Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunter took Winston to the place where he, Blue and a few young people often practice hip-hop together.

It was an open space near the basketball court in a block, and several young people could be seen playing on the basketball court.

Blue put the tape recorder back on and waved excitedly when he saw Hunter.

"Great! You're here! I thought you were going to let me go!"

"how is this possible!"

"How is it impossible? We're going to play tomorrow, and you only have one afternoon to keep up with us! Don't hold us back!" Bruce turned his face and saw Wins following Hunter. pause.

He was wearing a simple casual jacket, his legs looked slender and straight under the jeans, with one hand in his pocket, and an indifferent expression on his face.

"That...is that...Fan Winston of the Ferrari team?" Bruce looked surprised.

Hunter proudly wrapped his arms around Winston's shoulders, and said with a smile, "How about it? I'll invite Winston to be our audience!"

"My God! When did you hug Winston's thigh! It's incredible!"

"Huh?" Hunter tilted his head, "I hugged Winston's thigh?"

"This is just a metaphor! Brother, don't be angry! I'm just too excited to say anything!"

"This is a very wrong metaphor!" Hunter snorted unhappily.

Several other teammates also gathered around, all talking about taking a photo with Winston, and directly took out their mobile phones.

Hunter sighed: "Hey, although Winston and I are friends, you can't be so rude, right? I'm also a racing driver, why didn't you ask to take a photo with me?"

"Where have I never seen you since I was a child? I've been bored of watching it for a long time! What are you taking pictures with?" Bruce replied mercilessly.

Hunter rolled his eyes.

"Okay guys, time is running out. I can't practice alone!"

With Hunter's reminder, everyone finally returned to the venue.Hunter lifted his chin at Winston.

"Look, although I haven't won against you on the track yet, this is definitely my strong point!"

The music with a strong sense of rhythm sounded, and Hunter first stood side by side with Winston, watching Blue and the others perform the choreographed street dance.

The teenagers playing on the basketball court were attracted, and the passers-by also came over.

Several movements that required more arm strength were shown by Bruce. Hunter put his hips on his hips and squinted his eyes to watch seriously.

Their choreography not only reflects the rhythm of hip-hop, but also shows the strength and sexiness of men with a few crotch swinging movements.

Another movement is to turn your face sideways, lower your head, and move your hands down your waist. Bruce did it very charmingly.

At the end of the song, Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked in Hunter's direction.

"Hey, do you remember?"

"Most of them are memorized. It should be fine if you take me a few times." Hunter said.

"Haha, with Winston here watching us, I'm too embarrassed to dance!" Bruce said half-jokingly.

"Don't be embarrassed, you danced very well." Winston's voice was flat without any fluctuations.

"Hey, are you an old professor? You dance very well." Hunter said deliberately imitating Winston's tone.

"But whether you dance well or not, I don't know," replied Winston.

"You wait and see."

Hunter's replacement was diagonally behind Blue.He has a strong ability to control the rhythm. When the music sounded, he immediately followed everyone's pace.

When Hunter followed everyone on the ground with one hand, turned himself upside down, his legs flung out beautiful arcs in the air, and his T-shirt fell, the stretched and powerful waist stretched from Winston's It flashed before my eyes.

Immediately after that was the movement of swinging his hips, Hunter followed everyone in a circle, his hair raised, reflecting a period of sunlight.Then he lowered his head, put his hands on his waist together with everyone, and moved down slowly. The originally fast-paced music was slow and elongated at this moment.Hunter, who turned his face sideways, revealed the line of his neck, with a hint of youthfulness, but the shaking of his waist attracted several girls on the side of the road to take out their mobile phones.

"Ah! So sexy!"

"It's cute and sexy!"

After practicing several times, Hunter held mineral water in one hand, hooked his fingers around the round neck of his T-shirt, and came to Winston. When he sat down, Winston could just see his collarbone.

"Will it be boring to watch? It's the same over and over again." Hunter asked.

His palms were sweaty, and he couldn't unscrew it for a long time.

"No." Winston stretched out his hand, took the bottle of mineral water, twisted it lightly, and it opened.

"Ah, thank you!" Hunter raised his head, and water poured down his throat, making a gurgling sound.

The water that he didn't have time to swallow drew a line along the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin.His throat heaved, his eyes were half-closed, and the eyelashes were still dripping with water.

After drinking most of the bottle of water, Hunter turned his face sideways and found that Winston had been looking at him.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing. Your street dance is very beautiful."

"Ha! If you say you dance well, then you are really good. But to be honest, do you think it is me who dances well, or the male peacock that Bruce dances better?" Hunter's eyes seemed to twinkle like stars. , looking forward to Winston's answer.

"Bru."

Winston's answer made Bruce beside him burst out laughing.

"Winston is fair! No favoritism!"

Hunter rolled his eyes.

After a whole afternoon of practice, Hunter directly lifted the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face.

The tight but not exaggerated abdominal muscles were exposed, and soon the hem of the clothes fell down, and Hunter came to Winston, swaying mineral water.

"Aha! I can finally go back! I will treat you to a big meal tonight!"

"Ah."

"Hey, why don't you ask me what I want to treat you to?"

"Didn't you say it's a big meal?"

"...you are so boring."

As soon as Hunter took half a step forward, he was grabbed by the wrist.

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

"Am I really bored?"

Hunter was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to care about what he said casually?

He was Van Winston!

"You're really not an interesting person. But if you have a sense of humor that responds to my jokes, then it's not Van Winston. I like your not being funny." Hunter replied with a smile. He lowered his head and looked at the Winston clasped the fingers on his wrist, and suddenly gave a smirk, "When you squeezed the mineral water for me just now, I felt..."

"What do you think?"

"Your fingers are so pretty!"

After Hunter's words fell, Winston's knuckles trembled inexplicably, and he immediately let go.

"Let's go!"

Hunter took Winston to a small restaurant, and after sitting down, he immediately started ordering food, and ordered Winston's portion as well.

"I'll help you, is that okay?"

"It's ok."

"Yeah, the one I ordered is more delicious!" Hunter narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on Winston's face opposite, his eyes and the bones of his nose were coated with warmth and softened.

"Hey, let me tell you that if you date someone you like in the future, you must choose the window when you eat."

"why?"

"Because you look good in a bright place." Hunter smiled.

Winston's fingers, which were arranging the tableware, paused slightly.

After dinner, the street lights were turned on, and the night in New York was still bustling.

"Ah...sometimes it feels lonely looking up at the city lights like this."

"what happened?"

"Probably because I have always been alone. I used to drive karts to make my father proud of me. He kept telling me that one day I would be in Formula [-]. But when I did, he said Gone."

"I'll watch you," began Winston.

"Really?"

"of course."

"Then wait for me at the next corner. Believe me, it won't be long."

Hunter looked at Winston with rare determination in his eyes.

"it is good."

"Let's go, go back!"

That night, Winston and Hunter were lying on the bed in his apartment together, and the two talked about the characteristics and routing of the track until after one o'clock in the evening.

Hunter found that although Winston's words were not long, he could always point to the core and describe complex situations in the simplest and neatest language, and Hunter could quickly understand them.

Probably because it was night, Winston's voice was softer than usual, and even had a gentle meaning. Hunter just turned over and moved slightly closer to him. It didn't take long before he heard the sound of prolonged breathing.

Winston looked at his face and said softly: "Hunter."

There was no response from the other party.

The quilt was kicked below the thighs by Hunter's feet. Winston propped up his upper body and slowly pulled up the quilt.

When his fingers came to Hunter's waist, his fingertips touched his T-shirt, and slowly curled upwards, the line of the side waist appeared in front of Winston's eyes.

The moment the quilt was lowered, Winston turned his back and closed his eyes.

The next morning, Hunter's cell phone rang, but he had no intention of getting up.

Winston had already stood up, his palms were on Hunter's shoulders, and he shook them.

"Hunter, you should get up."

"Hmm...um..." Hunter murmured softly, hugged the quilt into his arms, and rolled up his body.

Winston didn't continue to call him, but got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

A few minutes later, when he returned to the bedroom, he saw Hunter still sleeping there.

"Hunter, you have a hip-hop competition today."

Hunter continued to snore as if he hadn't heard anything.

Winston put one hand on Hunter's pillow, and squeezed the other hand directly into the quilt.

All I could hear was Hunter howling all his life.

"Ah! You're going to cut off my waist!"

"Are you awake now?"

"Wake up! Wake up!" Hunter's eyes were filled with tears, "If you cut off my waist, I won't be able to participate in the competition!"

"No way," replied Winston.

"...you are such a bad guy!"

"Do you want to waste all the rehearsal yesterday afternoon?"

"In no mood!"

"Then get up quickly."

"understood!"

Hunter lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom while rubbing his waist.

Fortunately, with the urging of Winston, Hunter arrived at the hip-hop competition on time.

They were the third from last to appear on the stage. The performances of the previous teams were very eye-catching, and the audience responded enthusiastically.

"So nervous, Hunter...you won't hold back, will you?" Bruce asked uncertainly.

"You're the one holding back!"

As soon as Hunter followed Bruce out, he saw Winston sitting in the audience.

This guy won't be overwhelmed even in a crowd.

Hunter gestured a pair of scissorhands in his direction.

"Believe it or not, what Winston is saying in his heart must be that this guy is stupid." Bruce snorted softly.

"Yeah, but you still need me, a stupid person!"

When the rhythm of the music sounded, the audience exclaimed and applauded for a difficult movement by Bru, and then five people supported the ground with one hand, which was not only neat but also powerful.

They successfully won the championship of this hip-hop competition.

When the bonus was distributed, Hunter was dumbfounded.

"What? It's only [-] U.S. dollars? Each person can only get [-] U.S. dollars? My plane ticket!" Hunter felt hollowed out.

"Hey! It's not bad to have four thousand! We practiced hard for a month and also studied choreography. You only spent one afternoon!"

"Who wants my genius?" Hunter smiled mischievously.

Before Bruce could raise his fist to hit him, he was running in Winston's direction.

"Hey! Winston! Look at my winnings! Let's have a good time tonight!"

"Where do you want to go?" asked Winston.

Looking at his serious expression, Hunter suddenly became ill-intentioned.He put one hand on Winston's shoulder, leaned into Winston's ear, and said softly, "Let's go to the striptease."

He originally thought that Winston would show a different expression, or even refuse, but he didn't expect Winston to reply: "Okay."

"Okay?" Hunter looked at him incredulously, "You...you know how to appreciate striptease?"

"No, I'm going to see how vulgar your taste is."

Winston walked forward with long legs, but Hunter felt his heart throbbing.

"The dancer shouldn't be able to continue performing when she sees you."

"why?"

"it's too cold."

"Is this a bad joke?"

"No, it's very likely to be true."

Since he was going with Winston, Hunter decided to go to a better one.

"Hey, you said you earned so much money, where did you spend it?" Hunter chatted with Winston while sitting in the car.

"invest."

"What investment?"

"Funds, shares in some companies, etc."

"Well, I don't understand what you said. However, it would be great if you could invest in some bars or clubs!" Hunter showed a longing expression.

"why?"

"Send me a VIP card and let me visit for free! Life is so beautiful!" Hunter said with a natural expression.

"Is there a bunny girl?"

"Yes, there is also a bunny girl!"

"I'll think about it."

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"Isn't it true what you just told me?"

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: You said you like me sitting in a bright place, and I like you sitting in a bright place.

Hunter: Thank you!

Winston: You said you wanted VIPs in clubs and bars and I would.

Hunter: How kind of you!

Winston: So is the bunny party.

Hunter: I love you!