Could You Not Tease Me?

"Hunter...every time I look at you, my king is looking at me. You have ruled over me, so never doubt yourself. That means, you are doubting me too."

Winston's voice was slow and solemn, but full of strength.

Hunter looked at each other and smiled unconsciously.

"Are you still nervous?" asked Winston.

"Not nervous anymore," Hunter said, "but so excited! So excited that I want to run laps!"

Hunter ran around Winston, then tilted his head and looked at him: "Because I'm your king! I'm excited to think about it!"

After saying that, Hunter ran away, Winston chuckled and followed.

But when he returned to the hotel room at night, Hunter still had no intention of stopping.

For a while, he rummaged through the closet and packed his clothes for an unprecedented time, and then said that he thought the suitcase was broken, and dragged it around the room.

Winston came out of the bathroom wearing a bath towel, and Hunter stopped for a while, looked at Winston who was wiping his hair silly and said: "Baby, you are so handsome! I really want to put you up and down Bite all over!"

Winston frowned slightly, walked over and took the suitcase away from Hunter's hand, and said, "Go take a shower."

Without thinking, Hunter hugged Winston, literally bit him on the shoulder, and rushed into the bathroom.

"Hunter, you didn't take your clothes." Winston reminded.

"I don't lock the door, you get it for me!" Hunter said through the bathroom door.

Winston sighed, and found out the clothes for Hunter. As soon as he pushed the door open, Hunter stretched out his hand, and was about to tear off Winston's bath towel.

This guy has been hiding by the door for a long time.

Winston reacted quickly and grabbed Hunter's wrist, pulled him over and pressed him into his arms, kissing Hunter so dizzy.

Hunter was so kissed that he lost his mind and retreated step by step, his lips and teeth were about to be stirred up by Winston. His calf was pressed against the edge of the bathtub, and Winston pushed him violently into the water. , only heard a clatter, Winston's hand grabbed his wrist, although he was half suspended, he was already in the water from the waist down, but Winston's tugging prevented him from hitting the back of his head when he fell backwards possible.

"Now take a shower."

Those ice-blue eyes looked at Hunter calmly, as if the enthusiasm of the kiss just now was all Hunter's imagination.

"...You don't want to sit in and play with me?" Hunter tilted his head and asked with a smirk.

"No, because you are nervous before the game and want to toss. If I really sit in, you may not even have to toss after 30 seconds." Winston's answer was calm.

Hunter's disappointed expression was directly on his face.

Winston leaned down slowly, making sure that Hunter had completely sat in the bathtub before releasing his wrist.

He returned to the room, changed into pajamas, leaned against the head of the bed, and began to read today's English newspaper.

Hunter ran out wrapped in a towel before soaking in the bathtub for 5 minutes, threw himself on Winston, and couldn't wait to pull off the quilt, and found that Winston was wearing pajama pants, and immediately showed a dissatisfied expression.

"Why are you still wearing pajama pants! Are you a child?" Hunter yelled.

Completely neglecting my habit of sleeping in my pajamas.

While Hunter was talking, he lay on Winston's stomach. The bath towel around his waist had long been scattered. Winston just moved the newspaper away, and saw Hunter's entire line from waist to calf.

It is full of tension and youthful ups and downs belonging to young men.

He let out a deep breath, and replied blankly: "If I don't put it on, won't you be afraid again when you see it?"

"I want to see it now!" Hunter was about to pull the quilt around Winston's waist.

Winston directly pressed Hunter's head and pushed him aside: "Go play a mobile game."

"I don't want to play match [-] music!"

As soon as Hunter fell off Winston, the other party lifted the quilt to cover him, then got up and left.

"Winston! Are you going to the bathroom? I can help you out too! Don't be embarrassed!"

Hunter said with wide eyes.

But Winston took out a pair of underpants from the cabinet and threw them directly in Hunter's face.

"Put it on!"

Hunter was stunned, quickly put on his underwear, and sat motionless under the quilt.

"No more trouble. I will accompany you to bomb the end of the world."

Winston went back to bed, put the newspaper aside, and picked up his cell phone.

"...Okay...let's play a game..."

It was obvious that Hunter was out of form, and Winston could win a round against him in almost a minute.

And Hunter couldn't sit still at all, rolling around in the quilt, turning sideways for a while, lying on his stomach for a while, putting his legs on Winston's body for a while, and taking a deep breath for a while.

The game played nearly a hundred rounds, and Hunter didn't win a game. When he was about to drop his phone soon, Winston suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Okay, close your eyes now." Winston's cool voice sounded, which relieved Hunter's manic mood a little.

It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, and I should really go to bed.

But Hunter's palms and feet were very hot, and his heart rhythm disorder generally couldn't stay. He knew that he was nervous, and he hadn't been relieved.

This is not his first race, and he has to go to the free practice session to truly appreciate the challenge of the Sepang track, and the double pressure of Charles and Owen also makes him inexplicably anxious.

He knew Winston would be watching him.

But precisely because of this, he absolutely cannot lose.

Just when Hunter closed his eyes and still wanted to sway his legs, Winston grabbed his knees and opened them to the sides.

The other party didn't know when he came to him, and his waist was inserted directly, and those eyes were looking at Hunter like that.

"I'll help you calm down and be good."

Winston's voice was commanding, but very soft.

"Okay..." Hunter wrinkled his nose.

In the next half an hour, Hunter was so confused by Winston that he couldn't remember anything. He came out several times. At first, he just held back a small muffled groan, and then begged the other party not to use so much force, and finally took Winston's hand. The fire was ignited, and he was turned over directly, and Hunter almost thought that the other party would really stab him.

After tossing around until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Winston held him in his arms, watched Hunter drowsily about to fall asleep, and finally sighed.

"Winston..." Hunter with his eyes closed whispered the other's name.

"Well, I'm right by your side." Winston lowered his head and kissed the tip of Hunter's nose.

"Sorry……"

"Sorry for what?"

"I know you will endure...and bully you..."

Two seconds later, Hunter let out a shallow breathing sound, Winston turned off the bedside lamp, and pursed the corners of his lips in the darkness.

"It's okay... I will bully you back in the future."

At eight o'clock the next morning, Hunter was supposed to be up for conditioning, but instead Winston called his strength and conditioning coach.

"He didn't sleep well last night? What's wrong? Is it because the climate in Malaysia hasn't adapted yet?" The coach was worried.

"It's nothing. He's just very nervous and fell asleep very late." Winston glanced at Hunter, who was wearing only a small half of his head but definitely occupied most of the double bed and said.

"Hunter also had a nervous day? You must know that when he first started the competition, his grades were always poor. At that time, he looked like he didn't care about anything. Unexpectedly, he became nervous." The fitness coach seemed to think of something, " He must have read some media’s draft, saying that his victory in Singapore was all due to luck, because both you and Irving gave up the race.”

"He really wants to win the Malaysian Grand Prix, but this time he has to face Charles and Owen alone." Winston replied.

"Charles is very generous. When the reporter interviewed him and asked him if he felt that Hunter's championship was due to luck, Charles directly replied, 'Except for Winston and Owen, you think I am dead'. This shows that Charles recognized Hunter's strength."

"Charles is a very straightforward driver."

"Ah...Thank you for listening to me so much. Hunter, please take care of me again...You are also going to the Ferrari team for a meeting, right?"

"Not so fast. After the free practice session, I will give technical advice to the driver who replaces me."

After hanging up the phone, Winston went to the bathroom, wrung out the hot towel, and lifted a corner of Hunter's quilt.

The underpants had long been hanging under Hunter's knees, but he didn't sleep well.

Winston used a towel to wipe what was left last night, but Hunter moved as if conscious: "...don't wipe..."

Winston was stunned, then covered the quilt back, leaned down, and kissed his back through the quilt.

When Hunter woke up, he was still in good spirits. He ate a whole nutritious meal, and he was not as anxious as he seemed before.

Winston could finally go back to the Ferrari team for a technical meeting with peace of mind.

Soon there will be free practice.

Hunter experienced the characteristics of the Sepang track for the first time, and his lap time became faster every time. Although Marcus was nervous before the race, Hunter's performance was no problem.

When the third round of practice was over, Hunter already knew the track quite well.

The weather was a bit hot, Shen Xi was standing by the track with a chocolate-flavored lollipop in his mouth.

The staff were cleaning up after the race, Shen Xi squatted down and put his palms on the track, as if he was feeling something.

Hunter stood beside her, looked at Shen Xi who was concentrating on it, and stretched out his hand to block the sun for her: "Next time, wear a sun hat."

"En." Shen Xi responded softly, Hunter didn't think she listened.

When they stood up, Hunter saw a dark-haired man in a Lotus racing suit walking slowly across the track.Hunter had never met the man, and there are very few Asian drivers in Formula One.

Hunter suddenly realized—this is Chen Mobai, the guy Winston told him to be careful.

He has a slender and tall figure, which is different from the flat facial features of Asians. His eyes are very deep, with a lazy and mysterious temperament.

He pulled the corners of his lips and smiled slightly at Hunter.

Hunter nodded subconsciously.

Immediately, the smile in the other party's eyes deepened.

Hunter suddenly became upset, is this guy provoking me?

When Hunter met Winston who was talking to his teammates in the tunnel, he couldn't wait to tell him: "Winston! I saw that Chen Mobai you mentioned! He provoked me!"

"Provoke you? He wouldn't do such a thing," replied Winston.

This made Hunter unhappy.

do you know him wellHow do you know it's impossible for him to provoke me?

Winston seemed to know what Hunter was thinking: "What did he do to make you think he was provoking you?"

"At that time, I was watching the track with Xiaoxi, and he was on the opposite side of the track, and he smiled at me like this." Hunter tilted his mouth and pulled the corners of his mouth, smiling as ugly as he could.

Winston patted him on the shoulder: "You think too much, he's not smiling at you."

"Then who is he smiling at? There are only the two of us on the opposite side, there is no one else!"

"He was smiling at the creek."

"what?"

"Okay, don't think so much. You must strive for a good position in qualifying."

"Of course!"

In the afternoon, the qualifying kicked off.

Hunter listened to the technical officer making the final instructions, and the mechanics said to Hunter: "Hey, let us be proud of the big team again!"

Hunter touched the tip of his nose and smiled, but Shen Chuan could see that he was nervous because his toes kept tapping the ground.

Shen Chuan opened his arms and patted Hunter on the back: "Hunter, you have to remember that all the glory you get is not luck, but strength. So, it will come again and again Repeat."

"Thank you." Hunter closed his eyes. He seemed to have seen every day and night of Shen Chuan and the engineering team, the adjustment of every tiniest part of the car, and every look at his desk all night.

All the noisy thoughts settled down.

Even if Winston is not by his side, even if he is not leading the way in front of him, he will not lose his direction.

He was speeding on the track, experiencing the turning point and madness of this track with his heart.

From the first quarter, Hunter has always been in the top three. The competition is extremely fierce. Charles and Owen alternate pole positions, but Hunter is stable in the third place.

"I don't know if that brat always loves to follow you, but now the driving mentality is becoming more and more like you—cold dormant, waiting for the opportunity to break free." Ferrari team manager Miller said.

"He never just followed me...but I was worried about being overtaken by him." Winston kept looking at the screen, watching the ranking situation.

Miller had never seen Winston show such an expression, as if Evan Hunter was not only his recognized opponent, but more like all his expectations and hopes.

The second qualifying session was a life-and-death atmosphere.Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and his lap time beat Owen to take the first place.Hunter, who was getting more and more in shape, showed his roaring strength in the middle of the second qualifying session, surpassing Owen and approaching Charles.

"This kid is frighteningly fast... I'm always worried that he's going to explode our car..." Marcus took a deep breath.

"No...such a thing won't happen..." Shen Chuan comforted.

Hunt passed Shire before the end of the second period to take the lead in qualifying for the first time.

At this time, Winston frowned slightly, held his chin, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Don't worry, Hunter. Just hold on."

Hunter carried that lead into the third quarter.

Racing cars roared past, and the heat wave seemed to overturn the track.

Unwilling to be left behind, Owen's lap time increased, and he overtook Charles in the middle of the third quarter, pushing towards Hunter who was on pole.

He could feel that Hunter's thoughts were gradually dominating the track. Once he became more and more confident, this confidence would become the driving force for him to spread his wings and soar, and no one could touch his wings.

Owen gritted his teeth and galloped unreservedly. With his superb cornering to save time, he finally passed Hunter and took the pole position.

This qualifying match made the audience extra excited.

Hunter held the steering wheel and didn't let go for a long time.

Owen took pole position, Hunter second, Charles third, followed by McLaren's Duchovny and Renault's Penny.Chen Mobai, who participated in Formula One for the first time, ranked sixth.

Hunter returned to the team, and Marcus clapped his hands: "Good job! Hunter! This is your best qualifying performance since entering Formula One!"

Hunter exhaled: "Sorry, I didn't get the pole position."

"Don't be so strict with yourself, even Shire and Owen can't guarantee that they will have pole position every time." The technical officer patted Hunter on the shoulder.

Hunter took the water, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Both Marcus and the technical officer could see that Hunter still hadn't let go of his nervousness.

"Actually, Hunter, you are more suitable for the role of overthrowing the throne than starting from pole position and always worrying about the chasers behind you." Shen Chuan came to Hunter's side and said.

"Thank you."

Hunter finally showed a smile.

"I'm going out for a cigarette."

"Go."

With the race starting in a few hours, Hunter was running out of time to concentrate.

He was sitting in a certain corner with his head half raised, the sound of the engine that shattered his eardrums and the undulating and winding track were still in his ears.

"Smoking, or kissing?"

Winston's voice rang in his ears, very light, very soft, with a coolness that made people feel peaceful.

Hunter turned his face sideways and replied without hesitation: "Kiss."

The man in front of him showed his usual mature and sexy smile, slowly leaned forward, and touched Hunter's lips.

Hunter, who closed his eyes and was full of expectation, chased after him and kissed him, but the other party turned his face to avoid it.

"Hey!" Hunter showed an angry expression.

"When the game is over, I will kiss you until you pass out, but not yet." Winston raised his hand, put Hunter's head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Close your eyes and completely slow you down." Let your tense emotions relax."

"But I'm afraid that once I relax, I won't be able to get nervous anymore."

"Hunter, don't try to be perfect for me. The crack is where the light comes in... We are not after the fastest speed, but control. Don't let the speed drive you, but you enjoy the speed. When you don't When you force yourself, every corner exists for you."

At this moment, Hunter felt the open-mindedness of this man, and what he was chasing was never the so-called champion.

The hot and humid temperature seemed to have cooled down, and Hunter fell asleep leaning on Winston's shoulder.

After an unknown amount of time, someone patted him on the shoulder: "Hunter, Hunter...wake up."

"Hmm..." Hunter realized something and opened his eyes suddenly.

The hot and humid air pressed against the tip of his nose and his skin, and the hustle and bustle of the racetrack moved from far to near. He seemed to have returned to this world from Winston's domain.

"I fell asleep?" Hunter couldn't believe it.

Obviously, the night before the race, he made Winston sleepless, and he couldn't sit still for a minute before qualifying. How did he fall asleep like this?

Winston still had his arms around him, stroking his cheek lightly with his knuckles.

"Isn't it good to fall asleep? When you don't care so much about the so-called championship, you are not far from surpassing it."

Looking into Winston's eyes, Hunter suddenly understood something.

He put his arms around the other's neck, and said in the other's ear: "I really want to lean on your shoulder for the rest of my life."

Winston laughed.

"Didn't you say that? I am yours everywhere, and of course my shoulders are too."

Hunter stood up and stretched.

What he wants to conquer is not Owen or Shire, let alone the so-called throne, but Winston's world.

"I'm going, remember to keep watching me."

Hunter lowered his head and looked at Winston who was sitting where he was.The other party gently lifted his hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand.

From this angle, Hunter saw his drooping and modest eyelashes seemed to sweep across his heart.

"Yes, your Majesty."

Hunter felt that this time, he had to go to heaven.

In addition to the track, Hunter wants to see this man lose control and go crazy elsewhere.

He bent down and kissed the top of his head.

"If I win this championship, you must treat me like a king."

Without waiting for Winston to reply, Hunter got up and left.

At this moment, his heart is full of fighting spirit.

This initial nervousness was completely different, he was eager to try, and he had a strong premonition in his heart.

He would go above and beyond, rushing into Van Winston's territory and steering the man's direction.

When Hunter walked back, he happened to see Charles with his racing suit hanging on his waist walking towards him.

The other party raised his chin slightly and made a gesture of cutting his throat, which was full of Charles' "crazy and cool" style.

Hunter just smiled lightly, stretched out three fingers towards him and passed by.

Two seconds later, Charles, who realized something, blushed with anger.

——This will be the third time I have won against you.

"Damn, this kid really owes a lesson!"

This isn't Hunter's first race, but it's his highest-ranked and the only one without Winston.

Hunter clasped his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes turned cold, and he looked at Owen in front of him.

At this time, Marcus looked at the screen and said to Shen Chuan on the side: "You know, every time Hunter plays, I will be very nervous. In the past, I was nervous because he had no experience, or he couldn't go all out... Later, he was too nervous, squeezed into the ranks of first-class drivers, but seemed to be self-destructed at any time due to excessive speed..."

"So what about this time? What are you nervous about?" Shen Chuan turned his face to the side and asked.

Marcus shook his head and said, "This time, I'm actually not nervous. It's like because I've already won the championship, so I don't have such big fantasies about it anymore?"

"No, it's because you trust Hunter more and more. Ever since I watched him play at Silverstone, he has never made a mistake."

When Shen Chuan said this, Marcus lowered his head and smiled.

"Yeah... Thinking about it this way, it's like a miracle."

As the five lights went out one by one, all of Hunter's distracting thoughts were filtered out of his brain. When Owen rushed out in front, Hunter's heartstrings suddenly tensed, and he started running like a slashing blade, soaring in a straight line. .

His speed reached 6KM/H in sixth gear, stretching out an arc in the eyes of the audience, and the fierce competition kicked off.

Hunter and Shire put great pressure on the leading Owen. Hunter's corner test overtaking made Owen decisively defensive driving.It was clear to Owen that Hunter was much more patient than he appeared to be.No matter how many games, this stinky boy has been biting his opponent and overtaking him in the final lap.This kind of pressure made Owen unrelenting, and on the fifth lap, he directly ran the fastest lap at the Sepang circuit from last year to this year.

Until the sixth lap, when Hunter followed Owen into the bottom of the straight, he suddenly decelerated through the first corner, and then overtook Owen in the next left corner with a clever line routing.

The audience was amazed, and even the technical officer of the Ferrari team couldn't help but marvel: "Good boy——"

Hunter and Irving drove side by side directly at the apex, but Owen finally exited the corner ahead of time with a slight advantage.

"What a pity!" Mr. Miller, the manager of the Ferrari team, sighed.

But Winston on the side said very calmly: "He is just calculating and probing."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Treated like a king—kiss, hug, hold high!

Winston: That's not the king's treatment.That's brat treatment.

Hunter: ==What about the treatment of the king?

Winston: Whip, handcuffs, Italian chandelier.

Hunter: ...I choose the little kid treatment...