Could You Not Tease Me?

He returned to his lips, and after squeezing them in, he sucked uncontrollably, and there was only one voice in Hunter's mind: These are his.It's all his.Winston must not give it to others.

He hugged him instead and put the tip of his tongue against the center of his tongue and slid it deep, he knew he was mean, he was taking revenge on Winston for trying to get inside him for scaring him .

But Hunter became more and more emotional, he loved this man's warmth and forbearance more and more, gradually, he no longer knew what he was doing, he had nothing in his mind, and everything followed his instinct.

At this moment, the alarm on Hunter's cell phone rang.

His shoulders trembled, and he realized something. His distant thoughts flowed back like a frenzy. He took a deep breath, put his hands on Winston's shoulders, straightened up, turned sideways, and stretched his arms in the direction of the phone. When his fingertips were about to touch it, his waist was held down.

As soon as he turned his head, he met Winston's eyes.

A force dragged him down without warning. Winston turned his face and raised his head to hold his lips forcefully. The kiss was so strong that Hunter fell down without supporting himself. .

"Well……"

He tried to get up, but Winston's arms tightly wrapped around his body, shackling him in his arms.Winston's kiss was so violent that Hunter didn't expect it, and he didn't even have time to swallow his saliva.

Winston bent his legs and was about to turn over and press on Hunter. This time Hunter finally reacted ahead of time. He lowered his hand to press Winston's knee down, but Winston increased his strength. The intensity of the sucking and kissing made Hunter dizzy. He put one hand on the edge of the bed and dragged Hunter down.

Hunter fell sideways, and just as he was about to struggle, Winston put one arm around him, and the other directly held down his leg.

"...help me get it out," said Winston, kissing Hunter on the lips.

His tongue and mouth were numb from the other party's kiss, and Hunter knew that he had gone too far just now... and that his resistance after being counter-pressed failed again.

Who wants Winston this time to be completely different from the previous simulation with Owen?

"Help me get it out...Hunter..." Winston kissed Hunter's ear again, biting the pinna of his ear, his teeth seemed to be trembling slightly.

It was more of a threat than a plea.

If I don't help him, this guy definitely doesn't intend to endure it.

"Hunter..." Winston kissed him again, extremely hard, but restrained, his heart was about to be swept away by him, and even the blood in his whole body was about to rush out from the smallest places.

Hunter moved his arms, and Winston put his hands at his sides, giving him room to move them.

The man's breath was so hot that Hunter was completely flustered.

He didn't know how long time had passed, and Winston's face was always buried in his neck, leaving only the sound of rough breathing in his ears.

When everything finally calmed down, Winston still pressed on Hunter's body, holding him, as if everything was over for Hunter, but for Winston, this was far from enough.

"If you want to play such a game every night, I can accompany you." Winston's voice came.

Hunter raised his knee in displeasure, originally wanting to give the other party a little flair, but in the end he just stuck it on the other party's waist, as if he wanted more... Hunter was even more aggrieved.

After practicing for so long, it is still useless in the end.

"I don't want you to accompany me."

"Then who do you want?" Winston turned his face sideways, and Hunter could only see one of his eyes.The line of sight in that eye alone has a sense of strength.

"I... don't want anyone..."

Winston's hand lightly stroked Hunter's forehead, stroking his hair: "Hunter, I can bear anything, including if you don't object to me hugging you... But there are some things that I absolutely cannot tolerate of."

"Will you leave like my mother?" Hunter asked subconsciously.

"Leave you?" Winston's rhetorical question contained a trace of cruelty, but his fingers were still tender enough to make people nostalgic. Shit reason..."

If you won't leave me, then the rest... I don't care...

Hunter didn't say anything, just turned his face and kissed Winston's eyes seriously.

While Winston was in a daze, Hunter lowered his head and closed his eyes against him.

The pre-match interviews are still ongoing.

Including various pre-match predictions, the biggest hot spot is no longer who the No.1 is, but how far Evan Hunter of the Marcus team can drive.

When Hunter was answering questions in the media interview room arranged by the hotel, the reporters noticed that Van Winston of the Ferrari team was leaning against the door with his arms folded. Because the reporters asked questions enthusiastically, the media interview was delayed for nearly 5 hours. minutes, and Winston waited quietly for five minutes.

You must know that Fann Winston never waited for anyone, but he was extremely patient with Hunter's interview.

The two didn't leave side by side until the interview was over and Hunter walked out of the interview room.

Reporters have speculated that Hunter will leave the Marcus team next season and join Ferrari?

Marcus had to refute the rumors: "Don't get me wrong! Hunter and Winston are good friends! Our team has already finalized the contract with Hunter for the new season next year!"

But despite Marcus tearing his throat, the reporters still thought it was a sign that Hunter was going to change his club.

After breaking out of the siege, Marcus immediately called Hunter: "Hey——Hunter! Until the end of this race, you should stop sticking to Winston!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"If this continues, you will belong to the Ferrari team! As for your crazy fan, I will send an assistant to follow you 24 hours a day!" Marcus worried that the rumors would become true if they spread!

"I don't want to go back to sleep in that small room!" Hunter immediately objected, he really wanted to stay with Winston like this.

"I'll book you a big one! Super big! Presidential suite!"

Hunter opened his mouth, as if he couldn't find any reason to refuse.He glanced at Winston and said in a low voice: "It seems that the reporters said that I was scooped up by you to go to Ferrari to irritate Marcus so much that he won't let me stay with you."

Hunter was a little nervous, he wondered if Winston would show a regretful expression.

"Will he send someone with you?" asked Winston.

"Yes. It's the assistant you saw last time."

"That's fine. You stay with the people in your caravan."

Winston's voice was calm.

This made Hunter suddenly feel regretful.

"Okay then, I'll go to your place to pack my things." Hunter walked quickly towards the elevator with a cold face.

Upon entering the room, Hunter packed his luggage without saying a word.He took out the coats that Winston had hung up one by one in the closet before, and casually shuffled them into the suitcase.

And Winston stood looking at him.

After the game in Japan, it seemed that Winston helped Hunter collect his luggage, but this time, whenever he approached, Hunter deliberately stood in front of him to prevent him from slamming his belongings.

Just as Hunter was about to pull the suitcase up, Winston suddenly hugged him from behind, pressing his cheek against Hunter's.

"You're angry, Hunter."

At this moment, Hunter also realized that he was making trouble for no reason.

They're not kids, and it's kind of ridiculous to throw a tantrum over something like this.

"I thought you'd want to be with me all the time."

A few seconds passed without Winston speaking.

"I'm naive, right?" Hunter touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly. "When the game starts, the rest time will become very precious. If I sleep with you, it will disturb you."

"Hunter, if I tell you the truth, can you promise that you will never be angry?" said Winston.

"...What's wrong?" Hunter turned his face curiously.

"You sleep beside me, I really can't sleep." Winston said softly.

"Liar! I woke up in the morning and saw you..."

It was only then that Hunter realized that Winston, who lived a regular life, slept in with him, most likely because he really didn't fall asleep at night.

"I didn't sleep well, did I bother you?" Hunter felt guilty.

"No...you are very good in my arms."

Feeling as if he was being praised by the other party, Hunter felt a little embarrassed.

But if I didn't bother you, why can't you sleep?

"You are in my arms, I want to hold back from hugging you... But the more I tell myself not to think about it, the more I think about it."

Hunter froze there.I also have impulses, especially when I smell the other person and feel the strength of the other person's hug... let alone Winston?

"Then...then it's not my fault."

"Tomorrow is the free practice session."

"I see, I'll go to sleep in the room arranged by Marcus..."

Hunter let out a breath, but Winston's arms did not let go.

"The closer the game is, the more you will be chasing me after me, and then it will become more difficult to control. I am afraid that I will really fuck you."

Winston's words made Hunter startled.

Hunter had [-]% trust in this man's self-control, and Hunter felt that it was impossible for him to fail to fulfill the promise he promised.It was precisely because of this that Hunter knew that he could provoke the other party's patience unscrupulously.

"I still remember that night you rushed out of the door, and I couldn't even catch up with you. I never thought you could run so fast... But luckily you ran away, otherwise if I caught... I would definitely on you."

Winston's voice was deep and powerful.

Hunter originally thought it would be a very happy thing for two people to be together like this, but he didn't expect that he would become a burden to the other party.

"You trust me too much, and you sleep too peacefully by my side. If you continue like this, I'm afraid I will ruin all your subsequent races."

Hunter took a breath and patted the opponent's hand: "Okay, I'll sleep by myself until the game is over."

"Don't run around. If you are really bored and want to harass someone, don't harass Owen, text me."

Hunter burst out laughing suddenly, turned around and hugged him tightly.

"If you talk like that, I will hate you!"

Winston turned his face to the side and leaned gently on Hunter's cheek.

"This race, try to see if you can surpass me."

"Look at me crushing you!" Mentioning the game, Hunter's mood improved.

Winston let out a low laugh, which made Hunter's heart itch so badly that he really wanted to bite him by the neck.

"It seems that this is not the first time you have said that you want to crush me." Winston raised his hand and touched the back of Hunter's head, "But the future will be long... One day, I will do my best to follow behind you .”

Hunter's mood improved a lot.

"Does that mean I can think that the reason you don't want to sleep with me is that you like me so much?"

"It's not that I like you very much..." Winston let go of his embrace, turned to hold Hunter's face, and looked at him very seriously, "It's just that you can't imagine how much I love you."

Hunter only felt that he was slightly shocked by the opponent again.

This was the first time that Winston had told him what he wanted without embellishment and without any so-called tact.

At that moment, Hunter felt that it didn't matter if he died because of the other party.

"Are you sure about the room Marcus changed for you?"

"Well, he texted me."

"Then I'll take you there. But you must do what you promised me."

"I see, I won't run around, I will be with the people that the team arranges to accompany me." Hunter nodded.

In fact, the crazy fan who likes to take pictures and follow may not have come to Singapore!

This time, Marcus really changed him to a presidential suite.Hunter slept in the inner room, while his sent assistant, Jonny, slept in the outer room.

When Johnny saw Winston carrying Hunter's luggage in, he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

"Hunter is in your hands. Keep an eye on him during the Grand Prix and don't let him go anywhere alone," Winston said to Jonny.

Jonny immediately felt a sense of being valued, "I know! I will pay attention! Don't worry, I will protect Hunter well!"

Hunter's face was covered with black lines.With Johnny's small stature, some bad guys really appeared, and I don't know who will protect whom!

In Johnny's eyes, Winston had his own great filter, and even the gesture of taking out Hunter's crumpled jacket and throwing it away was very handsome.

Hunter turned his face to Johnny and smiled, put one hand on Winston's shoulder and said, "Good man at home, isn't he?"

Johnny nodded vigorously, then shook his head quickly when he realized what was going on.

When the clothes were hung up, Hunter closed the bedroom door, fell back on the KINGSIZE bed, and stretched his waist: "Are you sure you don't want to sleep with me here?"

Winston knelt on one knee beside the bed, and lowered himself to prop up Hunter's side.Looking at him from this angle, the hair is blown down, and the blue in the eyes is also very obvious, which is really very good-looking.

"I'm sleeping here, are you sure you won't run away suddenly?"

"Then can you give me a kiss before leaving?"

Winston closed his eyes and smiled, a little helpless, but more of a pity that made Hunter soft-hearted.He moved closer to Hunter and kissed him.

The kiss was quite restrained, not even sticking out the tongue.

Hunter knew he couldn't fan the flames anymore, so he said softly, "See you at the track."

"Well, see you on the track."

Winston got up, opened the door and left.Before leaving, he did not forget to nod to Johnny.Johnny felt the burden on him again.

When he heard the sound of closing the door as Winston left, Hunter sat up and scratched the back of his head: "Why...I miss him now..."

Well well, the game is about to start, the most important thing now is to concentrate.

Hunter simulated the Marina City circuit in his mind.

His cell phone trembled, and when he picked it up, it was a text message from Owen.

Owen: My black fans have come to Singapore.

Hunter could imagine that this text message was not only sent to him by Owen, but must also include all the people he could harass, such as Charles.

Hunter replied: Oh, what did that black fan do?

Owen: Send me a present at the door.I opened it and saw bloody chicken feet.

Hunter, who really wanted to laugh, suddenly felt that this matter was a bit serious.

He replied: Does the bloody chicken feet have a threatening meaning?

Owen: Yeah, I'm so scared I can't sleep at night.Will Little Hunter come with me?

Hunter: I am also a poor person with BT fans.You'd better let Charles accompany you!

In the evening, Hunter ordered food from the hotel to be delivered to the room.

Johnny was in the bathroom when the door knocked, and Hunter got up and opened the door.

The hotel waiter pushed the dining cart in and raised the cover.

Hunter froze for a moment. It was a very delicate western food, but what he ordered was just the most common pasta with creamy asparagus.

"That...was it sent by mistake?"

"No mistake. This is a special service."

special service?Had Winston ordered it for him?

Hunter raised his head to look at the other party, and suddenly felt that the waiter looked familiar.

Two or three seconds later, Hunter realized something, and his nerves suddenly tensed up.

"Merlin? You...became a waiter in this hotel?"

"Isn't it good? I've always wanted to serve you." Merlin walked towards Hunter, his eyes were full of enthusiasm that couldn't be concealed.

"Ah, how could it be bad! This is very good!" Hunter wanted to force a smile, but he was not made for a fake smile.

And Johnny was still taking a bath, why did this guy take a bath at a critical moment?And I also played "30 seconds to Mars" in the bathroom with my mobile phone, it was very loud.

"I made this myself. Can I give you a taste?" Merlin cut off a piece of beef, picked up the plate, picked up the small piece of beef with a fork, and walked towards Hunter.

Hunter stepped back step by step and sat on the sofa.

Merlin's eyes were so pious that Hunter was uneasy.

Hunter was really not sure if he could eat this piece of beef, but at least now he suspects that the person who has been following and secretly taking pictures of him is Merlin.

Hunter's palms were quietly sweaty, and he had to start planning how to avoid Merlin.

However, the piece of beef had already been delivered to Hunter's lips, and Hunter had a premonition that if he didn't open his mouth, Merlin might go crazy.

Although... he may have been crazy.

At this moment, Hunter's cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

As if saved, Hunter smiled politely at Merlin and said, "Wait a minute, I'll see if it's the team's information. The race is approaching, and there will be more precautions and notices."

Hunter took out the phone, but he didn't dare to call for help in front of Merlin, so he could only pretend to check the text messages on the phone.

Owen: I'm so lonely, come and accompany me!I'll practice rolling the sheets with you!

If just now, Hunter would have jokingly said "wait for me on the bed", but now Hunter just wants to know, how can he remind others that that crazy fan is in his room?

At that moment, Merlin suddenly stretched out his arms to grab Hunter's cell phone. Hunter quickly avoided it, but Merlin's expression changed instantly.

"That's not from the Marcus team, it's Lawrence Owen."

Hunter was dumbfounded, how could Merlin know?

More importantly, Hunter's reaction allowed Merlin to confirm his guess.

The expression that was clearly worried that Hunter didn't like the food he brought was replaced by a gloomy look.

"Merlin..." Hunter had never encountered such a scene before, and was speechless for a moment.

"Do you want to ask me how I know?"

He tilted his head to look at Hunter, put the piece of beef and the fork on the dining car, and slowly approached Hunter.

"Because I've been looking at you...I've been looking at you! There are so many people in the world...I only have eyes for you!"

Merlin stretched out his hand and covered Hunter's face, causing Hunter to lean back against the sofa in shock.

"I've always liked you so much, I've noticed you since the first time I saw you in a race car! Those media say you are a tough genius, those big teams want to poach you, and your so-called friend Fann Winston... none of them saw you, but I did!"

Hunter gasped, Winston was right, in the desert of Dubai, the person Merlin really wanted to get close to was him, not Winston!

"When you are behind, I am cheering for you! When you are down, I am comforting you! How much I am by your side, how I want to hug you who is at a loss in front of the media! I watch you step by step to the present point!"

Merlin gritted his teeth and looked at Hunter.

Steady him, don't provoke him.Hunter said to himself.

"Thank you, Merlin. Without your support, I wouldn't be able to get to where I am today." Hunter raised his hand and patted Merlin on the shoulder.

Johnny, are you a woman!

How long do you have to wash it?

"Yes, my support is very important to you, right? Have you received the roses I gave you? Do you like it?" Merlin asked Hunter with a smile.

"I like it, of course I like..."

I am not a woman!Why did you send me roses!

"Liar! Liar! You liar!"

Merlin suddenly became agitated, his voice was very low, but with uncontrollable anger.

"What are you talking about? I didn't lie to you..."

Hunter was about to cry, how could he like roses from someone who didn't know why?

"You didn't take the rose I pinned on the door at all! It was thrown into the garbage bag by the cleaner! My heart is not important to you!"

"Merlin, you didn't sign it. How do I know it was given to me by you? And that room is too small, I didn't live there. I changed here." Hunter said in a tone of patience. .

"So it's like this... I'm still thinking that you didn't accept my roses, is it because you don't have a vase..."

Looking at Merlin who was gradually calming down, Hunter let out a breath.

At this moment, Hunter's phone vibrated again.

As if being hit by an electric shock, Merlin snatched the phone very quickly. Hunter was about to get it back, but Merlin pulled out a Swiss knife from his waist and pointed at Hunter: "Don't move!"

The game was approaching, and Hunter couldn't be injured. It would not be a joke to be poked by that knife, Hunter could only freeze there.

Whose text message is it?

Is that bastard Owen or Winston?

"Owen! Owen! It's Lawrence Owen again! You're with him, right? Why? Why! Because he has a pretty face? Or because he makes you swoon in bed!" Merlin's fingers gripped the phone extremely With force, his uncontrollable shout finally penetrated the bathroom door.

Jonny opened the door wrapped around a towel: "What sound..."

When he saw Merlin holding a knife, he was shocked: "You... who are you! What do you want to do!"

The moment Merlin saw Johnny, his surprise turned into anger in an instant.

He slammed Hunter's cell phone out. Hunter opened his eyes wide and immediately got up to grab the cell phone, but it flew across Hunter's head at an extremely fast speed and hit Johnny's head.

"Ah——" Johnny made a painful sound, covered his head, and blood flowed down from his forehead, which was horrible.

Hunter was also taken aback. Just as he was about to rush over, Merlin took a step ahead and came to Johnny's side. He grabbed his collar and put the knife on Johnny's chin.

"My God..." Johnny was at a loss, unable to stand on both legs.

Hunter stretched out his hands: "Merlin, what are you doing? Don't get excited. If there is any misunderstanding, let's clarify things now."

"Is he your man too! Do you want to sleep with him tonight?" Merlin asked in a persistent and crazy voice.

"His name is Jonny. It's the life assistant arranged by Mr. Marcus. Do you understand the life assistant? Just help me tidy up my clothes, order food for me when I'm hungry, and he has to follow me when I'm going out." .”

Hunter's flustered heart tightened, especially when he saw that the tip of the dagger was about to pierce the skin of Johnny's neck, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

"And what about Lawrence Irving?"

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: This BT fan has been with you for so long and can't figure out who your man is?

Hunter: So what?

Winston: In the next chapter I want him to make it clear.