Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 35: I don't have rabbit ears

He wears a slim suit, looks like a teenager, but his muscle content is not low.

The accountant sat down to Hunter without saying a word, waiting for Mr. Narita's person to come back to help them.

A few minutes later, footsteps came from the corridor.

The wooden door was pushed open and a slender figure came in.

"Hunter."

With a soft voice, let Hunter, who has gone to another world, turn his face sideways. He squinted his eyes, looked up, and followed his opponent with slack eyes, until the other person walked in front of him, kneeling on one knee.

Hunt held out his finger, poked on the other person's cheek, and then smiled sillyly: "Bunny ... what are you doing here? Why are you here? Are you my bunny girl? Why does it seem to be ... yes ... ... what about Winston? "

"You're drunk." Winston reached out and supported Hunter's tilted face to support him. Hunter smirked and simply put all the weight on the opponent's palm.

His forehead was dangling, his eyes were half-covered, so bright, but his eyes were blurred.

He seemed to see the man's beautiful throat knot moving a bit, so he stretched out his hand again, touching his neck nervously with his fingers, as if determining something.

The man raised his chin like a neck, and let Hunter's fingers act wildly.

"Winston ... why are you here?"

Obviously he couldn't think at all, but what Hunter said was unexpectedly smooth.

"Don't you reply me and send me to sleep with you?"

Winston held the hand on Hunter's cheek, if his thumb stroked his lips.

"Hmm ..." Hunter closed his eyes, and seemed to think very seriously. After ten seconds, he just smirked and asked, "Do I have one?"

"You do," Winston replied.

"Hey ... hey ..." Hunter laughed, and the tip of his tongue slid out along the lip, just as Winston's fingertips were about to leave the corners of his lips, his soft tongue tipped past his fingertips.

At that moment, the eyes of the opposite man were completely darkened.

Hunt shrugged his shoulders and smiled even more proudly, his mouth said: Come on, baby.

"I'm not a bunny girl." Winston's voice was hoarse.

Hunt shook and reached out and pulled Winston's ear: "Look ... rabbit ears are here ..."

At this time, Mr. Narita's two assistants came back, and they were stunned the moment they saw Winston.

"Just send Mr. Vince back."

Having said that, Winston hugged Hunter, who was sitting there, holding his leg in one hand and clasping his back in the other, like a child-loving father holding his son to the park.

Stupid Vince pointed at the direction where Winston was leaving, stuttering stupidly: "That ... that is a monster ... I can't help him ... why he picked up Hunter all of a sudden ... ... chase him back! "

The two assistants couldn't understand what the inarticulate Vince was saying.

Winston's long legs widened, almost as if Hunt was sitting on his right arm without weight.

Hunt's neck shook with Winston's stride, and he bowed his head in confusion as he looked at the forehead and tall nose bridge.

"I just ... obviously at the bunny girl party ... Marcus ... Donald ... Luke and McGrady ... reveled together ..." Hunter stretched his arms around Winston's neck, leaning his chin lightly on his head .

Winston was already in front of the sports car. Instead of putting Hunter in the sports car, he looked up at him.

"If it wasn't for hallucinations, you wouldn't seduce me just now, would you?" Winston asked, looking into his eyes.

Hunter narrowed his eyes again and said in a very serious tone: "Wrong! Not to seduce ... Yes ... to revenge!"

"Revenge me?" Winston asked softly.

"Who are you?" Hunt asked, squinting his eyes. "It really seems like ... Winston ..."

He began to stroke around Winston's head again, searching for something.

"I'm Winston. I don't have rabbit ears."

"Oh, you are Winston! Then I ... then I will revenge those words you said to me ... the things you did ... you mess my brain!"

"for example?"

"Like ... like ..." Hunt recalled hard, but couldn't remember it.

Because his brain couldn't think.

"If you don't remember, then you'd better avenge me hundreds of times now."

Winston still hugged him, holding him high, without a trembling arm, and his eyes seemed as if Hunter was out of reach but a dream.

"Do you remember to hate me?" Hunt asked, tilting his head.

The hair on his forehead fell again, as if to be drowned by city lights.

"No." Winston's voice was still so quiet, as if tempting him to do secret but sinful things.

Suddenly, Hunt lowered his head, and his lips touched Winston's forehead.

He could feel the arms of this man supporting himself suddenly stiffening.

He made him nervous.

This sense of accomplishment made Hunt bolder.

He smiled and kissed Winston's eyes, and provoked the other's eyelids with a wicked tongue. Winston's breathing was depressed, and his face was raised high, as if he wanted to give himself to this arrogant young man people.

"What do you like most about me?" Winston asked softly.

"Eyes." Hunt smirked and continued to smash kisses into his eyes.

"Why like?"

"Because ... it's like burning blue ... blue ... glacier ..." Hunt's head shook.

"This is different from what you said to Nicky. Which description is true? Which one is false?" Winston asked again.

"Nick ... who is Nicky?" Hunter asked.

"You will really please me. Knowing that I don't like you remembering other men, so you deliberately pretend to clear your head?"

"Um ... uh ..."

The state of excitement after the drink seemed to be over, Hunter pulled his head and was about to lean back.

Winston, holding Hunter up, just wanted him to come back briefly.

"Hmm ..." Hunt opened his eyes impatiently and looked at each other.

"Kiss me, Hunter. Kiss me and I believe everything you say is true. I'll let you sleep well."

Hunt frowned, his cheeks pressed against Winston for a long time but he didn't know where to kiss. Winston suddenly turned his face, kissing his lips with a kiss, and the tip of his tongue couldn't refuse to squeeze into his mouth. Sucking uncontrollably.

The tremendous power let Hunter's head tilt backwards, Winston put him on the front cover of Ferrari, clasped his head, as if the traveler who was on the verge of death finally found the source of water, Hunter All the wetness between the lips and tongues is robbed by the other party.

The domineering breath made Hunt subconsciously reject the man.

As if offending the other party, the kiss became more aggressive, like the prelude to a brutal war. The intensity of the stir made Hunt unable to resist, and his thoughts became fragile.

The other side withdrew from his lips, pinched his neck, and kissed his chin as if to eat him.

There was a voice not far away, and someone came to pick up the car nearby.

Winston stepped back and exhaled.

Hunter finally closed his eyes as he wished, and fell forward, resting his forehead against Winston's chest, making a gentle breathing sound.

Winston's hands were on his side, and it seemed as if he could not help but destroy the fool who trusted him to sleep peacefully.

It wasn't until Hunt fell down Winston and saw that he was about to fall off the front cover, and Winston reached out to support him.

He picked him up, put it in the co-pilot position, and pulled up his seat belt.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes, undefended, as if anyone could easily take him.

Winston kissed again, licked his lips, kissed the corners of his lips, and finally he couldn't bear it and put his tongue in again.

Hunt hummed softly.

Winston leaned against his forehead, as if a voice squeezed from the gap between the teeth, and asked, "May I want you?"

Hunt tilted his head and found a more comfortable angle to sleep.

Winston pulled up the corners of his lips and lowered his head and smiled slightly.

The black ferrari walked slowly in the night wind.

Tokyo at night is dressed up as daylight with various colors of neon lights and LeD advertising screens.

The car stopped at the crossroads, Winston turned his face, and flicked Hen's hair gently with his fingers, then reached into his head uncontrollably, holding him up, even if there were more than ten seconds left He kissed him hard during the time.

Near midnight, Winston finally drove to the hotel where Hunter was staying.

He took Hunter out and walked into the elevator with a surprised look at the front desk of the hotel.

At the door of the room, Winston found his room key and put him on the bed.

He took off his shoes and socks for him, and Hunter's face sank almost completely into the pillow. One of his hands pulled up the hem of his shirt and twisted uncomfortably, because the suit restrained him.

Winston leaned on Hunter's pillow with one hand and leaned down, kissing from his forehead to his ear: "May I help you take off your suit and shirt?"

"Ok……"

"May I want you?"

"Hmm ..." Hunter tilted his head, exposing his beautiful neck.

Winston picked him up, took off his suit, and threw it aside.

Hunter's eyes opened a seam, and he faintly saw Winston's fingers unbuttoning his shirt.

Then he smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Winston asked.

"... your ... fingers look so good ..."

He squinted and continued to laugh, but Winston reached out to cover his eyes, and a fierce kiss struck again, making Hunter almost unable to breathe. He struggled, pushing his opponent's chest sideways, but no matter where he leaned, Winston's aggressive kiss was like a shadow.

His knees curled up, then he kicked hard.

Winston's palm struck his leg directly.

Hunter braced his upper body and kept backing.

And Winston's arm was on his side, constantly moving forward, pressing hard.

Until Hunt's back rested on the bedside, he had to straighten his back, and Winston's kiss forced him to lift his chin with a bottom-up force.

His fingers clasped Hunter's hand, tightening slowly, holding Hunter firmly.

The original madness and dryness gradually slowed down due to Hunt's dodge. Winston's tongue gently hooked the other side, restraining the desire to oppress the other side, calming and guiding.

Hunt, who had originally tried to push his tongue out, gradually gave up his resistance, and the battle between the lips and the tongue like a dying life finally became entangled.

"Well ..." Hunt made a soft, comfortable voice in his throat.

Winston licked and kissed his tongue as best he could, comforting the aggrieved child, until the Hunter scholar entangled him.

Winston's shoulders stiffened, and he closed his eyes and twitched his throat. This pleasant feeling meant that he was under the control of Hunt.

He stepped back, but Hunter closed his eyes and stretched his neck, sucking and kissing.

At that moment, Winston shoved him away, clutching his shoulders with both hands, suppressing his impatient breath, and asked, "Do you know who I am, Hunter?"

"..." Hunter looked at him stupidly, grinning a little, and going to kiss him again.

"I'm not a bunny girl. If you can't tell who I am, I won't let you kiss me again."

The voice of the other party was like dizzying red wine, and it was slightly cold with fatal temptation.

"... Lilith ... you are my Lilith ..." Hunter's expression came to a sudden realization.

"I'm not your Lilith." Winston said.

Hunter was suddenly anxious, and he forwarded stupidly, clasping Winston's hands and crushing them on the mattress.

Winston's wrist moved, but Hunter showed an annoyed expression, like a kid grabbing a toy, pressing Winston's wrist even harder.

"You are! You are Lilith! I remember ... I remember ... your kiss ... that's it ... that's how you kiss me ..."

"I'm not Lilith ..."

Winston's words hadn't fallen yet, and Hunter stooped down, biting Winston's lower lip hard.

"Hmm ..." Winston tried to break Hunter, but Hunter licked the tip of his tongue where he had bitten him.

Winston's shoulders froze, and he let Hunter press himself, letting him push his tongue into his teeth, as if to find something between Winston's lips and teeth, but couldn't find anything. Kissing Winston's cheek, his chin, everything got messed up.

Hunter bit Winston's neck and sucked hard, as if he could drink his blood through Winston's skin.

Winston shook off Hunt's puppet and lifted his head hard.

"Look, I'm Vann Winston."

Hunt stared blankly forward, his breath still smelling of sake.

"... If it's Winston ... Winston can't be kissed ... Winston ... I hate you, hate ... you attract women more than you, hate ... hate I'm naive compared to you Kid! I hate you for being more **** and mature than me ... hate your temperament, hate everything for you! "

Hunt's voice was full of grievances and unwillingness.

Winston supported Hunter's shoulders, looked at him for a long time, and then said, "Sorry, Hunter ... don't be mad at me. You will become better and better, and more and more People admire you, like you ... just me ... just I can't stand other people occupying your mind ... I can't stand you to like others. I'm not as good as you think ... but don't hate me. Don't use You hate to torture me. "

"Even if I get better, I can't catch up with you! I can never be confident with you! I hate you! I want to break up with you!" Hunter called out in a very wayward voice.

Winston's hand supporting Hunter's shoulder trembled slightly.

"I want to break up with you!"

Hunt shouted like an oath.

Winston's hands suddenly couldn't hold him, Hunter fell and fell on Winston's body.

Winston closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Hunter suddenly stretched out his arm, held Winston firmly, and put his head on his cheek.

"... but you can't leave me."

"You said you would break up with me," Winston said.

"Yes. But you can't leave me!" Hunt's voice was impertinent.

"You want to break up with me ... why can't I leave you?" Winston asked.

"Yeah ... I want to break up with you ... but you can't leave me ..."

"... You are so bad."

Winston's voice was soft, said against Hunt's cheek.

"I want to break up with you ..."

"I see. You want to break up with me, but I still can't leave you."

"Right ..." Hunt muttered.

"You are so bad, I will take revenge."

"Ok……"

He stumbled back.

Winston turned his face, and didn't seem to want to see the guy lying on the pillow.

The next second, he dragged him towards himself, Hunter's jaw leaned back, and unknowingly, he bumped into Winston's arms.

At noon the next day, Hunter smashed his mouth and rolled over, and then fell without weight. He lay on the ground, his jaw hurting and tears.

He sat up stupidly, still buzzing in his head, and just touching his hands on the ground, he saw his suit jacket and unbuttoned shirt twisted like a rag.

His last impression was eating Japanese food and sake in "Tiger White".

"Ah ... Sake is terrible ..." Hunter looked around, saw his suitcase, and determined that he must have been returned to the hotel room after being drunk.

Hunt's mind was still stuffy, but whether it was lips or tongue, there was a tingling sensation.

"Sake is really scary." A slightly cold voice came from the bedside.

Hunt looked dumbfounded as he looked up.

Because Winston leaned on the bed and looked at himself.

"... you ... how are you here?" Hunt got up and realized that he was wearing his favorite pajamas.

"Who sent me a text message yesterday to sleep with him?" Winston raised an eyebrow.

"Ah ..." Hunt opened his mouth halfway. "You're kidding me, I'm going back ..."

"Who drunk me and kissed me for revenge?"

Winston straightened up, looking at the completely stupid Hunter.

Instantly, some impressions came intermittently into Hunt's mind.

He seemed to have the impression that he had kissed someone.

A voice in his mind seemed to say to him: Revenge this man! Make him as helpless as himself! It's best to let him think about something out of bounds like himself!

"Who chased me when I changed clothes for him?"

"Impossible! I don't remember this at all!" Screamed Hunter.

"The first two are real." Winston turned to look at Hunter. "So you really want to get revenge on me."

God ... what did he do to Winston?

This guy will kill him!

"I'm sorry ... so Li Shang came back ... who asked you to hold me on your lap yesterday? Do you know what my nose is to yours ... is it close? It hurts my pride to do that!"

You must hurry up and down now!

As long as the reason is barely true, Winston will smile and forgive him!

"So did I stuff it in your mouth?"

Hunt didn't expect Winston's cross-examination to be colder.

Swallowing, Hunt whispered, "No ... no ..."

"So what do you retaliate against me?" Winston asked back.

Hunter had nothing to say for a moment. Obviously this guy is full of bad spots, only he knows. Speaking out, this guy will definitely say that he is stubborn, obviously a joke between men.

There is still this guy's text message stored on the phone, so large-scale, he was embarrassed to ask him what to retaliate?

"I'm sorry ..." Hunter wanted to say, "It doesn't matter what I did to you, you can do it back", but then thought of things that could not be done back, and shut up immediately.

Winston stepped out of bed, slipped over his jacket, put it on, and headed for Hunt.

Hunter was oppressed by the opponent's momentum and his heartbeat accelerated. He obviously wanted to look away, but had to look at each other.

"This race, if you can't make it to the top five, I will stuff it into your mouth."

The corners of Winston's lips slowly lifted, like a sharp blade, plunged into Hunter's heart in the gentlest way, so that he felt the feeling of torture every minute and every second but could not avoid it.

"Why ... what?"

Hunter's cells trembled.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Hunt is cute when he is drunk.

Hunter: I won't drink sake anymore.

Winston: I will only ask you to drink Japanese sake in the future.

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