Could You Not Tease Me?

"Hey, my interview here will be over in a while, can you sleep first?"

"Ok."

Hunter felt regretful in his heart, obviously he had said "continue tonight".

Although it was late, Hunter had no intention of going to sleep.Now that the room is full of gifts, let's start unwrapping them!

Hunter felt as if he was sitting under a tree unwrapping Christmas presents as a child.These are mostly sent by his fans, including sportswear, travel items... and lollipops.

"Am I like a child? Why are there so many people giving me snacks?"

toffee?Handmade chocolate?potato chips?

The only consolation is that the shape of the lollipop is normal.

There was also a relatively large gift package. When Hunter saw the note on it, it turned out to be from Lawrence Owen!No matter how you think about this gift... don't open it.

Might be pissed off.

He tiptoed it aside, opened a bag of chips, and after two bites he couldn't help it.

What will that guy Owen give him?

Not long after the game ended, Irving's gifts were sent along with the fans' gifts, indicating that this guy had been ready before the game even started.

what is it?

The more Hunter tried to hold back his curiosity, the more curious he became. He couldn't even taste the taste of potato chips.

Finally, he chose to hook the gift box back with his toes.

Ah, it's quite heavy?

Forget it, it’s already given to me anyway, if it’s something strange like last time, just throw it away!

Hunter opened the box and found that it was a tablet computer.

"Hey, Owen actually gave such... practical things?"

There is also a sticky note on the tablet, with Owen’s casual handwriting on it: Little Hunter, the hundreds of movies on the tablet are my presents to you, enjoy them and study them in depth!

"Huh? Movie?" Hunter scratched his head.

Owen not only gave himself a tablet, but also saved movies in it?

Movies don't bite, so watch it.

What is Owen's taste?

Hunter hugged the tablet computer and sat on the bedside. After starting it, he found that there were really a lot of movies in it, but the names of these movies were quite strange, such as "Midnight Madness", "Love in a Knot", and so on.

Hunter clicked on one at random. The scene at the beginning of the movie was two men working together, which was straightforward and straight to the point.

Hunter was so frightened that the tablet dropped, and at the moment of close contact with the ground, he pinched a corner with his fingers and was rescued smoothly.

His heart was beating wildly, and his face was instantly red.

"Damn Owen!"

Hunter was about to throw it aside in a huff, but the movie was still playing, and there was something irresistible about the sounds.

Hunter swallowed his saliva, thinking that it would be okay to see what tricks the two men could do!

For half an hour, the two male protagonists in the movie did not stop, and it was still a live ammunition exercise.Hunter was completely refreshed. He changed at least five or six postures in the past half an hour, and Hunter had never seen it before.

Thinking about these poses, Hunter felt pain in his joints all over his body, but the two protagonists in the movie were completely selfless. This is what really made Hunter difficult to understand.

Something that big... doesn't it hurt?

Winston had been helping him get used to it, it was just two fingers at most, any more and Hunter would start to get nervous.

Thinking of Winston's fingers, Hunter had an inexplicable reaction.There was no one else in the room, and Hunter listened directly to the voices in the movie and began to comfort himself.

But just when Hunter was very immersed, the door of the room opened!

Hunter tensed and released, and Winston in a suit walked in.Hunter hurriedly put on his pants in a hurry, but the movie on the tablet hadn't been turned off, and it was playing at the loudest time.

Winston had long legs, so he walked to the opposite side of the bed in just two or three steps, and stopped when he saw Hunter.

Hunter, who felt extremely embarrassed at first, thought about where he hadn't seen the other party, so he smiled shamelessly: "Hey...you're not here, I'll take care of it myself."

What's the big deal, I've confronted other classmates before.

The sound in the movie was still going on, Hunter stretched out his hand to close it, but Winston came over, leaned down, and took the tablet over with one hand.

"You like these poses?" Winston chuckled, raised his chin slightly, hooked his fingers around the tie knot and pulled it down forcefully, the shoulders and back line immediately tightened, Hunter swallowed subconsciously.

"No... don't like..."

If you answer "like", will you still have a life in the future?

"But this is something I've always wanted to try." Winston's fingers clasped the tablet towards Hunter, his wrist twirling in an elegant arc, and the movie exploded.

Where can I try this!will die!

Winston leaned into Hunter's ear and said softly, "When I was doing it myself, I often thought of you like this."

"You...you can think for yourself, but you can't do it like this!"

Hunter looked at Winston warily.

Then the smile on Winston's lips became more pronounced.

The tablet was thrown to the ground, and Winston put one hand on Hunter's side and kissed him on the lips.

It was a seductive kiss, different from the pure instinct in the movie, where Winston's tongue seemed to burn Hunter's nerves.

"Don't watch these movies anymore." Winston said while kissing the tip of Hunter's nose.

"what?"

Thought you would want to see it too!Obviously... You know so much, you must have seen a lot!

"I can tell you what you are curious about." Winston raised his hand, buttoned the collar of his suit, and took it off.

The moment Hunter heard the sound of the suit falling to the ground, his heart skipped a beat.

"Oh……"

"I can show you what you want to see." Winston slowly unbuttoned the first button of his shirt with his fingers dazed.

"If you want to know what that feels like, I can let you know too."

Winston kissed Hunter on the lips again, and with the other hand he pulled the paper towel by the bedside, and wiped away the marks left by Hunter for him.

"I don't like it when you look at other men's bodies, you know?"

Winston's voice was very soft, as if trying to lull Hunter to sleep.

"understood."

So Hunter tossed with Winston again until it was almost dawn in the morning before falling asleep.

Exhausted, more physically exhausted than a Formula [-] race.

Before falling asleep, Hunter said to himself that he would never accept anything from Lawrence Irwin again, neither a lollipop nor a tablet!

The next day, Hunter fell asleep until eleven o'clock. He reached out and touched his side. Winston was no longer there, but Hunter touched the tablet computer from last night.

"Why is this thing still there!"

Hunter showed a displeased expression.

There is a note on the tablet with Winston's message on it: I have deleted the movie and installed some things for you that you need.

Hunter turned on the computer and found that the desktop had been replaced with the photo of himself and Winston in the London Eye.

Hunter laughed: "I like this!"

The special action movies in it have been deleted completely, leaving no residue.But there are a host of new apps, like energy management, city weather, translation, dinner party attire, and the games Hunter often plays.

"hey-hey."

If Owen is a stubborn virus, then Winston is definitely a powerful anti-virus software, leaving nothing behind.

After lunch, there were various interviews arranged by Marcus, and there was no idle time.

The next race will be held at the Sochi circuit in Russia for nearly two weeks.Hunter came to Marcus's side and asked expectantly, "Do you have a little vacation?"

If it is against other drivers, Marcus will worry that if the opponent relaxes, it will affect the state of the next race, but Hunter obviously has no problems in this regard.

The time he needs to concentrate is very short, and usually he will not give up loose physical fitness management except for sleeping in.

"Where do you want to fool around?"

"Hey." Actually, Hunter didn't think about it.Planning was what Winston was good at, not him.

"Going to play with Winston again?" Marcus raised his eyebrows unhappily.

Small and medium-sized teams like them just let their drivers do whatever they want, but why doesn't Ferrari care about their drivers?

Seems like Winston manages himself pretty well...nothing needs to be managed.

"If you want to play, you'd better go to Russia. Go to Sochi for two days. Don't delay the game. There are not a few stops, and the season will end."

"understood."

God knows if Winston has time, maybe he ended up wandering alone by Lake Baikal...

After the media event ended, Hunter sent a text message to Winston: Let's go to Moscow for two days!

Hunter was about to stuff the phone into his pocket when Winston's reply came: OK.

"Just answer 'yes'? It's really disappointing." A teasing voice sounded in Hunter's ear.

Hunter turned his face to one side and met Owen's emerald eyes.

"You...why are you here?"

"I also have an interview." Owen leaned towards Hunter solemnly, "Have you watched the movie I gave you?"

"I didn't see it." Hunter gave him a blank look.

"Impossible..." Owen still didn't intend to let Hunter go, "I bought it at a huge price."

"Eighty thousand dollars?" Hunter asked coolly.

"Twelve hundred dollars including the tablet."

Go for your big price!

"I kept the tablet and used it for fun. Winston deleted everything else." Hunter shrugged.

"What? Deleted it? Shouldn't it be the two of you lying together watching it, and then the dry fire made you unable to participate in the next competition?"

Hunter finally understood why Owen sent him those movies, it was pure revenge for surpassing them.

"Play it yourself. Or I prepare a similar tablet, download it in bulk, and give it to Charles in your name?"

"Hunter...I guess Winston must be particularly evil..." Owen said very worriedly.

"Huh? What's the matter with Winston?"

"You have been with him for a long time, and you are not innocent anymore."

Owen's expression should be more regretful and regretful.

However, Hunter didn't want to have another word with him.

As soon as they returned to the hotel room, they saw that Winston was already packing their luggage.

Hunter rested his chin and looked at each other.

The scene of Winston, who was only wearing a shirt, stretched out his arms to hook Hunter's pajama pants that had been thrown on the bed made Hunter's throat tighten for no reason.

"What are you looking at?" The bent Winston turned his face to Hunter.

"Look at you! I think I'm so lucky! You can do everything, and I don't need to use my hands or my brain."

"It's easy to get Alzheimer's like this." Winston packed Hunter's suitcase and dragged it in front of Hunter. "Let's go. I booked the ticket just now."

"It's such a late plane! I'm going to sleep on the plane again..." Hunter confirmed it, and Winston put his blindfold on the outermost side of his backpack.

"Don't you want to take the night flight?" Winston lowered his head and leaned towards Hunter with a half-smile expression on his face.

Hunter's heart skipped a beat, and his ears were about to burn again.

So this night, Hunter was made unsteady by Winston in the toilet of the flight.This time Winston was very patient and bad. After Hunter hugged his neck and said "I can't stand it", the guy took out a tissue to help Hunter wipe it clean, and the two returned to their positions.

Hunter originally thought that he could take a little rest, and would know that Winston's hand had been stretched under the blanket, harassing Hunter in public.

Hunter grabbed Winston's hand, not wanting him to move, but Winston leaned over and said softly, "Are you going to grab me like this when you get off the plane?"

Hunter gasped. He knew too well that Winston was so bad that the whole world could not imagine, so he could only grit his teeth and try not to make any noise to make the other party mess up.

When the plane landed, before Winston stopped, Hunter's heart almost jumped out.

It was not until the notification that the luggage rack could be opened sounded that Winston finally stopped.

Hunter could barely stand up.

God knows what he was afraid of if the flight attendant found something on the blanket.

Walking in the aisle, Hunter's legs were still shaking a little. Winston was standing not far away waiting for Hunter with two people's luggage.

When Hunter finally approached, he tilted his head and said, "Do you want me to carry you away?"

"You can still pick me up with two luggage? Come on, give it a try!"

Hunter was already a little annoyed by the opponent's lack of restraint.

Who knew that Winston asked Ling: "Will you still take night flights in the future?"

"Sit!" Hunter passed Winston angrily.

When they took a taxi to the hotel that Winston had booked, the scenery along the way amazed Hunter.

The buildings here are elegant and imposing, mainly in warm colors, the streets extend outward in a circular shape, and the green trees on the boulevards and the warm-colored buildings set off each other.

Hunter became sleepy, and soon fell asleep against Winston.

Winston didn't speak, and quietly let him lean on him, and occasionally when he turned a corner, he would reach out and gently press Hunter's face.

Winston was always very particular about the quality of life. He booked the Metropolitan Hotel in Moscow, which was not only close to the Red Square and the Kremlin, but also could hear the sound of the piano playing in the lobby.

While Winston was checking in, Hunter stretched.

"Do you want to sleep in your room for a while, or go out for breakfast with me?"

"Eat breakfast! Then go play!"

After all, Hunter is young, and in addition to training in his life, he is racing, which also makes him particularly want to play.

If I go back to my room to sleep again, I will sleep away the free time I have had so much trouble.

Winston did not take Hunter to have breakfast in the hotel, but chose a small restaurant by the roadside.

Sitting by the glass window, Hunter ate Russian crepes, turned his head, and looked out the window.

At this time, you can see many Russian beauties with blond hair and high nose passing by.

Hunter sighed softly.

He maintained this position until the pancake in his hand was finished, and then subconsciously reached out to find the ham and cheese bread.

It's just that he couldn't find it for a long time. When he looked up, he found that Winston was looking at him, and the dining basket with the bread had been moved to Winston's hand.

"Are Russian beauties pretty?" Winston asked softly.

Hunter's heart trembled.

"No...it doesn't look as good as you..."

"Really? But you all looked at them, and you didn't even glance at me."

Winston's features were soft in the Moscow morning light.

But Hunter had a bad feeling.

"I... I want to see you for the rest of my life, so don't mind taking a little time to see the beauties! I don't know how to touch them!"

"What did you say?" Winston propped his chin, and tapped the fingers of his other hand on the dining basket lightly.

"...I don't know how to touch them..."

"The first sentence," Winston reminded.

"The first sentence?" Hunter couldn't remember what he said at all.

But if he couldn't remember it, Winston would surely upset Hunter in his own way for a long time.

"It's fine if you don't remember it." Winston pushed the dining basket in front of Hunter.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and he had a more charming, mature and tolerant temperament than those beauties outside the window.

"I will watch you forever." Hunter said.

Then Winston turned away and smiled.

He had a nice smile, and Hunter's heart beat faster.

"You never remember what you said when you were humming."

"So what I just said is not nonsense."

Hunter took the ham and cheese bread and bit down hard.

Winston accompanied him to Moscow's Red Square and the Kremlin.This was the first time that Hunter didn't ask Winston to take a picture of him in scissorhands with his mobile phone, because he knew that when he didn't pay attention, Winston would definitely leave his best appearance.

In the afternoon, they went to the Pushkin Museum.

Artworks from all over the world are exhibited here.

Hunter didn't have much artistic talent. He looked around with his pockets in his pocket, while Winston savored carefully in front of each painting.

"Just now the narrator said that the place was renamed in memory of Pushkin. Pushkin is a poet, right?" Hunter came to Winston's side, leaning on him but not daring to exaggerate.

"That's right, you also know that Pushkin is a poet." Winston turned his face to the side and smiled slightly.

Hunter also smiled: "What poems did Pushkin write, Mr. Winston, who graduated from Eton College?"

To speak English poetry, Winston knew it was not surprising.

And what about the poems of Russian poets?

The smile on the corner of Winston's lips seemed to become more obvious. He leaned into Hunter's ear and whispered, "You are the cutest. I didn't have time to think about it when I said it, but after thinking about it, I still said it."

His breath slid past Hunter's ears, and Hunter's face quickly turned red.

"This is a museum, what are you talking about..."

"This is Pushkin's poem. But what are you thinking?" Winston's ending voice was drawn out, and Hunter's heart also itch.

"I didn't think of anything."

Hunter immediately turned and left.

Winston was always not far behind him.

When they left the museum, Hunter looked back subconsciously.

"I heard that Pushkin died in a duel for his wife," Hunter said.

"Well. But in fact, this duel was a trap set by the Tsar to get rid of Pushkin." Winston said.

"Oh... that's right. But if someone wants to snatch you away from me, I will definitely fight the opponent regardless. It doesn't matter if it's a trap or not."

Hunter, walking ahead with his pockets in his pocket, realized after a few seconds that Winston had not followed, and turned around to find that Winston was still standing where he was.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Hunter asked, tilting his head.

"It's nothing, I just think that words like a duel are more like what I would say." Winston nodded and smiled, and walked to Hunter's side with long legs.

"Ah? You need a duel if you have a rival in love, right? Where is your rival in love?" Hunter touched the tip of his nose regretfully.

In terms of attracting the attention of both the same sex and the opposite sex, Winston is far higher than Hunter.

"If I hadn't pursued you, you would have fallen in love with many people and many times. It's just that I won't give you the chance now. But you still have the possibility of being attracted to others, isn't it? Like Lawrence Owen."

"Oh... can you not mention him?"

Hunter now feels a headache when he hears the name.

"Audrey Wilson."

"I...I don't like her anymore, I have no interest at all! You don't want to find a woman to duel, do you?" Hunter spread his hands.

Winston smiled again, tender and soft under the Moscow sunset.

"And what about those Russian beauties you saw this morning?"

Hunter was completely speechless.

He felt that he should discuss this issue with the other party.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I really won't open the presents from Owen in the future.

Winston: What if we dismantle it again?

Hunter: Take it apart again... what do you want to do?

Winston: If you dismantle it again, I will make a movie with you and show it to you every day.

Hunter: ... I will have a psychological shadow when I hear the word "movie" in the future!