MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 51 Persian Gulf Night

Not to mention that when his leg was stretched in, Winston's knuckles of his fingers almost touched his ankle all the way up to the waist, the touch, as if directing the flow of blood throughout his body.

What Hunt wanted most at this moment was to pass out immediately.

He couldn't maintain his balance. When he fell to one side, Winston reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Powerful and robust.

When the pants were on, Winston pressed his fingers around the corners of the shirt and pressed them into the waist against Hunt's body.

He could also feel the temperature of Winston's fingers and palms across the fabric of the shirt-the illusion was so hot.

Hunt thought that must be because he was hot.

Winston's finger came to the middle of his waist and fastened the button for him.

"All right."

The faint sound made Hunter wake up from his dream.

God knows that he doesn't want to go for a seafood meal at all now, just want to grab this guy's shoulder and do whatever he wants.

How he wanted to rush into the bathroom, because he knew he could just release his eyes by thinking of Winston's face.

Marcus was still indifferent, Winston took the phone directly from his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Marcus, this is Winston."

There was a sudden silence for three seconds.

"Ah ... Winston ... Are you with Hunt?"

"Yes. He just buckled the wrong button, so he lost his temper. But it has nothing to do with you. We will return to New York on time. Please rest assured. Is there anything else I need to convey?"

Winston's voice was gentle, but had a majestic effect.

Marcus, who had been chattering, shut up suddenly.

"Oh ... nothing ... you enjoyed your holiday ..."

"Goodbye."

Winston flipped the phone and shoved it back into Hunter's hands.

"Come on, the submarine is waiting for us." Winston walked towards the door.

Hunt followed quickly.

This was Hunter's first submarine ride. He sat at the window, leaning his forehead against the window, and staring at the coral debris on the sea floor.

Occasionally some fish passed by, and Hunter's gaze followed them.

Winston stayed beside him quietly.

When they arrived at the underwater restaurant, Hunt let out a disappointment.

"Do you like submarines?" Winston asked.

"It doesn't matter how much I like, I find it very interesting."

When he was young, his father was too busy, and Hunter never even visited the aquarium.

"It might be a good idea to buy a submarine."

Winston squeezed his pockets and said in a casual tone.

"What do you buy a submarine for?"

Hunt thought that this guy from Winston was really rich and had nowhere to spend.

"Hunter, what would you do if you had a submarine?" Winston asked.

"Am I ..." Hunter thought about it, then leaned on the other side vaguely. "If I have a submarine, I will lock you in and make you unable to go anywhere, like raising a Winston!" "

Hunt looked into Winston's eyes carefully, trying to find his emotions.

But Winston only looked at Hunter, his vision seemed to be integrated with the vast ocean outside the submarine.

"If it were me, there would only be a bed in my submarine, and the wine cabinet was full of Japanese sake, and then my sheets rolled with my lover day and night. Under the deep sea, my lover could not go anywhere. "Winston's voice was cold, but it sounded crazy and hot in Hunter's ears.

"... put ... put on the bed, I can understand, what does sake storage do? Shouldn't it be Lafite in 1982 or something?"

"Probably so far, Japanese sake works best."

"Why do I think you're satirizing me? Don't you still remember that I drunk you and bit you last time?"

"No." Winston raised his chin and motioned for Hunter to leave the submarine.

This underwater restaurant is like a miracle to Hunt.

Above their heads are the sea waters of the Persian Gulf, and various aquatic creatures leisurely swim over them.

Hunt kept his head up: "Winston, look, Turtle!"

"Um." The opposite man supported his chin, without any intention of looking up, just looking at the excited Hunter on the opposite face.

What the taste of the seafood restaurant, Hunter did not have any impression.

All he knew was that Winston was across from him.

The look of his knife and fork in his hands, the smile of his lowered eyebrows, and the occasional raising of his eyes in response to his look, did not want to miss Hunter.

Winston looked up and asked.

"I eat!" Hunt lowered his head and stuffed a mouthful of vanilla shrimp.

After dinner, the two took the submarine back to the hotel again.

Hunter still looked out of the window intently, but he really wasn't looking at the living creatures, but the shadow of Winston's reflection on the glass.

The illusion is that Winston on the glass seems to be looking at himself all the time.

This feeling made Hunt feel warm and hearty.

When they returned to the hotel room, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Last night, Hunter, who hadn't slept all night, was feeling tired.

He stretched out on the sofa, squinting at the ceiling, falling asleep for dozens of seconds.

Hunter's sofa sunk slightly, and he knew it was Winston sitting beside him.

The chaotic thoughts had cleared up, Hunt continued to close his eyes and feel the existence of Winston.

The other reached out and rubbed Hunter's head.

"Don't sleep here. I'll give you a bath and go to bed." Winston's voice was soft, as if coaxing someone.

"Um ... uh ..." Henry nodded.

The sound of the water coming out, Hunter turned his face to look at the gap in the bathroom door, just to see Winston sitting on the edge of the bathtub, stretching his arms to adjust the water temperature.

Hunt coughed in his heart.

Because he suddenly wanted to push the man into the bathtub just like this, watching him drown in hot water, and then stood up to show an angry look ... though it was almost impossible for Winston to be angry.

Then he swaggered in, listening to the water flowing from the edge of the bathtub, and sitting on the cold man, suppressing him and doing whatever he wanted.

When the sound of the water stopped, Winston stood up and walked back to Hunter's side. His palms covered Hunter's cheek, and he patted him gently. "Go."

"Oh ..." Hunter opened his eyes reluctantly, first pulling his bow tie and discovering that he couldn't, he suddenly thought of something, and lazily dragged Winston's cuff, crooked his face and said, "Help me?"

Winston, who was reading a text message, looked up and looked at Hunt. A few seconds passed without moving.

Hunt was disappointed.

Just as Hunter was going to untie the bow tie himself, Winston put down the phone and leaned over to lean towards him, his fingers hooking into the edge of the bow tie and pulling it loose.

Looking at Winston's eyes and his hair dangling slightly with his movement, Hunt had the urge to kiss each other again.

Winston removed his bow tie and, by the way, unbuttoned the first button of the shirt.

His fingers slid across Hunter's throat, and Hunter swallowed subconsciously. It seemed that the skin was touching the other's fingers when the throat was undulating.

Winston put his hand down. "Okay."

Hunter was disappointed, moved, or lazily said, "You just untie me ..."

However, Winston continued to pick up the cell phone to check the text message, and did not look at him at all.

"Untie yourself."

Without knowing why, Hunt felt Winston's voice a little cold. Could it be that he asked him to "help", and he was not happy?

Hmm ... forget it.

Hunter stood up slowly and glanced at Winston's intently replying to the text message, suddenly a bit of bad eyes.

As Hunter walked to the bathroom, he took off his clothes and let them fall to the ground without any intention of picking them up.

Blazer, shirt, trousers ...

He walked into the bathroom, threw his **** everywhere, stepped off his legs, and stepped into the warm bathtub.

He knew that Winston would not allow mess, and this guy would frown and pick up the clothes all over the floor.

The thought of Hunt made him happy.

The hot water was so comfortable that he was drowsy and soon fell asleep.

Vaguely, Hunter seemed to hear someone knock on the bathroom door.

"Hunter? Are you asleep? The water is getting cold, come out early."

It was Winston's voice.

Hunter sat up and felt the water really cold.

"Okay! I'll come out!"

Hunt was about to get up and suddenly remembered something.

"That ... Winston ... I forgot to bring my clothes in! Can you help me?"

This is Irving's advice. When entering the bathroom, never bring clothes to change or lock the door.

But ... Winston should not be interested in his figure, right?

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Winston came in, holding Hunter's clothes, and put it on the shelf. He went out without looking at Hunter or saying anything.

Hunt sighed.

See ... Irving's trick doesn't work at all!

If he had a beautiful woman like Audrey Wilson, everyone would be a tough man, what's so good about it?

Hunter held the edge of the bathtub, straightened up, and stepped out. Who knew that he slipped on his feet and completely lost his balance, he would be in intimate contact with the Porcelain floor in the most distorted and tragic posture!

But Hunter's response was quite agile. He clasped the bathtub with one hand, supported the floor with one hand, and stretched one leg against the bathtub. The other leg was stretched, and he tried to step on the slippery ground, but it was still impossible.

He knew he must look funny and ridiculous at this moment, but outside Winston heard the sound and pushed open the bathroom door.

"Hunt! Why are you ..."

Winston also seemed shocked by Hunt's appearance.

"You ... come and help me! Lift me up!"

Hunter was anxious to push hard, but that leg, no matter how straight or hard, was still stepping on the water stain on the ground.

Winston finally stepped forward, the large bathroom, he seemed to have come to Hunter's side only two or three steps, one hand clasped Hunter's waist, the other hand wrapped around to hug him.

Hunter could feel his back against Winston's chest, and the other side hugged him and placed it on the edge of the bathtub, raising his eyes to face the little Hunter.

Realizing what Hunter was covering himself immediately, Winston stood up with only a glance.

"If I were you, I wouldn't cover the front." Winston ran over the towel and put it on Hunt's body.

"Ah?" Hunter looked up at him.

"I'll cover my back. When you wear nothing naked, the back is so beautiful, it makes people want to bite up-all bite off."

Winston grinned, and walked out.

The shirt on his body was almost soaked against his waist.

This has a fatal appeal to Hunt.

"Everything bites! Don't copy my lines!"

Hunter was deeply depressed.

He felt that instead of getting into Winston, he was smashed by the other side.

Irving's guy is so confident that his routine is useless to Winston for a long time!

Hunt filled Winston with water, put on his pajamas, and returned to the bedroom.

Winston also seemed sleepy, leaning back against the sofa, like a lonely king.

Hunt sat down beside him, without speaking to wake him.

It seemed as if Hunter was approaching and Winston opened his eyes.

Those eyes have always been Hunt's favorite.

Now they were so close to themselves, Hunter just wanted to keep watching.

And Winston didn't mean to look away. Until two or three seconds later, he suddenly held his fingers against Hunt's chin and moved his face away.

"Do you want to eat me?"

"Yeah. Will you let me eat it?" Hunt said with a smile.

Owen said that if you want to stir Winston, remember to be faceless and skinless. The less you say, the better.

Although he has taught himself nothing so far, Hunter remembers that he was rectified by this guy before, thinking that it would be good to have no face or skin.

Could Winston still break him off? If he was angry, he would just laugh and say "joking".

"You can eat me?" Winston asked in turn, and he got up and headed for the bathroom.

"Why can't I eat?" Hunt raised his chin and followed behind him dissatisfied.

"I'm big there."

After Winston said this expression blankly, he closed the bathroom door.

After Hunter's reaction to what the other was referring to, his ears turned red again.

This is the first round? If you are shameless, you are not Winston's opponent at all!

Hunt was lying on the bed, texting with Irving, and constantly groaning.

Owen: Is it really useless?

Hunter: No ghost use!

Owen: Calculate how long Winston stays in the bathroom before telling me.

Hunter: What's the use of calculating that?

Owen: Based on the calculations, I will tell you again.

Hunter glanced at the time on the phone and waited for Winston to pass away.

When the pass was cleared, Hunt still didn't wait for Winston to come out. He glanced at the time on the phone. My God, I have been soaking for almost 40 minutes, right?

Hunt was a little worried, turned down from the bed, came to the door of the bathroom, and knocked on the door: "Hey-Winston! Are you okay? Shouldn't you faint?"

"Well-I'm fine, you sleep first."

Don't know why, Hunter seems to be able to imagine Winston's expression at this moment. He is leaning on the bathtub, raising his chin high, and seems to be enduring something, like the same trigger.

Hunter had wanted to say that if Winston had forgotten to change clothes, he could go in and visit it himself.

But think about it, what, Winston is not him, and he will never lose it!

Disappointed Hunter fell back to bed and saw an Irving text message: Is Winston out?

Hunter: No, it's been more than forty minutes.

Owen: Oh, good job.

Hunter: What did you do well?

Owen: Keep the status quo and continue working hard.

Hunter rolled his eyes.

He could only continue to clear the music clearance with his mobile phone. When the bathroom door opened, Hunter looked at it immediately and saw Winston wearing a bathrobe and wiping his hair with a towel.

His hair was uncommonly messy, and Hunter's giddy reminded gameover, but he couldn't help but keep watching Winston.

"Why did you stay in the bathroom for so long? I was thinking not to break into the door and take you out of you!"

"I massaged it inside."

"massage?"

"The bathtub comes with a massage function," Winston said lightly.

"What? Why don't you tell me?"

"I thought you could see the button in the bathtub."

"..." Hunter opened his mouth, feeling like he had missed a billion.

Winston dries his hair and lifts the quilt. When his knees are flexed, he is completely exposed from the hem of Yukata. Hunter's eyes glanced at each other, and he drooled subconsciously.

Winston fetched a book as usual and flipped it against the bedside.

Realizing that he and Winston had been lying in a quilt, Hunter suddenly became nervous.

He must seize every opportunity to get in touch with each other! Is there anything more intimate than in the same quilt?

Hunter deliberately changed a mobile game called "Booming Apocalypse" to simulate airplane driving through the balance of the mobile phone.

Hunt held his mobile phone in both hands and kept turning his body, pretending to clear the customs intently, the two legs under the quilt slowly curled up, and slammed his legs in the direction of Winston in the most thrilling moment. Pressed directly on the opponent's leg.

Winston's leg seemed to tremble a bit, then he raised his leg and pushed Hunter's leg back.

"You hit me, sit down a bit."

Winston lowered his eyes and flipped through his book without raising his eyelids.

Hunt's heart was a little stuffed.

Ah ... Ah ... why did you push me so relentlessly?

Anyway, let me put in a few more seconds!

Hunter unhappyly put the phone down and looked at Winston. "I'm dead."

"Can you talk to me when you're dead?" Winston hurriedly turned to another page.

"I said my game was dead! Because you hit me just now!"

"Don't you hit me?" Winston finally lowered the book and looked at Hunt on his side.

His hair wasn't trimmed, he just strayed into his cheeks and ears, and this angle was extremely **** in Hunter's eyes.

Hunter wanted to continue talking irrationally, as long as Winston didn't read the book all the time, but he found himself unable to continue.

"What are you playing?" Winston asked.

"The bombing of the end of the world!" Hunter has been talking about the game for a long time. "This is a mobile game! It's like playing Formula 1 on a mobile phone! You can also fight each other online!"

"Oh." Winston lowered his head and continued reading.

Hunter deeply understood what Audrey Wilson said before traveling with Winston would be embarrassing.

With a sigh, Hunter turned to lie on the quilt and texted Owen: I accidentally touched him and he was not happy.

Owen: What did you touch him? Is your little hunter?

Hunter: Fart! my leg!

Owen: He was probably afraid he wanted to fold your leg up so he wouldn't let you touch him anymore.

Hunt froze, and after thinking for a few seconds, he finally understood what the other party meant. He was so angry that he almost didn't throw the phone out.

"Hunter." Winston lowered the book and looked at him sideways.

"Why?"

"Who are you texting with these days?"

When Winston asked, Hunt suddenly felt guilty.

"No one with you? Just harass everyone else in the team!"

"Really? When I was with you in Sapporo, I didn't find you love texting so much."

"That's because ... because you read books all the time! Ignore me!"

Hunter casually found a reason.

"It does sound bad to me." Winston pulled out his phone. "The name of the game you just said is Bombing, right?"

"Yes!"

"I'll come down and play with you."

Hunter's eyes lit up: "Will you play games?"

"If you lose, answer me a question," Winston said.

"sure!"

Just one question!

Then Hunt regretted it.

He was crushed by Winston from the first round until the end.

He was deeply suspicious of his gaming life for so many years.

"Do you often play bombing the end of the world?" Hunter threw his phone and suddenly felt like he was being tricked by Winston.

"I hardly play games," Winston said, looking at Hunt's eyes. "Then answer my question now-are you in a relationship?"

At that moment, Hunter was calmed down.

The problem was completely beyond Hunter's expectations.

"Well, let me ask another question, who the **** are you texting?"

It was obvious that Winston was lying on the pillow looking up at him, but Hunter felt something penetrated his body.

"Did I just say that? With the team ..."

"So can I look at your phone?" Winston reached out to Hunt.

"You ... you check my phone?" Hunt looked incredulous.

"I won you. I ask you a question, and I need to check if what you said is true or false, isn't it?"

Hunt swallowed. He wanted to say it was his privacy, but Winston kept watching him. The eyes in those eyes had long seen him through.

This is the first time Winston has made such a request to him.

Hunt thought about it, and he deleted all the text messages with Owen long ago, leaving only the "He is probably afraid that he wants to fold your leg so he won't let you continue to touch him".

If Winston asked, he would say that this guy was talking nonsense.

He handed the phone to Winston. Winston held the phone and still looked at Hunter's eyes.

"Tell me, who are you in love with? If so, I won't read your text messages." Winston's face had no expression, not even the slight smile that teased him.

Is he angry?

Hunter suddenly became uncertain.

If the answer is that he is in a relationship, he will not read the text message and will not find that he is texting with Irving. But he didn't want Winston to think he liked others anymore!

Calm down, Hunt.

Even if Winston finds himself texting with Irving?

Didn't you say you want to break through yourself?

Think about those words that Winston said to you in the past, "I want to bubble you," and so on. You have to have no bottom line!

"I want to talk to you too!"

Hunt lowered his body, hooked his fingers at Winston, and motioned to return the phone.

"What are you talking about? Talk to me?" Winston held his chin and tapped his finger on Hunter's phone, just like Hunter's heart.

"Yeah, you are educated, educated, or a top driver. You have a plan, you do n’t need to use your brain. The most important thing is that you are willing! You can rent an entire hot spring hotel, you will invite I have the most expensive dinner, and you will spend your most precious time on me ... "

Hunt realized that his words were more and more like confession.

What if Winston doesn't hear it, and he wants to alienate him?

For the first time, Hunt felt too **** and mad.

"It's always been someone else who planned everything for me, and I'm only planning with you."

"You said it, because I can't trust it."

"Renting an entire hot spring hotel or asking you to have the most expensive dinner is nothing. I can give you more."

Such an answer exceeded Hunt's expectations.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Hunter was special all night.

Hunter: What's so special?

Winston: It seems like the heroic death function is turned on.

Hunter: What heroic death?

Winston: I want to seduce you.