Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 28: do not leave me

"Hey! Winston!" Hunt squinted and waved, "I just wanted to show off to you just now, looking out of my room window, you can see a very beautiful lake view!"

"Winston, I didn't expect to see you here. I hope you can defend the championship." Audrey reached out to Winston.

But Winston just nodded calmly and said "thank you" softly.

Audrey was not angry, she had long been used to Winston's alienation.

But Winston came to Hunter, and said quietly, "Where do you live?"

Hunter pointed the direction of the hotel with his finger: "I don't remember the name. It's a historic hotel. You can hear the creaking sound when you walk in the room. But it's very close to the game."

"Well. We didn't stay in the same hotel this time."

Audrey standing aside was a bit surprised. It was the first time she saw who Winston was chatting with, and it had nothing to do with the game.

"You were drunk last time, did you still have a headache?" Winston turned his face to the side, his eyes dropped, and his indifferent temperament had softened at this moment.

"Are you drunk with me?" Because Audrey was nearby, Hunter was a little embarrassed near Winston, whispered, "Don't you say you'll watch me? Look at me here!" "

Hunt picked up his neckline and showed it to the other side. Although it was not as deep as before, he could still see a shallow mark if he was careful.

"I look at you all the time," Winston replied.

"Cheat." Hunter compared Winston with a middle finger. "I obviously called you, but you ignored me at all!"

"I ignored you, who brought you back to the hotel. Didn't you feel good about it?"

Winston's questioning left Hunter speechless.

"Aren't you happy?" It was as if he wouldn't rest without hearing Hunter's answer. Winston turned his face to the side and almost put it on Hunter's cheek.

His voice was soft, like a hand, stroking over and over where Hunter couldn't hold it.

The hot and wild kiss, the danger of being possessed that made him unable to breathe struck like addiction. He blushed.

"Yes ... yes ... it's a mess, so sorry ..." Hunt sighed.

"Then enjoy it next time when you are awake." Winston's voice was still cool. It seemed that they were discussing whether to put basil on macaroni tonight.

Also, how did Winston's words sound like kissing him that night and letting him be released several times ...

Hunt raised his hand to cover his eyes. I don't dare to think of such a thing ... If his little Hunter dares to get close to Winston's lips, Winston will definitely start with a knife and fall sharper than crossing the finish line.

It really hurts to think about it!

Although they didn't chat loudly, Audrey was not sure what they were talking about, but when Winston posted to Hunt, the picture was like earrings. She never dreamed that one day Winston would be so close to someone personal.

"You seem familiar?" Audrey smiled.

Is the racer that Hunt mentioned just now Winston? This is incredible.

"Well." Winston said quietly.

"You are special today. Also, forget to wish you a happy birthday." Although Audrey was curious about the relationship between Hunt and Winston, she could also feel that she could not fit into them.

"Today is your birthday?" Hunt looked at Winston.

But Winston just nodded and said "thank you" to Audrey.

"Then I leave first. There is not enough light, and the photos are not good. See you after the game, Hunter."

Audrey blinked and turned away.

At this time, Hunter was excited: "Audrey said just now that she wanted to give me a one-on-one interview after the game!"

"Do you like her?" Winston asked.

"Does any man dislike women like this?"

As soon as Hunt had finished, Winston turned and walked away with his long legs.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Do you like her too? Then you weren't cold or hot just now?"

Hunt chased after him, standing alongside Winston.

But Winston didn't even give him a look.

"Hello ... I'll be far from her in the future! I love her again, I'm sure you are more important!"

"Little liar." Winston's voice was cool, but Hunter could feel the guy was not angry.

"Where did I lie?"

"You're saying she's far away from her now ..." Winston suddenly turned to his face, fingers caught Hunter's chin, and picked in his own direction. Unexpected Hunter took a small step. When she shows a little affection for you, you can't wait to give yourself to the other party. "

"Hey-don't be so restless as I think!"

Hunt wanted to turn his face sideways, avoiding Winston's fingers, and it was clear that when Audrey jokingly hooked her chin just now, Winston saw it all.

Just don't look at Winston's slender fingers, but they are very powerful. Hunt's jaw hurts a bit.

"Who can shoot just by kissing?"

Hunt's eyes widened.

That night the kiss was so strong that he didn't hold back ...

"You ... you guys don't look at you right?"

Didn't Winston stand outside the tent?

Did Lilith tell him?

Winston didn't answer him, just released Hunt's chin and kept walking.

Hunt found sadly that he had another piece of dark history known to Winston.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Go to your room."

"Go to my room?"

"Don't you say that the scenery on your windowsill is good?"

"It's getting dark, what else can you see!"

But think again, today is the other party's birthday, and Hunt is sorry again.

Winston gave him a lot, but he had nothing to give each other.

"Let's go and see if we can buy a cake?" Hunt said.

"I don't have a special birthday."

"Do I want to eat butter? I had a 19th birthday and it happened to be a game, and the results were not good. No one remembers my birthday at all."

"Then buy one."

They walked to the dim sum shop on the side of the road. This is not a bustling city, and the cakes are very simple.

Back in the room, Hunter put the cake on the table, pointed at the furnishings in the room and said, "Isn't it very antique? Even the wardrobe will squeak when it is opened!"

"Well." Winston came to the window, and there was a dim reflection of the moon on the lake in the distance.

"How is your room?"

Hunter asked as he opened the cake box.

"Presumably because it is about to welcome the passenger flow during the Grand Prix, it has been renovated. It doesn't like it."

"Oh ... you might as well order it here?" Hunt poked Winston's back with his fingers. "Hey, would you like to make a candle and make a wish?"

"No need. My wish will come true anyway."

Others say such things as "conceit." The guy said that he had a sense of righteousness.

"But I ordered you ..."

Although a bit naive, Hunter still hopes for a birthday atmosphere.

"okay then."

Winston walked to the table from the window and sat down.

Hunt had been dishonest, and the cake had become crooked.

Suddenly a little worried, Winston was a perfectionist at first glance, this cake really did not meet his aesthetic.

But he closed his eyes, and there seemed to be a pious wish between Anning's brows.

Hunter suddenly felt that Winston was beautiful. It seems that all the media's comments about this man's "cold and unfriendly" were nonsense.

When Winston's eyes opened, Hunter hurriedly looked away.

"Hey, what wishes do you make?"

"Don't you know it won't work?"

"Cut ... you take it seriously!"

Hunt couldn't wait to start digging out the cake with a plastic fork, and didn't plan to eat until Winston cut it.

Anyway, this guy doesn't hate his saliva.

"However, only you can fulfill my wish."

Hunt paused, and suddenly remembered Winston once said: I am waiting for you in the next corner.

There was a warmth in my heart.

"Well, I will let your wish come true."

Winston gave a "hum" lightly, raised the fork, and scooped the cake down.

"If only we had two more beers!"

"Drinking beverages are prohibited before the game."

"It's not yet before the match! It will take two days for the practice match!"

"Also don't touch alcohol when the Grand Prix is approaching."

Hunter is helpless ... Who was watching him drunk in the last two days?

"Then do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Hunter asked with a fork, and accidentally bit the plastic fork.

With a stunned expression, he flipped through the box and found that there were no extra forks ... heart jammed.

"There is a technical meeting at ten."

Winston scooped a cake with a fork and reached Hunter's lips.

"Me too, how are you going back to your hotel in a while?"

As soon as Hunter had finished speaking, the cake was stuffed in his mouth.

"Well……"

"I can go back for a walk."

"Well. But handsome guys like you must be careful. There are a lot of crazy car fans in the neighborhood. When you walk on the tree-lined path covered by night, you are suddenly attacked by them, saying that every day should not ..."

Hunter was talking vigorously, and Leng Buding was again stuffed with cake.

"Well……"

This cake was originally for you!

"you eat."

"Don't you want to? It's halfway there," Hunt said with a Winston plastic fork.

The other half opened his mouth and watched as Hunter didn't speak.

Hunter rolled his eyes in his heart, this guy is here again ... this is the case with a cigarette, and so is the cake.

Watch me sick to death!

Hunt smirked and deliberately licked the fork in front of the other person, then scooped the cake and reached out to the opposite side.

You have the ability to eat!

If you do n’t feel sick, eat it!

The next second, Hunter's wrist was clasped, and the force dragged him forward, and Winston took the cake and ate it unconsciously.

He raised an eyebrow and seemed to be saying: What else can you do?

Hunt acknowledged that he was disappointed.

He had thought he could see Winston's unhappy expression, or he always thought that many things Winston could not stand, but he found that the opponent's bottom line was far beyond his imagination.

"You seem disappointed?"

"How come!" Hunter laughed. "I feel honored!"

"What honor?"

"I'm honored that you don't mind eating my saliva!" Hunt made a mean expression on purpose.

"You are the only one."

"Really? I feel so special? No one has been so good to you wearing a pair of pants, drinking a bottle of beer, watching each other together while watching a movie?"

"The first two were there, the last was never."

Winston's eyes dropped, and Hunt's heart hurt inexplicably.

"If you said that you hadn't watched the movie before, I believe it. But if you play so high, I don't think you're not looking at yourself while watching the movie."

"I can think of you coming." Winston raised his chin.

Hunt showed a helpless expression: "You give up on yourself like this, be careful I also give up on treatment."

"I look forward to it."

"Then I'm curious. Who is good enough to wear a pair of pants and drink a bottle of beer with you?"

"He left me," Winston replied.

"Leaving you? Can't stand the way you take for granted an embarrassing joke?" Hunter asked half-jokingly.

"One day while I was reading at the bedside, his team manager called to tell me that he was driving with an engineer on the team and hit a telephone pole."

Not everyone could see his emotions in Winston's eyes.

But at this moment, Hunter knew that the guy who drove into the electric pole was not the same as all the embarrassing cold jokes that Winston had said before.

"I'm not that curious ... Today is your birthday and we can talk about something happy."

"He used to make me happy." Winston looked at Hunt, his voice was always flat, "but I never realized it before I could never see him. I thought we had happier times , But it's gone. "

Hunt opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Winston also changed his posture, propped his chin, and looked at Hunt.

In this sight, Hunt felt as if he had gone to another world.

"Hunt, I want to tell you."

"Okay, I listen to you."

"When I first met him, it was also a charity dinner. Everyone was talking. Suddenly a fire broke out, and the guests flocked to the exit. I didn't even see the smoke in the air Nothing but the smell of alcohol. "

"Did someone misfire the fire?"

"Well. I was calm at the time, thinking that when people realized that it was a false positive, everyone would calm down. But suddenly someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd. That person kept pushing hard Dragging me, I've never been pulled like this, it feels special. "

"Did he pull the wrong person?" Hunter asked curiously.

"Yes. He turned his head to look surprised when he saw me in the gap between the heads, and his dinner party companion sweared at him not far from the middle finger."

Winston's eyes softened, and even the corners of his lips fell slightly.

"This buddy is miserable. His girlfriend must have thought he had left her and ran away."

"Um ..." Winston closed his eyes, his smile was more obvious. "But he knew he had pulled the wrong person, and he still didn't let go of my hand. Then I asked him why."

"I guess ..." Hunt tilted his head, simulated the scene in his head, and laughed. "Did he say that, anyway, he was pulled by the wrong person, and he was unwilling to avoid being misunderstood by a female companion. It is better to hold it." The longer you go, the less you lose. "

"Yes, he answered that."

"what?"

Is he really guessing right?

"Later, we often smoked before the game together, discussed the performance of the field and the skills of other drivers together after the game. We played tennis, mountain climbing, and went to see the Aurora together ... until one day he asked me whether I would be with us When I came out to barbecue, I said that I wanted to go to bed earlier. He said on the phone that my daily routine was like an old man. "

"You just act like an old man."

Hunter smiled sharply. Whether it was Montreal's warehouse bar or London's "Lilith Night", Winston was not as cold as he was.

"I leaned on the bed at nine o'clock, looked at a book, and received the call ... The other side told me that he drove into a telephone pole and it smashed down, smashing his old jeep ... … I think the thing on the phone side should be someone else's thing, it should have nothing to do with him, and it should not be true. I think I should finish reading my book, then turn off the light and go to bed, and I can hear that the next day Guy's voice, all this is a dream. "

"Winston ..."

"I was speeding that day, and my convoy told me that several traffic policemen chased me on motorcycles ... but I still didn't catch up with him. I saw many people I knew in the hospital corridor crying. The doctor cleaned up the blood on his face, and covered him with a white cloth. I said to myself, maybe it wasn't him ... he might still be in the operating room, although he was injured but maybe Within a few hours the doctor would come out and tell us that he was out of danger. But even if it was covered with a white cloth, I knew that line, it was him. "

Hunt's eyes blurred.

Everything seemed to be immersed in the cold water, spreading around, there was no escape.

"Someone said to me, don't pull the cloth away, don't look at it ... but how could I not look at it? I opened it little by little, saw my familiar soft hair, saw his childish forehead, and saw that The huge wound that killed him, I can't help thinking, does he hurt? Did he think of me when he hurt? "

Winston's voice was still so smooth, but Hunt saw his shoulders tremble.

"Okay, Winston ... I see ..."

Hunter extended his hand and pressed his palm against his cheek.

"I called his name. Over and over, he never opened his eyes to look at me. I hugged him tightly, just like every time he got a good ranking and flew over to hug me, full of expectations ... but No response. I feel that as long as I cry and make a sad look, the **** will immediately sit up and laugh at me, proudly saying how good his makeup is, how hard he can hardly stand still! I clenched his hand, imagined that his fingers would suddenly tremble, just like holding me for the first time, hold me tightly ... Hold me tightly, and tell me that if you don't hold me for a long time, he will lose It's ... "

Hunter stood up, went to Winston's side, and hugged him tightly.

"After that, every second of my life was in doubt. Suspecting that I was still dreaming, wondering why the **** didn't make a phone call to wake me up."

We are born alone, and we get used to it.

If we have ever been warm, then the loneliness will crush us hundreds of times.

"... I sat on my bed countless times and thought, when was the last time I saw him? What did he say to me? What did we do together? But I can't remember. Hunt ... It turned out There will really be someone in life who hasn't said goodbye but met for the last time. "

Winston's face rested on Hunter's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Well ... like my father, like your friend." Hunt's heart moved, paining with Winston.

"Don't do the same thing to me again, Hunt."

"it is good."

"No matter what I do, no matter how angry you are ... don't leave me ..."

"it is good."

Hunt held Winston closer, he didn't know how to comfort him.

Winston's arms looped around Hunter's waist, and he pressed closer to Hunter's chest than before.

"Never forget what you promised me."

"of course."

At this moment, Hunter clearly felt that Winston was dependent on himself.

Obviously as strong as him, but relying on himself like a child.