MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 58 I want you

He unconsciously put out the tip of his tongue and licked his upper lip. Owen paused and whispered: "See if he doesn't kill you ..."

"what?"

"Nothing! Happy Hunt! The licks, two, and three are the same!" Owen squinted and encouraged.

Hunter really snapped it apart from a third of it, and there was jam inside!

Hunter suddenly felt that the sugar was too creative.

He lifted his head and poured the jam into his mouth: "Well ... its filling is better than the sugar coating on the outside!"

Irving smiled badly, but was blocked by her phone. She pointedly said, "The sandwich inside is of course delicious!"

Half an hour later, Winston, who was finishing his meeting with the sponsor, walked out of the venue with one hand in his pocket.

His mobile phone was constantly vibrating, prompting for text messages.

He took the phone out, and the text message showed Hunter's name. The text message was: Some fans gave me a funny lollipop.

His fingertips slipped lightly, a piece of Hunt leaned against the pillow, his hair was a bit messy, and he felt helplessly as a poor expression forced, and the tip of his tongue, which was slightly spit out, touched the gap on the top of the lollipop.

Winston clenched his fingers.

The text message came again: I couldn't swallow it!

A photo followed below, an expression that Hunt frowned with half an expression he could no longer squeeze in. His ears are red.

The third text message is here again: so just bite it!

A middle picture of Hunt biting a lollipop appeared on the screen, with a childish unwillingness and childishness.

The fourth text message followed closely: the jam inside was quite delicious!

Winston swiped his fingers down quickly, and saw the picture of Hunter looking up and pouring the jam from the lollipop into his mouth. The round neck of his t-shirt crooked to the side, and the clavicle on the left almost appeared in the picture. From this angle, he could still see the tip of his tongue sticking out, almost touching the jam flowing out of the sugar coating.

Winston's shoulders were stiff, and the fingers holding the phone were getting harder.

"Fuck ... I knew this guy was so sexy, I should have killed him when I was in the club!"

Nicky's voice came from Winston's side.

Winston stowed the phone away, and Nicky reached out to stop it.

"You want me to take another look! Or send it to me! I promise not to show it to others!"

Winston glanced coldly.

Nicky took a step back: "That ... he'll send you such a photo ... indicating you've got him, right?"

Winston said nothing.

But Nicky felt that Winston was shocking.

His gaze crushed Niki's nerves, he clenched his teeth obviously, his anger seemed to burst.

"You ... isn't he hooking you?" Nicky didn't understand why Winston was angry.

Winston turned away with a cold face, no matter how the staff shouted, he never looked back.

This is the first time Nicky has seen this man completely lost his grace and calmness.

When he stepped out of the news center, he immediately called Hunter's phone.

Hunter in Irving's room saw the name on the phone, his arm trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, don't say you're here with me, don't say you've seen me tonight," Irving warned.

Needless to say, I know that too. I had only guessed that he was texting with Irving, and Winston responded so much.

If he knew that he had entered Irving's room in the middle of the night ... maybe it would be terrible!

Hunter took a breath and pretended to call out his name in the usual way: "Hey! Winston, are you still in the news center?"

"where are you?"

Winston's voice was deep.

"I'm ... in the hotel room!"

"is it?"

The phone hung up.

He just hung up like this!

Hunter looked at Irving: "This ... what the hell?"

Owen understood instantly: "Oops! Those photos were obviously not taken by yourself! You took him with sugar, how did you take them! In his opinion there must be someone else in the room, and he is absolutely angry! He must be going now Your room catches you! "

"No ... impossible!" Hunter let out a cold sweat.

"How impossible! Hunt, you succeeded, he was jealous!"

Owen hugged Hunter's back, turned his head and shoved the box of sugar into Hunter's arms to me, and hurried him outside the door: "You go back now! Go back to your room! What are you standing here silly! If Winston finds that you lied to him, he will dig out three feet to find out who you are with! "

"Hey, don't make him seem to love me!"

"Doesn't he love you? Don't you love me! Remember, don't tell me if you die. Otherwise, neither Winston nor I will let you go."

Irving's gaze was absolutely serious.

As soon as Hunter wanted to shout "why," Irving drove him outside the door.

Behind the door, he did not forget to tell him: "Still the old saying, don't reject Winston what he wants! Otherwise you don't want to participate in the next race!"

"I wipe!" Hunter reached out to the door fiercely than a middle finger.

"No more running, Winston will be at your door!"

Hunt was shocked, and rushed to the elevator, and it took a long time for the elevator to come up.

He was anxious at this time, and although he knew in his heart that Winston hadn't rushed from the news center to his hotel, what if Winston had left the news center early?

Hunt's 100-meter sprint is definitely not that fast in his life.

He rushed all the way from Hanjue to his hotel, desperately pressing the elevator. He didn't expect that he could return to his room in five minutes, but the moment he took out the room card, he was still a little nervous.

Has Winston been here already?

Hunter pushed the door open, turned on the light, and threw the box of lollipops on the bed, panting heavily, but fortunately the distance was short and he didn't sweat much.

In these short minutes, Hunt sat on the mattress alone.

He found himself anxious.

Will Winston really come?

Or is he really angry with the photos he posted and never come?

Wait, what's so annoying about those photos? There is no reason to be angry!

Hunt's heels kept kicking the bed, constantly looking at the watch, the more anxious the wait.

Suddenly, I miss him.

Even Winston with a cold face would do.

Just then, the knock on the door sounded and landed on his heart.

It was a rhythm that belonged to Winston alone. Hunter jumped out of bed immediately like an electric shock, opened the door, and saw Winston.

"Winston!" Hunt smiled widely.

But Winston's eyes looked like frost.

He glanced over Hunter and looked into the room.

Hunter was grateful to be back at this time.

Winston walked in, sat down on Hunter's bed, and glanced over his head.

The man was all cold, and Hunter was suddenly a little scared.

At least he heard him speak in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix for the first time, and he never showed such coldness in front of him.

Such Winston ... unusual ... at least not the man Hunter is familiar with who is distant to anyone but never offensive.

"Do you know that the pillow in the picture is different from the pillow in your room?" Winston raised his eyes and asked Hunter gently.

The heart was fastened, and no blood flowed.

"I ..." Hunt opened his mouth, and he couldn't find any explanation. Damn Owen, if you want to take a picture, go here!

"Do you know the distance in the photo you sent me, indicating that another person was taking a picture for you?" Winston asked again.

Still so light.

I used to feel gentle, but now I feel full of oppression.

Hunter still couldn't answer. He wasn't sure if Irving had deliberately let Winston see through!

"Do you know that you are well-known, do everyone at the front desk know you?"

There was a rattle in Hunt's heart, and he was finished.

"I just casually asked, is Marvin's Evan Hunt back? They told me warmly that you ran back in full swing a few minutes ago."

Hunt was afraid to look into Winston's eyes anymore.

"Why do you lie to me?"

Hunt felt stupid ... yeah, why did he lie?

At this time, Winston got up.

"Winston ..."

"Hunt, have you been texting Lawrence Owen all the time?"

He reached over his fingers, gently brushed Hunt's somewhat messy hair behind his ears, and his knuckles slid softly across his ears.

His eyes dropped slightly, like a door, inviting Hunter ... be sure to come in before it was completely closed.

It was just this tenderness that made Hunt feel strange and uncomfortable.

Hunt remembered Irving's warning. But what about Irving?

At best we talk to each other on the track! Who is going to go out is not necessarily!

At this moment, the last thing he wanted was to lie to Winston.

Because he suddenly felt that this man was far away from himself.

"I did text with Irving. He was teaching me ..."

"Do you like him?" Winston asked again, still with such a restrained voice, but with a touch of urgency.

This time, he leaned towards Hunter, his nose was so close, and in his eyes everything was transparent.

"How is that possible? He's not my dish!"

Hunt didn't expect Winston to think so.

"But I think he looks like your dish. Although he is not a woman, he has a beautiful face and deceptive eyes."

Winston turned his face to his side, as if to look at everything from Hunter from another angle.

"I never thought he was beautiful!"

"And he never sticks to stereotypes and always makes you feel challenging and fresh."

"What? I have no interest in him!"

What a challenge and freshness!

"Tell me, then, Hunter ... you suddenly get close, you text him almost every day, why?"

Winston lowered his eyes and put his forehead on Hunter's forehead.

Hunter doesn't know what to do, is he telling Winston the truth? What if I hate Winston?

The more he stepped back, the more Winston stepped forward, until Hunt found his back against the wall.

So uncomfortable.

Don't be so close to me ... your breath, the way you look at me, the air you bring when you approach makes me want to have it.

When retreating, Hunt clenched his fists. This has always been a cover-up, and it has been hard for Hunt. He was a man who couldn't hide, even for a minute, he felt excited and unbearable.

Since dissatisfied, he would rather ask for more.

"You said ... no matter what happens, none of us will mention the severance." Hunter said seriously.

I just like you, why can't I say that?

It is not a big deal to be rejected, anyway, the world is not turning around me, whoever I like, no one will like me.

I did n’t say a second ago, I do n’t say it at this moment, and suddenly you wo n’t realize that I like you.

Like every corner, if I do n’t rush into the buffer zone, I have to surpass the opponent ’s determination. I can only be passively surpassed!

"Lawrence Irving is teaching me how to chase you." Hunter looked up and looked into Winston's eyes.

No dodge, no hesitation.

This was the bravest moment of his life for Hunt.

He wanted Winston to know exactly what he wanted.

"I know that you will feel disdainful or ridiculous after listening to it! Anyway, my tricks of attracting you will end in failure! I deliberately fight with you by my side, I deliberately take no clothes to the bathroom, I deliberately shake the bed with you Diantian knew that I wanted to kiss you and bite you! I deliberately under the table wanted to learn to stab your pants with my toes in the movie, but I got Irving ... I deliberately took those photos for you, and you weren't moved Well, I failed! Then please tell me, what the **** will I do to make you like me! "

Hunter yelled out loudly.

He felt that he was very powerful. At such a tense moment, every sentence came out without stuttering in his mind, and he really admired himself so much.

Even if Winston would turn around and leave, he was ready to fight.

He looked at Winston like that, and he waited for his response.

The heart was beating to shatter the world, and after all the courage was used up, he was about to crush Hunter.

He didn't regret it, but tears were going to fall. The air seemed to be cold from the irresistible heat that had just been pressed.

As soon as Hunter raised his eyes ... for the first time, Winston's eyes widened, revealing a look of restraint but absolute surprise.

Time becomes slow but it seems to expand at a rapid rate, and every heartbeat is like an ice frost falling on the flame, melting quickly and evaporating boilingly.

This makes Hunter a sense of accomplishment. Who else besides him can make Vann Winston look like that?

But that surprise was immediately overturned by an emotion that Hunter didn't understand.

The tension between them is like a planet compressed to the extreme. When it erupts, it will break the universe.

Hunter leaned subconsciously to the other side, and before he could move, Winston's palm clasped his shoulder.

He slammed down, paranoid and decided.

Hunter didn't have time to scream, what was hard to cover his lips, he slammed his back against the wall, his spine was almost hit and disjointed, the other side's tongue squeezed in forcefully, and the earth-strength feeling of power overran him instantly Oral cavity.

Crazy rumbling, Hunter's tongue was provoked and even sucked by the opponent!

what is this……

Hunt's mind was blank.

Winston's face turned to the side, and Hunt looked at his completely closed closed eyes, finally realizing it was a kiss.

Winston is kissing him?

How could he kiss him?

The hands that held the steering wheel firmly out of control at the moment.

They held Hunter's face and forced him to open his mouth.

Winston stopped suddenly, as if holding something down, breathing hard. His breath seemed to burn Hunter to the bones.

"Say it again ... say it again ..."

His voice was suppressed and warm, and Hunter had never seen Winston like this.

"Say ... what ..."

"What do you want? Tell me what you want ..."

Winston's palm stroked Hunter's face as if he had killed him if Hunter's answer was not what he wanted.

"I ... I want you ... always with me ... I like you."

Hunt swallowed, and he looked at each other's eyes.

Winston's kiss was so hard, so clear.

This seemed to be the first time that the person he loved had responded to him.

"I want you too ... I want you like crazy." Winston's voice squeezed from the gap between the teeth, as if wanting someone in front of him was a matter of gnashing teeth and tapping through the bone.

"When?" Hunt was dumbfounded ... The response made him think it was a dream?

Did its plan to attract Winston succeed?

It's just that this guy has too few expressions on his face and didn't realize it?

"Seeing you for the first time."

As soon as the words fell, Winston's kiss swept again.

what? the first time?

Hunter opened his lips subconsciously to greet him, and the blood was burning wildly when the lips and tongues touched.

Winston contentedly, as if to make Hunter a part of himself by kissing.

Collision and entanglement, tightening and possession, everything is provoking Hunt's nerve.

This is completely different from the kiss he once envisioned, full of male explosiveness and chapped possessiveness.

Winston was so hard that Hunter would tighten his muscles or he would be strangled by his arms. His palm moved impatiently around Hunter, which was totally different from the usual petting of children younger than himself, and it almost crushed Hunter.

"Hmm ... hmm ..." Hunt felt dizzy, but Winston didn't stop at all.

He seemed to be racing out of the track, racing freely to just enjoy the wetness and softness of Hunter's mouth.

Hunter had to raise his hand to smash his back, the tip of his tongue struggling to push him out, and with a little space, Hunter immediately turned his head and took a big breath.

Less than a second, Winston clasped his cheek, forcing him to endure the entanglement of kisses and the tip of his tongue again.

Even if Hunter wanted to turn his face, Winston would use his tongue to force him to meet him.

Hunter felt that he had been forced to the center of the high-speed curve, and was crushed by Winston, and was about to derail and crash into powder!

Inexplicable fear came to mind after incredible joy, and Hunter lifted his knees subconsciously, pushing hard against Winston's belly.

He just wanted to take back a little bit of control, even a short breath, but Winston's response was faster than Hunter's imagination, squeezing his knee down.

Winston exited entangledly from Hunt's lips. Hunt breathed, but Winston carried it on his shoulders.

At that moment, he could feel the muscles of the man's shoulders and muscles tighten, and his heart tightened.

Thrown into the bed, Hunter turned dizzy. He had just turned over to support his upper body, Winston's right knee fell between his legs, his hands clasped on Hunter's wrist, and the whole person moved forward like a beast ready to go. Leaned, Hunter was pushed back by him.

"I'm out of breath!" Hunter yelled ahead of time.

The other side turned his face, the tip of his tongue touched Hunter's lips and licked it gently. The feeling of slipping in and out made Hunt unable to bear it. He had never been kissed like this, his head turned, Wins With a tick on the tip of his tongue, Hunter subconsciously stuck out his tongue to touch the other side, and proactively kissed the other side's lips. Before he could suck, he fell into Winston's trap.

Hunter's response made Winston completely subverted at this moment. All restraint, rationality, elegance, and gentleman's all familiar with Hunter were all torn apart. The man was letting out his desires wildly, madly, and even rudely.

Hunt was pushed back onto the mattress, his head still shaking, Winston's kiss was blowing like a tsunami.

He twisted his shoulders hard to struggle, and the other's fingers clasped his hands tightly, pressing them against his ears, and he couldn't exert any force at this angle.

Winston's tongue licked every inch in his mouth uncontrollably, tirelessly over and over, harder than ever.

His desire completely subverted Hunt's imagination.

The man who thought he was unwilling to release the other side in front of him unabashedly.

"唔 ... 唔 ..."

Hunter was forced to raise his face, and his neck, which was enough to counter the centripetal force of the curve, could not bear Winston's kiss at this moment.

Tears fell from the corner of Hunter's eyes, not because of fear, but because they were too hard.

Winston finally let go of Hunter's lips, and kissed the corners of his lips brokenly and irrationally, covering his chin, and licking with the tip of his tongue was a strong suck.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: I have a sword.

Hunter: You ... you ... If you dare to lighten your sword, I will be cheap!

Winston: Oh, how can you be cheap?

Hunter: Let me show you, you can't catch it!

Winston: Really, I have all the underground garages ready. Where do you think of lightness?

Hunter: ...