Could You Not Tease Me?

"Hunter, we are really sure that Winston is fine. Don't worry." Shen Chuan comforted.

"I...I just don't know how to make him understand... how important he is to me..." Hunter's voice trembled.

The closer he got to Winston, the more nervous he became.

When Winston loves himself and is close to himself, will it be the same?

For the first time, Hunter deeply felt that this man might have paid far more than he showed.

Shen Chuan paused, but within two seconds he showed a clear smile.

"Hunter, don't be stingy with language. Sometimes we know each other best, even if we don't say anything, we can understand each other, but... language is always the most important. It is best to face yourself calmly and love each other calmly. language."

"...Thank you." Hunter looked at Shen Chuan.

He already knew the relationship between Hunter and Winston, but as a friend, he was absolutely supportive and understanding, which made Hunter feel relieved.

Some friends may not know what he likes to eat most, and they have never exchanged the most intimate things with Bruce, but such friends can understand and respect the most important things in Hunter's heart.

The car stopped downstairs of the hotel, and Shen Chuan watched Hunter run away.

He pressed the elevator button and waited impatiently for it to descend level by level.

His heart was beating very fast, so he wanted to rush to embrace the whole world, his brain seemed to be completely occupied by that man, and everything he did was for him.

"Why haven't you come down yet?"

Hunter couldn't stand still at all. He paced back and forth in front of the elevator door and twisted his wrist again. Finally, the elevator door opened, and Hunter squeezed in just a crack.

His fingertips didn't press the correct number of layers for the first time, and he felt very anxious inside.The speed at which the elevator went up made Hunter feel insanely slow.

I miss you so much!really miss you!really miss you!

Hunter really wanted to rush out of the elevator and run straight up.

After finally reaching Winston's floor, he ran quickly and bumped into a person.

The other party was about to curse, but when he saw Hunter, he pointed to the back: "Winston is in the room!"

"Thank you!"

Hunter rushed to Winston's door. He was panting, and the moment he raised his hand to knock on the door, his throat choked as if he had been choked.

He knew he was nervous.

My heart is about to burst, a thousand times worse than when I crossed the finish line.

The other side of the door is his everything.

He only knocked once, and before he could knock a second time, the door opened.

That handsome man was standing in front of him, his deep blue eyes were full of his shadow, everything about him made Hunter feel so beautiful and outrageous.

I knew this man was handsome and attractive before, but now Hunter only thinks he is blind?

Obviously even the strands of hair are perfect.

"Hunter."

Winston's lips and teeth opened and closed, his standard British pronunciation, and his slightly cool voice sparked fire in Hunter's mind.

For the first time, Hunter realized that he could be so greedy even looking at a person. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word at all.

Winston smiled, the dimples at the corners of his lips being the most maddening curve Hunter had ever seen.

Winston's hand stretched out and gently sank into Hunter's hair. The light touch of his fingertips made Hunter's heart almost fly out.

"Congratulations, you have won the sub-station championship."

The other party turned his face and found that Hunter didn't respond at all, just staring at himself blankly.

"Hunter What's the matter with you? Did my incident scare you? Don't worry, I'm fine. Really fine."

Winston stretched out his arms and hugged Hunter.

Ah... that's how it felt, Hunter pressed his face against it forcefully, wanting to get into the opponent's chest like crazy.

"Hunter, why don't you speak? What's the matter?" Winston's fingers lightly touched Hunter's ear, and slowly slid along the arc there, repeating it over and over again, just to appease the other party.

Hunter opened his mouth forcefully, he wanted to speak, but everything seemed to be blocked, and nothing could be said.

He wanted Winston to know, he wanted this man to know that he was more important than anything in his heart...

"Ah..." Hunter tried so hard that his face turned red, but he just couldn't speak.

Why don't you let me talk, why!

Hunter clutched his throat, hating his habit of being unable to speak when he was nervous!

"Hunter, don't treat yourself like this. Don't worry." Winston immediately clasped Hunter's fingers, took his hand off his neck, turned to pull him, backed up little by little, and brought him to the on the sofa.

Winston sat back on the sofa. He put his arms around Hunter's waist and brought him in his direction. Hunter sat directly on his lap. Winston lifted him up and put his He folded his calf and placed it beside him.

"Look, I'm right here... If you want to say thank you, I know it. If you want to say sorry, you don't have to. Because if you were driving in front of me, I'm pretty sure you'd do the same thing. If If you want to say that you love me, I know it too... I always knew it."

Winston wrapped his arms around Hunter's waist with one hand, and gently brushed the hair on his forehead with the other.

He leaned on the sofa and looked up at Hunter. In his eyes were all Hunter's dreams, all expectations, and everything he would never turn back for.

Shen Chuan said, don't be stingy with words.

But words can't describe even the slightest bit of my surging heart at this moment.

Winston's patience knew no bounds, and he held him like this, soothing him like a child.

"Don't be afraid, Hunter. I will protect myself and I will not leave you. Absolutely not."

It was still the same voice, so many people said that Winston had a crazy possessive desire for him... Why didn't he want to possess him crazily?

I wish I could pour out all the words in my heart.His body was like a bottle filled with flooding sea water, but his throat was tightly shut, and he was about to be shattered by the emotional impact in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Hunter looked into Winston's eyes and wanted to be as deep and as far away as his gaze, but he felt that his gaze was too shallow to let the other party understand his desire to have this man.

"I'll be waiting for you forever. We'll have a lot of time, so don't be nervous..."

Winston touched Hunter's forehead, closed his eyes and said softly.

Hunter's shoulders trembled, he raised his left hand, and stretched it out in front of Winston.

On the palm of his hand was the handwriting written in black pen, soaked in sweat to the point where it was almost illegible.

When Winston saw it, he was stunned.

In this high-speed rotating world, everything that is noisy and flashy becomes slow at this moment.

i met you.

I remember you.

This city is made for love.

You were born for my soul.

Hunter turned his face away, his ears and his face flushed so badly.

Blood rushed to his palm, and he seemed to feel Winston's stagnant gaze.

Hunter's heart became disturbed.

I remember every word and every poem you said to me, and I can't bear to give them to anyone.

Winston, do you understand?

do you understand me?

"You said... you wanted to save it for your marriage proposal..."

Winston tried his best to suppress his trembling, his voice was so tight that it seemed on the verge of bursting.

Hunter's hand was still in front of his eyes, and he didn't intend to move it away.

Winston looked at him, and Hunter could feel the hand clasped around his waist getting stronger and stronger, and the fingertips almost pinched into the muscles of his waist.

Marriage held an indescribable sense of dread for Hunter.The so-called whole life was long since her mother left his father addicted to alcohol, he had long since disbelieved.

Winston closed his eyes and raised his head. His breathing sounded in Hunter's ears like a sea breeze blowing from a distant place, pushing layers of waves, getting higher and higher, and finally rushed into the sky.

He turned his face and kissed Hunter's palm with such a pious gesture.His lips were hot, kissing the lines of Hunter's palm, full of pent-up desire.

He clasped Hunter's hand and pressed it firmly in his arms, obviously his fingers were about to be crushed by him, but Hunter felt that such pain made him feel full of joy.

Winston lowered his head, and Hunter could see his lightly trembling eyelashes, which were so fragile and beautiful that Hunter wanted to hold on tightly, and would not let go.

Winston raised his head suddenly and bumped Hunter's lips, his kiss and the first time Hunter was as violent and frantic as when he revealed his thoughts.

Even harder than that time.

All the emotions that can't be described in words were scattered and scattered through the possessiveness between the lips and tongue, cutting Hunter's nerves and disintegrating all his resistance.

At that moment, Hunter realized that his previous resistance to being possessed by this man was so ridiculous.

Even Winston's breathless kiss, crushing his skull, crushed Hunter's heart at this moment.

Winston hugged Hunter up and lifted his legs, all his control was taken away by Hunter, and even the slightest response from the tip of his tongue drove Winston crazy.

"Uh...uh..." Hunter's head fell back because Winston's kiss was too hard, but Winston chased after him and kissed him dissatisfied.

Hunter couldn't hold Winston's shoulders, he could only grab him by the collar.

When Winston went down, Hunter fell into the soft mattress, and Winston fell straight down.

His kiss was still so hard, in the corner of his eyes, on his cheek, Hunter breathed hard, and Winston's kiss came again soon, slashing freely in Hunter's mouth.

When Winston's hand was caressing Hunter's jumpsuit that smelled of motor oil dissatisfiedly, Hunter said in a trembling voice, "You...you..."

Winston's hand stopped, his whole body tensed up, and he slightly distanced himself from Hunter.

He frowned tightly: "I'm sorry... I scared you again."

"You... think... whatever you want... you can..."

Hunter finally said it, and then he was extremely embarrassed, and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to burst his eardrums.

He turned his face away and didn't dare to look at the other person, but his ears were even more red than before.

At this time, because he hadn’t gone to the barber shop for the competition, the ends of his hair that had been cut short just fell on the white sheets, his eyes were looking away, the fine eyelashes were still wet, and the stretched lines on his neck seemed to be natural. Existed to seduce Winston.

Winston kissed him fiercely again. He no longer needed to restrain himself and pretend to be a gentleman. He could act like an irrational beast in front of the person he loved most, biting Hunter's lifeblood and devouring him in one bite.

The world cracked open, and Winston reshaped a shape for Hunter.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sheets were crumpled and almost separated from the mattress, and the quilt was covering them indiscriminately.

Hunter turned sideways, nestling in Winston's arms.

"I'm sorry... you made me so comfortable... I didn't..." Hunter stopped.

The room was very quiet, no matter how soft Hunter's voice was, Winston could hear him clearly.

Winston bent his head and kissed him.

"No, you also make me very comfortable. And I didn't expect that you can feel that much just with your fingers." Winston put his arms around Hunter, and gently slid his fingers across his cheeks and ears.

Having said that, Hunter shrunk his head even lower, and pulled the quilt directly over his head.

"I can't get in anyway...it's because your place is too big...don't blame me..." Hunter said muffled under the quilt.

"But the place where you feel is so deep. If you really go in, you won't be able to touch it if you don't use force. We have no preparations. If you do that, you will definitely be injured." Winston's voice was soft, a little You can't tell that you are discussing a topic that makes you blush and heartbeat.

Hunter's face was on fire.But he never dreamed that a man as proud as Winston would help Hunter release him in that way.Thinking about it, Hunter felt that he had to feel again.

"Are you okay? Does your throat hurt? I'm sorry I couldn't control it."

"It hurts a little... the tongue is numb... the inside of the mouth seems to be broken." Although Hunter said this, he still remembered the moment he saw Winston, so addicted, that he was the only one in this world who could make Winston Dayton lost control.

This gave Hunter a sense of accomplishment.

I am happier than winning the annual championship.

"Didn't you keep saying you wanted to bite me? You really made me bite, but you couldn't stop." Winston said so solemnly, but Hunter really wanted to kick him.

At this time, Winston suddenly lifted the quilt slightly and was about to walk down when Hunter poked his head out of the quilt: "Are you going to the bathroom?"

"Yeah. I'm going to get a towel to help you get that stuff off your legs."

"Oh... Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't wipe it off..." Hunter whispered.

"What?" Winston put one hand on Hunter's ear, lowered his head and asked.

The smile on the corner of his lips was extremely sexy, and Hunter's exhausted spirit seemed to be ready to move again.

"Anyway, it's your stuff..."

"But I would rather stay inside than stay outside." Winston pinched Hunter's ear.

Hunter was hit in the heart again, and he shrank down again, leaving only a few strands of hair outside the quilt.

"I said it all...you can't get in... don't blame me..."

"Yes, I don't blame you." Winston reached into the quilt and rubbed the top of Hunter's head.

"Then you... are you really happy?" Hunter asked again.

Because he was too nervous, Winston was really patient to help him relax, but in the end he really only went in a little bit and failed.Hunter's mouth was also broken, and he was indeed inexperienced and unskilled. Later, Winston couldn't bear it anymore and directly used other methods to solve it.

"I'm really happy. Mr. Marcus said that you have an interview at nine o'clock this morning. This is your first official interview after you won the sub-station championship. You can't be late. Let me help you sort it out, you Sleep well, otherwise tomorrow will definitely be too late."

"Hmm." Hunter nodded regretfully.

Unexpectedly, Winston added another sentence: "If you like my stuff so much, I can keep it for you every time. Anyway, there is no way to keep it in it for the time being."

Hunter opened his eyes wide and looked at Winston. The expression on this guy's face was so bad that Hunter kicked him directly.

"I don't want you to leave it to me!"

Winston laughed, and that low but heart-pounding laugh convinced Hunter that the man was really happy.

Winston wiped Hunter off with a hot towel.

"It seems to be really red. Does it hurt?" Winston would go to Hunter's side, hugging him and asking.

"It doesn't hurt. It just feels hot." Hunter said truthfully.

Winston laughed again.

This night, he laughed a lot.

"Go to sleep. The interviewer is Mr. Kaqiao. His mind is very active. If you don't get enough sleep, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up with him."

"...Then is your shoulder really okay?" Hunter asked anxiously.

"If something happens, how can I hug you? It's just a minor injury."

"But the race in Malaysia...I heard you can't participate?" Hunter said with a frown.

"You also know that Formula One is a very intense competition. The team is also considering my future. The Malaysia race and the Singapore race are back-to-back, and there is not enough time to recuperate. If there is a problem in the race, it may be worse than the current one. It affects more. It's normal. One more race and I'll be back."

"Hmm." Hunter's heart was still full of regret.

Originally, every time he thought of himself and Winston on the same track, Hunter felt full of fighting spirit in his heart, but now he suddenly felt very lonely.

"I have never watched your game live. This time it is finally possible. This may be the only time I will watch you. We will be rivals again in the future."

When Winston said this, Hunter suddenly felt his empty heart overflow again.

"Sleep. I'll wake you up when the time comes."

"Um……"

Hunter was indeed sleepy too.

The room was full of Winston's breath, and Winston's breathing was in his ears. Hunter's nerves relaxed, and he soon fell asleep.

When Hunter was woken up by Winston the next day, he was still in a daze.

Winston did not force him to wake up immediately, but pushed him into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and took a shower with him.

This is the first time for two people to take a shower together. Both of them have interviews, so they take a shower together to save time.

Although he saw everything last night, but now that he was so naked, Hunter wanted to see it, but he was too embarrassed to see it.

Winston stood beside Hunter, washing his hair.

Feeling Winston's fingers, Hunter remembered the feeling of sitting in the bathtub when his mother washed his hair when he was a child.

He thought that after losing his parents, no one would pamper him like this again, but in fact it wasn't.

"Hunter."

Winston's voice seemed to overflow from the warm water, and Hunter's heart skipped another beat.

"Ok?"

"If you want to see me, you can do so openly, instead of secretly."

Winston said.

"I... I didn't peek at you! I kept my eyes closed all the time!" Hunter yelled.

"Huh? You don't even look at it?" Winston came to Hunter with a shower and washed his hair for him.

As soon as Hunter opened his eyes, he saw Winston's place, and the water immediately went into his nose, choking him so much that he almost coughed out his lungs.

Winston brushed Hunter's hair back, held his hand and squeezed the bath liquid into his palm, and then sighed softly: "I can't see it anymore."

He was referring to the poem Hunter had written in his palm.

Hunter didn't expect that Winston would care so much about what he wrote in his palm because he was just worried that he would be speechless.

"It doesn't matter. You can still teach me in the future. I can remember what you taught me, and then I will write it to you." Hunter said it without thinking, and then felt extremely embarrassed, "But... ...But my handwriting is not as good as yours..."

Winston kissed Hunter's lips through the water.

"You keep coaxing me so sweetly... I'm afraid that none of us will be able to complete the interview today."

"Eh? That's sweet talk?" Hunter was surprised.

Winston just smiled and did not answer him.

Hunter had brought no clothes and had to go back to his room in Winston's shirt and slacks.

The PR manager waited for a long time, and Hunter quickly changed into a suit.

"Hey, Hunter, this shirt of yours is really nice, but the shoulders are a little wider."

"Hey, Winston's." Hunter narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"What's wrong with you kid, you look like you're going to fly. Do you like everything in Winston?" the PR manager said half-jokingly.

"Yeah, I like everything about him." Hunter straightened the collar of his shirt.

"Yesterday, you were anxious to be like that, and Marcus said you were crying. Will you be fine if you chat with Winston tonight?"

Hunter just laughed and didn't speak.

He and Winston were not just chatting.

Finally, Hunter came to the interview room on time, and Mr. Kacho was waiting there with a smile.

"Hunter, Hunter, the last time I saw you was a big boy. The race in Singapore made me feel like you suddenly grew up."

Hunter lowered his head and smiled.

"Aha, you also laughed like that in the last interview, I heard that many car fans took screenshots and made their mobile phone screens.

"Huh? Really?"

Mr. Kaqiao couldn't help laughing again: "This expression that doesn't know your charm at all is also what car fans like you the most."

After the two sat down, they talked eloquently. Mr. Cacho's questions were very professional, including this competition, Hunter's technical breakdown and the team's strategy.In the past, when Hunter talked about these things, he often couldn't find the right words to express, and Mr. Cajo needed to supplement, but this time his expression was very smooth and his thinking was clear, which made Mr. Cajo nod frequently.

"Hunter, many professionals said that Winston could avoid Owen at that moment, but because you were behind, he chose to block Owen with himself to protect you. Of course, many people think that this is impossible , Winston belongs to the Ferrari team, and you are his opponent. This time he is also injured, which will be a great loss to Ferrari's ranking this year. For Winston, who has always been rational, this is impossible What about you? I think as the person concerned, you are the one who knows the truth best."

Hunter was silent for two seconds before speaking slowly.

"On the track, there is no doubt that we are absolute rivals. I want to surpass him, and he wants to always surpass me. What I have learned and gained from him is far more than anything that has hurt me. There are many more people and things. I believe he is the same. The opponent is a gift from heaven and the best praise of our strength. We will do anything to surpass each other and protect each other at any cost. Because without Winston, Evan Hunt would have no meaning, and vice versa."

The moment Mr. Kacho met Hunter's eyes, he saw many things in the young man's eyes that he had never seen before.

They are thick and powerful.

When the interview was broadcast that night, Mr. Miller, the Ferrari team manager, let out a sigh.

"I can't bear to blame Winston for what this brat said."

Ferrari's PR manager smiled: "Winston's fans have skyrocketed, which isn't too bad."

When Hunter walked out of the interview room, he saw Owen who seemed to be waiting for him for a long time with his arms folded.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Click and listen!I can not sleep.

Winston: Well, onefingers, twofingers, threefingerscome inside...

Hunter: Stop!stop!What the hell are you singing!

Fat Melon: Only Feng understands the essence of salted egg time... The old aunt laughed discordantly