted if you pack your luggage. I will wake him up tomorrow morning."

Good reason!

The PR assistant nodded vigorously in gratitude.Anyway, he has no ability to wake Hunter up!

Back in the room, Hunter lay on the bed and texted Owen.

Owen: Are you still alive?

Hunter: Should I ask you this sentence?The black fans didn't do anything to you, did they?

Owen: I went to the bathroom today while drinking coffee, and when I came back, I almost drank the blade out of the coffee.

Hunter's heart trembled, he didn't expect the black fans to reach such a level.

Hunter: So did you call the police?

Owen: Call the police.But only the cash register in the coffee shop is monitored.Fingerprints were also found on the blade and cup.

Hunter: Then you protect yourself!

Owen: Hahahaha!You better protect your back first!

Hunter had a black line on his face, it really didn't pay off for his kindness.

But such a black fan... Isn't it too scary?

I feel something slowly descending from my shoulders down my spine, even along the center of my waist...

Hunter took a deep breath, turned his face and saw Winston.

The other party lay on his side and looked at him with his chin propped up, while the other hand was on Hunter's body.

It suddenly occurred to me that Winston had said before that one of his sexiest moments was when he was lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone.

take it easy... take it easy...

calm down!Winston had said he would do nothing.

"Go brush your teeth, wash your face, and go to sleep," Winston said.

Although it is an imperative sentence, it is very soft.

"Oh, I'm going now!" Hunter was about to get up, but Winston held down his phone.

"Are you texting Owen?"

"Yeah, take care of him! What if we really attend his funeral when we go back this time?"

Winston looked at Hunter's serious expression, and a smile slipped across his eyes.

"impossible."

"What's impossible?"

"No one can murder Laurence Irving. It is possible to kidnap you." Winston smiled slightly with his chin up.

Hunter's sight seemed to flow back to the pupil, and bumped into the depths of the brain along the optic nerve.

Hunter pretended to be calm and went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

Damn, I really wanted to bite this guy hard just now!

Due to the day's shooting and lack of sleep the night before, Hunter fell asleep in bed.

The next morning, they drove to the "Million Rose Manor".

This manor was designed and built by the chief designer to commemorate and his wife's tenth anniversary.

The daily labor cost for caring for roses is staggering.

Hunter was not interested in roses.

But when he saw the whole sea of ​​roses, he was really shocked.

His eyes were bright red, as if he would be overwhelmed by the madness that gathered and brewed the whole world if he took one step forward.

The photography team began to arrange the lighting boards, and Carlos and Losey were also communicating and designing the picture.

Because it is outdoors, there is no place to change clothes that can be covered.

Hunter can only quickly undress and change clothes in the sun.

And Winston was not far from him.

The other party's two straight long legs were more conspicuous under the sunlight.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you sighing?" Hunter's stylist asked with a smile, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"No... I'm a little envious of Winston's long legs..." Hunter felt that he didn't need to hide his admiration for Winston.

Who knew the stylist also laughed.

"Hunter, Hunter... Don't you ever think that your legs are beautiful? I found out when I helped you adjust your waist. In terms of body proportions, your legs are already longer than many top male models."

"really?"

"Really." The stylist leaned towards Hunter and whispered, "And when you turned your back to Winston, he looked at your legs for more than ten seconds..."

"No...Impossible?"

"Although it may be that there is no place to put the line of sight."

Hunter turned his face sideways and found that Winston was really looking at him.

The guy's face was still expressionless, but Hunter could feel the heat from his gaze.

He quickly turned around and continued talking to the stylist.

Don't look at me anymore!

Everyone else has found out, okay?

Winston was still in a dark suit, but his shirt was open at the collar and his tie hung loose around his neck.

When he was holding a large bouquet of roses with the flowers facing down and walking among the roses, he felt unruly and unfettered, which was in stark contrast to his usual self-discipline.

Hunter, who was standing aside and watching, was dumbfounded.

The strength and charm of men are contrasted by this sea of ​​roses.

Hunter didn't need to look at the photos that were taken, but he felt his heart was going to burst.

"Okay, today's topic is the carefree prince and the beast who wants to murder him. The prince trusts the beast very much. Winston, you are more experienced. Come and drive Hunter. We will fight for the best in the daylight." It's time to finish this group of shooting, and then everyone happily parted ways!" Carlos clapped his hands and said loudly.

"Huh?" Hunter couldn't grasp the point, completely at a loss.

Losey came to Carlos's side and asked in a low voice, "Do you think Winston will choose to be a prince or a beast?"

"Of course he would rather be that beast that devoured the little prince." Carlos turned his face sideways and gave Losey a twitching smile.

"Haha."

"Hunter, you just sit here and don't move and look at me."

While speaking, Winston gently placed a rose in Hunter's hand, "Take it."

"it is good."

Hunter held the rose and sat on the grass. The shooting didn't seem to have started yet. He felt a little silly holding the rose, so he leaned it on his shoulder and waited for Rossi's prompt.

When he was thinking about what Winston was going to do, he found that Winston was kneeling beside him on one knee with his pocket in his hands, turning his face sideways as if he wanted to kiss him in front of everyone.

The blood in Hunter's whole body was surging to spurt from his heart. He subconsciously turned sideways to dodge, but Winston held the petal of the rose on his shoulder, bit it lightly, and slowly pulled the petal away. down.

When the rose deviated due to Winston's strength, Hunter only felt that his heart was also bitten by Winston and left his body.

"My God...how did I not find Van Winston so sexy before?" Carlos said while pressing the shutter.

"Because you're not Evan Hunter." Losey scolded him mercilessly.

"What do you want to do to me now?" said Winston in a voice only Hunter could hear.

"Overwhelm you, I'll see you cry." When Hunter thought that this guy was definitely trying to tease him just now, he became ill-intentioned.

"Then you can try it. There are so many people here, maybe I will let you in." Winston said.

"Haha!" A trace of slyness flashed across Hunter's eyes.

Winston was slightly taken aback, only to see Hunter standing up, hooking his fingers at him, a little arrogant, but still with a hint of wicked willfulness.

As soon as Winston stood up, Hunter grabbed his loose tie and turned around. In his hand was the large bouquet of roses that Winston was holding just now, and he arrogantly threw it at the camera. past.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: I want something more than a submarine.

Hunter: what?

Winston: Rose Manor.

Hunter: What do you want that for?

Winston: Imagine you have nothing on you, lying in rose petals, and I could be numb for hours.

Hunter: ...