MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 81 I want to drink!

"Don't hide from me ..." Winston let go of Hunter slightly and whispered softly.

Hunter didn't answer, just turned his face and touched his lips.

"Just like the song you just sang to me ... never leave me."

Winston's gaze sank, pulling Hunter's shirt all up.

He was anxious, it seemed that the world would destroy them in the next second, they would cease to exist, time would be compressed, and their arms would be broken apart.

"... Shouldn't we be before the last race ..." Winston said in a hoarse voice.

He was almost against Hunter, his breath was so hot, but he restrained himself by holding Hunter tightly.

Hunter raised his eyebrows slightly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and arrogantly answered, "Go and **** the last stop ... Our last stop is still long!"

Instantly, Winston pressed down eagerly and forcefully, and the collision between the lips and tongue was about to ignite fire.

Hunt felt the strength and heat of this man. As if the previous two decades were completely wasted, he had never been so eager for a person as he is now.

Breath also burst, everything was so hot that there was a force breaking through everything.

"If I do everything, you can't fall in love with me ... I used to think I would not be willing to ruin you ... but I was wrong ..."

He slammed into him and said with a gritted voice.

"... What will you do?" Hunt's heart beat fast.

"Like now ... do you ..."

Deep inside Hunt's brain, he was slammed into a shock.

It was another ups and downs of crazy possession, and he tried to kiss him with all kinds of angles. Hunter thought that this was already his greatest strength, but the cravings and demands he erupted far exceeded his imagination.

"Let me ... let me rest ..."

Hunter propped his upper body away in a blur, his hand had just clasped the edge of the bed and was dragged back by the other party.

A violent kiss fell on his back, and he was pinched on the wall at this angle, and the force once again destroyed him.

Once Hunt felt an unrealistic picture in the action movie. When Winston picked him up and fell down, he pressed him towards himself.

Pain and panic drowned in Winston's powerful kiss.

He reached the apex, thinking that he could slowly fall from the altitude of ten thousand meters with a sigh of relief. He wanted to find his breath and heartbeat. The man, who seemed cold, would never let it go, and turned to kiss he.

From a small, soothing kiss to an increasingly uncontrollable possession, his feelings were completely turned, and Winston completely ruled everything.

Chaos and chaos, all principles are broken, all laws are broken, only this man's collision is better than all the truth in the world.

If he would die because of this man, Hunter felt ... why not?

Daylight at eleven o'clock fell from the curtains on the messy bed.

Hunt opened his lips slightly and frowned slightly.

Winston rubbed him and touched his forehead, a little hot.

Hunter's body was full of traces, and Winston's fingers touched the lilac mark next to his throat.

"Ok……"

"I'll wipe it with cold water for you again. You have a fever."

"Well ..." Hunt hugged Winston, apparently not letting him go. "Isn't it wiped ..."

Winston lowered his head and lightly touched Hunter's eyes that could not be opened because of fatigue. When Hunter fell asleep again, Winston slowly got up and came to the window.

"I think I need a personal doctor ... Hunter is having a fever." Winston raised his hand and forced his hair back to his head. "I don't know who to find in New York."

"Fever ... what did you do?" There was a hint of jokes in the voice of the other party.

"Irwin ... he's almost thirty-nine degrees."

Winston suppressed his breathing, his voice was not loud, but very depressed. He turned back and glanced at Hunt in the quilt.

"Are you crazy? Before the last leg of the Grand Prix ... so indulgent?"

Irvine is the English name of Chen Mobai. The lazy man in this voice suddenly became serious.

"I need a doctor," Winston said coldly.

"Doctor? The doctor I know just happened to leave New York to communicate abroad. And you can bear the wounds that the doctor saw him?" Chen Mobai asked back, but did not get a reply from Winston.

"Well ... although as a friend, other people might give you things like condoms, but what I give you is obviously more practical."

"What?" Winston narrowed his eyes.

"Remember the last time I gave you a small box and told you there was medicine in it, would you bring it with you?"

"Remember, it's still there." Winston quickly found his suitcase, found the box from the compartment's compartment, opened it, and "all in Chinese."

"Hunter doesn't have a history of anti-inflammatory allergies, right?"

"I'm sure not."

"Crush the brown pill inside into powder and apply it to the wounds in his body. Three times a day, two tablets at a time for him to eat. I'm giving you proprietary Chinese medicine. He won't get better by three in the afternoon. Signs, you have to take him to the hospital, no matter how much you don't want his body to be seen by other men, oK? "

"Thank you."

"By the way ... is it convenient to ask ... can you tell me how many times you tossed at night and made him fever? The driver's endurance and physique are very good ..."

"I owe you this time."

After that, Winston hung up the phone.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Hunter finally had a fever. Winston flicked his broken hair slightly and sighed.

Hunt's eyes trembled and opened.

"Winston ..."

"Huh?" Winston lowered and kissed him.

"I want to drink water ..."

"Okay, I'll go and pour it for you."

"I'm so hungry ..."

"I cook for you."

"Don't we catch the plane to Melbourne?"

"Rest assured, I called Mr. Marcus."

"Oh, okay ..." Hunt's throat was so hoarse, he suddenly remembered something to sit up again, and the pain of his legs being broken at the waist made him frown, "What did Marcus say ? "

"It's nothing. I said our house has a small problem, and you can't rest assured without solving it." Winston sat beside him, and gently touched his ear.

"Oh……"

Marcus must have thought that this was just a lie by Winston.

Winston handed the glass to Hunter, who was obviously thirsty, looked up and drank three or two.

"slower."

The water that hadn't been swallowed flowed down the corner of Hunter's lips, slipped over his chin, and dripped on the sheet, his throat surging, even the traces on the side of the neck were undulating.

Winston's fingers rubbed across the corner of Hunter's lips, and the knuckles were there.

"Ah?" Hunter asked in a hoarse voice, his voice low, with a hint of doubt.

Winston's eyes darkened, and he pushed him back onto the pillow, Hunter was dizzy, and the bones and muscles of his body seemed to be dismantled. In such a collision, Hunter snorted. stand up.

Even the corners of his eyes were tears.

"I'm sorry ..." Winston lowered his body, his forehead gently against Hunter, "I didn't hold back ..."

Hunt paused, thinking of his numbness but faint pain, he said with a pitiful voice: "I want to come again ... Last night, except some poses are scary ... I think it's ... cool of……"

Hunt's voice was small like a mosquito hum.

Winston froze there.

But Hunter could feel his temperature rise.

"Really ... which poses do you find scary?"

Winston's breath was on Hunter's lips, which made Hunter follow suit.

"You ... when you picked me up ..."

"But I like it very much. Because you hold me tight when you are scared, and tighter below."

Winston kissed Hunter's lip as he put his hand into the quilt, and Hunter's brows quickly frowned.

"Don't touch me ... I hurt ..."

After a long time, Winston exhaled and got up and went to the bathroom.

Hunt turned to his side in pain, looking at Winston's back, and grinned.

"You have today too."

At this point, Hunter suddenly understood that when he and Winston were on vacation in Dubai, Irving asked him to calculate how long Winston spent in the bathroom.

"Owen this guy ..."

This time, Winston spent almost an hour in the bathroom, and Hunter, who was sitting on the bedside, couldn't help urging him with a hoarse voice.

"I'm hungry! I want to eat! Come out soon!"

Obviously, Winston did not answer what he meant.

Hunt licked the corner of his mouth and continued to slap, after all, he still had a throat that could barely work.

"I'm so hungry ... I want cheese rolls ..."

Winston still ignored him.

"Winston, why haven't you come out yet! You continue to do it, and it will break there!"

Two seconds later, a depressing and slightly deliberate sound sounded through the door very penetratingly.

"Just one more word, I'll come out and kill you."

Hunt was startled, and he stopped talking.

At the beginning of last night, Winston was still restrained, and how vigorous he was in the back, Hunter thought it was a miracle that he could survive.

After ten more minutes, Hunter finally heard the sound of running water in the sink.

The man was about to come out, and Hunter immediately shrank into the quilt, covering his head, and until he went downstairs, Hunter opened the quilt and looked at it.

There is no good place to look at.

If you do it again ... Ah, half a time, he may be really dead.

"so close……"

Playing with fire and self-immolation, Hunter decided to do less in the future.

The consequences of success are often tragic.

Hunter didn't understand before, now he understands.

Ten minutes later, Hunter secretly smelled the aroma of the food.

Winston came in with the dinner plate and sat down beside him.

"You were hurt a little bit there, so I didn't put bacon in the quiche."

"Hmm!" Hunter reached out to pick it up, but holding the dinner plate, he found his arm shaking.

Holding the steering wheel of F1 for more than two hours without any problems turning the arm without any problems, at this moment it is as sore as a lack of movement ... probably because he was too hard when holding Winston yesterday and ... It took so long for several rounds ...

"Let me do it."

Winston took the plate, poked a small piece of quiche with a fork, and put it into Hunt's mouth.

"Tasty?"

"Well ... it tastes like the Mexican cheese chicken roll I often eat!"

Winston smiled lightly.

Only then did Hunt understand that this was Winston's specially made according to Hunt's favorite taste.

After eating an entire quiche, Winston looked at him and said, "Take some medicine later and take a good night's sleep."

"Ok……"

But after the fever went down, Hunter was completely sleepless. He was lying on the bed bored, playing with his mobile phone with one hand, and Winston received the delivery in the afternoon.

A few minutes later, Winston came in with something like a magazine.

"What is it? You ordered a magazine?"

"It's from Losi. The album we made last time."

"Really? I want to watch!" Hunter couldn't bear the back pain, he had to hold it up, and Winston put the album directly on the pillow.

Hunt couldn't wait to look up.

The first page was carrying the rose himself, and Winston bowed his head close to himself, with the appearance of rose petals on his shoulders.

The expression was inexplicable ambiguous and sexy.

Hunt grunted, drooling, and a burst of heat poured into the lower abdomen.

Once more, Winston hugged himself from behind, his eyes covered with the other's tie, and Winston's picture of a rose holding him hard.

He thought horribly that the other party was doing what he wanted in his body last night, and Hunter's ears were even redder.

At this point, Winston lay on the side of Hunter, his hand had reached into Hunter's quilt, and what he did ... absolutely no one imagined that it was Fann Winston.

"You ... Do you want to come again?" Hunt's heart was twitching, especially looking at Winston's craving ice-blue eyes, and he felt his body was hot.

"I'm afraid I'll kill you again."

"Then you put your hand in!"

"Because I'm right by your side, but you feel the picture?" Winston leaned back and asked.

Hunter was hot enough to bleed.

"I want to drink!"

"I'll help you solve it before pouring water for you."

After that, Winston buried his head in the quilt, and Hunter was going to be driven crazy by him!

The next morning, Hunter sat up and shook his shoulder from side to side. Winston got up early, and Hunter put on his pants, put on a t-shirt, and went downstairs to find the oven. It was baking something that seemed to be a pie, and Winston was dicing the fruit while holding his cell phone, as if to squeeze Hunter's juice.

"Thank you for the medicine. He has a fever."

Winston heard Hunter's footsteps, said goodbye to the other party, then turned around and watched Hunter squint his head in his pocket.

"Are you okay?"

"It seems all right." Hunter moved his shoulders and turned his waist again. "Except for that place, it seems a little bloated ... It seems like it doesn't hurt anywhere else."

Hunter stretched his head to see Winston's cell phone, but the other person had already put the cell phone in his pocket: "What medicine did you give me! Great!"

"You can't take the medicine indiscriminately. But ... you recovered so well, I suddenly felt that my previous patience was not worth it."

Winston turned around and looked at Hunt by the sink.

There was an ambiguity in his gaze that made Hunt's heart beat.

"You ... your patience is definitely worth it! What if I don't have a fever?" Hunter suddenly felt like he should be lying in a quilt, pretending to be pitiful.

"Fool." Winston lowered his head and said with a smile.

Hunt felt as if a feather was tickling in his heart.

Sitting at the table, eating Winston's baked pie, Hunter said admirably, "How can you make so many things! I won't do it."

"It's enough to search for a method with your mobile phone, as long as it is not mentally problematic, you should be able to do it." Winston passed the juice to the other party.

"So ... I have a mental problem?" Hunter suddenly felt that the apple pie was not so delicious.

Winston laughed without answering.

Although Hunter likes the feeling of staying together like this, the final race is still the focus.

They flew to Melbourne the next day.

Marcus came to meet him in person, and gave Hunter a big hug when he met.

"Oh, poor boy ... has your kitchen been repaired?"

"Ah? The kitchen?" Hunt looked uncertainly at Winston, carrying the luggage of the two.

"Yeah, Winston told me that you exploded when you used a microwave oven to heat popcorn! The microwave oven broke and the kitchen blew up! You can get someone to repair your heartache ..."

Hunt twisted his head and looked at Winston.

Why did you write this outrageous reason?

"Well, the kitchen has been repaired."

Rather than worrying about my kitchen, you might as well worry about my waist!

"Then I'll take Hunter back to the hotel and take you for a ride, Winston."

"Thank you."

As he drove, Marcus said, "Sometimes I think the time is really fast. In a blink of an eye, Hunter turned from a corner rookie who would make low-level mistakes and turned into a winner of the race Now. "

"Thank you for remembering my dark history." Hunt looked to Winston aside and shrugged.

"And Irving and Shire, unknowingly, this is already their fifteenth year in Formula One."

"What's wrong? Why suddenly mention this?"

"I didn't tell you because you were tired these two days. The day before yesterday, when Irving accepted Mr. Caccio's interview, he expressed his intention to retreat."

"What? Why retreat? Is it because he's thirty-six? But his physical fitness and judgment are obviously in good shape!"

"Probably because you want to retreat when you are in good shape. The hero's end is very sad." Marcus said.

Hunt opened his mouth without opening his mouth.

"Which hotel does the Red Bull team stay in?" Long said, Winston said.

"Ah? It's a hotel with us," Marcus replied.

Winston turned his face and said to Hunter, "Go and find him. If you hold your belly, if you don't spit it out to that person, you can't end the game perfectly."

"Thank you." Hunt did not expect Winston to say so.

This time, Winston did not accompany Hunter, but let Hunter go to Owen's room by himself.

As he knocked on the door, Irving's familiar voice sounded.

"Is it a beauty? It's not a beauty who doesn't open the door."

"I'm not a beauty, but I'm your fan."

After Irving was quiet for two seconds over the door, he opened the door and saw Hunter standing in the door with his pockets.

"Yo, it's you."

"Yes, it's me."

Hunter walked in, and Owen took the mineral water from the mini-fridge and threw it to Hunter.

"How come you came to me suddenly?" Irving leaned against the windowsill and asked with a smile.

This man has hardly changed from when he saw his car for the first time more than a decade ago.

But if you look closely, you will find that he has changed a lot.

His obsession with victory and defeat was hidden in his eyes, with a bit of detachment.

"I came to tell you."

As soon as Hunt's voice fell, Owen coughed sharply.

"You ... Are you okay with your head? Or are you going to avenge me? Aren't you good with Winston now?" Irving immediately waved his hand.

"I'm afraid I won't say it, and I won't need to tell you again."

"what?"

"Do you know why I clearly know that every time you help me, you must have the purpose of juggling me and watching good shows, but I still choose to believe you every time?"

Hunt looked at Irving with a solemn expression.

"Oh, what is it?"

"When I first learned about Formula 1, I was only seven years old. At that time, you and Shire played for the Lotus team. The two of you worked together to get the Lotus team to that year . "

"Thank you for reminding me that you were only seven years old that year. I will be sixteen when I am older." Owen said with a smile.

"My poster is with you and Charles in my room," Hunt said.

The smile on Irving's face faded, and he looked solemnly at Hunter.

"……Thank you."

"My wish at that time was to one day be able to compete with you and appreciate your superb skills. This is a fusion of time and experience. No one can easily break the era you created. I can't do it, and Winston also It can't be done. We can exceed your achievements, but we can never surpass what you have created. "

"Hunter ..."

"Do you know how happy I was when I got the F1 license? Because you and Shire are still on the track! God knows how hard I tried the first three races, although the harder I got, the more funny the results, but ... I want you and Shire to know that a child has been chasing behind you for more than a decade. "

Owen looked at Hunter with a surprised expression in his eyes.

"Owen, we will all be surpassed eventually. Even before the age of 50, everyone continues to be a Formula One driver. But with the innovation of technology, concentration and physical strength have become the boundaries, but you know very well, You haven't reached the limit ... "

"I'm just tired, Hunter. I've been on the track for more than ten years, almost the most important time in my life, and besides the buzz of the track and the engine, I suddenly find ... I'm not sure of myself What's the goal of this. "

Owen came over and patted Hunter's shoulder.

"But are you willing? You are willing to abandon the era created by you and Shire. Are you sure that someone can take over your era?" Hunt looked at Irving, and there was a powerful power in his eyes that let Irving The already tired heart suddenly burst into flames at that moment.

"Or are you afraid of being surpassed? Do you think Winston and I are scary, so you have to walk down the altar yourself before falling?" Hunter asked.

"Why are you so annoying?" Irving said helplessly.

"I was never flattering. Just because I hate it, you have to teach me, aren't you? And the only place you can teach me is the track! Once you leave here, I can live in the next ten years or so Always laugh at you for losing without a fight. "Hunt turned to look at Owen." Thirty-six is ​​still young. "

"Well, Hunter, how about we make a bet?"

Owen smiled and looked at Hunt.

"What bet?"

"This last race, if you can surpass me, surpass Shire, win Winston and win the championship, next year I will continue to play until you beat me and Shire in the standings, let us retire I leave this field to you. "Owen raised his hand and straightened Hunter's neckline to the side." This time the bet has no traps, only winning or losing. "

"Okay," Hunt replied.

There was no hesitation in his voice, so determined that Owen wondered if he had won the championship.

"Now, you can go back. And I want to be lean and never be taken down by you. I have a longing for retirement."

Owen answered with a smile.

"You wait!" Hunt made a movement to wipe his neck.

When Hunt left Owen's room, Owen raised his voice and said, "Don't let Winston know you're telling me. I'm afraid he'll kill me."

Hunt compared him with a middle finger.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into Shire.

"Hey, kid! Walk and see people!"

"I see!" Hunt walked towards the elevator without turning his head.

"What's wrong with this little devil?" Charles said to Irving.

"He sent a post to me."

"Oh, because you said to Mr. Cacho that you intended to retreat?" Shire opened Irving's mini-fridge to himself and took a bottle of orange juice.

"Yes."

"Owen, do you remember when we two had a drink together and agreed to retreat together?" Charles asked with his head down.

"Remember. Because we were issued an F1 license on the same day and the same month, and joined Lotus on the same day."

"So when I watched your interview with Mr. Cacho, I always wanted to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Did I get bored of you? We have been opponents for more than ten years, and you have been tired of fighting against me?" Shire still looked at the orange juice in his hand.

"How come you say that suddenly?"

"You know my marriage failed. I have two children, but they can hardly remember what I look like. I am arrogant and have no friends. If I leave Formula One one day, I will be very lonely. I always thought, You are the opponent of my life and the only person in the world who knows me. "Charles replied.

"I'm still your life's opponent, and the person who knows you best in this world. Charles, your enemy, is the greatest glory of my life."

Shire's fingertips trembled, looking at Irving.

"So, our times must end brilliantly, and we must let those who succeed us remember us forever."

Irving said.

"Of course." Shire ripped the corners of his lips, his eyes filled with boiling war.

Hunter suddenly didn't want to go back to his room at all. The four walls would make him feel depressed. There was something going on in his mind. If you didn't exhaust all your power, you wouldn't be able to find true peace.

He touched a pack of cigarettes, came to the street lamp outside the hotel, leaned on a lamp post, and lit a cigarette.

Someone came to him, and in his nose was the familiar smell of aftershave and men's shower gel.

Hunter leaned over his face, squinting and smiling at each other.

"When I am free, you will appear. When I am unhappy, you will also appear. Now when I am a bit lonely, you appear again."

"So, can you tell Owen?"

"Well. Irving and Shire represent an era of Formula One. So what do you think is the best way to respect this era?"

"Beat them," Winston replied.

"I like you like this." Hunter continued to squint and smile. "This race, I will go all out. Don't be defeated easily by me, Vann Winston."

"Don't be too proud." Winston smiled indifferently.

The Albert Park circuit is a street circuit. There are not too many 90-degree corners, so the layout of the entire circuit is quite smooth. The center of the track is a beautiful lake.

Prior to the free practice, the team held technical meetings.

Hunt listened carefully to all technical advice and track analysis. The engineer team led by Shen Chuan completed the debugging of the car according to the characteristics of the race track at this station.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: I'm thirsty!

Winston: I poured so much into you yesterday, still thirsty?

Hunter: ... I'm hungry ...

Winston: I still have it, do you want it?

Hunter: ...