You must know that he is an old fritter with rich life experience and Winston. If he is let go, he will be frightened, and his self-esteem can't stand it.
"Hunter isn't twenty years old yet, he's just a kid! Why do you stop him from exploring this colorful world? Are you fair to him?"
Little Hunter, I am all for you!
You must repay me later!
"I want him."
Winston's voice was not loud, but it pressed Donald's nerves, and his brain ached.
"But I don't like being threatened. Hunter likes to do what I have no reason to stop him."
"Then give it a try." Winston loosened Donald's collar, "Next week at the Red Bull Circuit, I will send your Sauber drivers off the track one by one."
Donald's teammates shook their shoulders and looked at Donald for help.
It's not that the two of them have no seeds, but that with Winston's ability, it is really possible to push them out of the track without a foul.
"You're so fucking mean..." Donald raised his hands and clasped his head, struggling with his sanity and morals.
"I've never been a gentleman," replied Winston.
"Does Hunter know you're an asshole?"
"He'll find out later."
Looking at Winston's expressionless face, Donald greeted God in his heart, and he finally knew what the highest state of shamelessness was.
"Then I... how can I be friends with him in the future?"
"Take him to something healthier."
"Like what?" Donald was about to collapse.
What activities are considered healthy for Winston
“Tennis, horseback riding, BBQ, skiing.”
"...I get it, you fucking don't let him pick up girls, right!"
Donald looked at Winston with the eyes of a madman.
He originally thought that Winston was just cold and difficult to get along with, but now he felt that this was a paranoid and monopolistic neurosis.
"You can't be a man either."
Donald felt his principles were destroyed.
Although he was unruly all his life, he never did bad things.
But now he felt as if he was pushing a little brat who hadn't even held a woman's hand into the fire pit.
But Winston, a lunatic... can do it if he says it. He suddenly remembered that in his last race, Winston gave way to a hooped car, but the car went sideways and almost hit him, who was chasing him from behind. Because of this, he fell out of the top three.
At that time, he only felt that he was too unlucky.
"Last time, did you mean it!" Donald suddenly realized that he wanted to grab Winston's collar, but the other side avoided it.
"That's a warning to you. But in Austria, I won't show mercy."
"Fuck you..."
Donald wanted to punch him, but couldn't even shake his fist.
Winston turned to look at Donald's phone, which was still beside the bed.
"You can call him now, or fight me."
"Ha..." Donald smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Let's fight... it's just a party..." teammates persuaded.
Donald gritted his teeth and called Hunter.
Hearing that kid's fart on the phone, Donald felt even more guilty.
Every time he said a word, he had to bear the pressure from Winston, and it was not until that kid from Hunter hung up the phone regretfully that Donald let out a breath.
"Red Bull Circuit, I will block Lotus' Enzo for you in the first five laps. As for whether you will be overtaken by him after that, it is up to you."
After speaking, Winston closed the door and left.
The teammate's eyes widened and looked at Donald: "My mother! Did you hear what Winston said? He said he would block Enzo for the first five laps! Your old rival Enzo!"
Donald stroked his chin thoughtfully: "It seems like this deal is a good deal?"
"Then... what about Hunter?"
"This world... There are always some heroes who sacrifice themselves to save the common people. We can't stop Hunter's heroic dream." Donald nodded affirmatively.
"Hey... You still say Vann Winston is mean, I don't think you're any better."
"Hey... We can't say what happened just now. It's not good for us, and it's not good for Hunter either."
"Nonsense! Am I Vann Winston's opponent?"
That's right... With Vann Winston's vindictive attitude, even if they say a word nonsense, life will not be easy.
"Then do we really cancel the party altogether?"
"Nonsense, of course not! Call the cute little bunnies! We're going to another hotel to continue the party!"
"Good idea!"
After rolling out the quilt, Hunter sent a text message to Winston in a very dejected manner: The bunny party has been cancelled, and the condom bought is wasted.
In almost two seconds, the other party replied to the text message: If you want to use it, I can help you.
Hunter's eyes lit up, remembering that Winston took him to that special warehouse bar before. This guy is definitely not as innocent as outsiders, but he enjoys a higher style.
Hunter immediately replied: Are you going to throw a party for me
Winston: I like bundle parties.
Hunter's face was full of black lines, and he had such a strong taste that at first glance, this guy was laughing at himself again.
He originally wanted to reply "If you have the ability, you can open one", but remembering the other party's unbiased opinion, he might really have a bundled party.
Hunter touched the tip of his nose and replied: Forget about the party. I'm going to find you, it's boring to be alone.
Winston replied: Come on then.
Hunter thought for a while and took a screenshot of his chat with Winston just now.
This is evidence that this guy is not serious!
Hunter came to Winston's door, and just rang the other's doorbell when the door opened.
The other party was wearing a simple sports suit, and he was talking to the team manager with his head down slightly.
He glanced at Hunter and motioned for him to come in.
“Wow… so clean…”
Compared with this room, my own is simply a doghouse.
But when he saw something flat, he wanted to destroy it.
Hunter jumped onto Winston's bed, slumped on the pillow, and made a large letter.
The hotel should not have changed the sheets and duvets, and Hunter could smell the faint scent of the other party's shampoo and aftershave.
"So boring... so boring..."
Hunter's head rubbed against the pillow.
Winston finished talking on the phone, sat down beside the bed, and patted Hunter's lower back lightly: "Go to sleep if you're bored."
"No. My party's gone. I'm so heartbroken."
"Then get up, and I'll accompany you out for a walk." Winston raised his hand and glanced at his watch.
"Will it delay your flight tomorrow morning?"
"So be back before twelve o'clock."
Hunter immediately jumped up: "Let's go! Twelve o'clock will be here soon!"
As usual, Winston drove Hunter through the London night and came to a castle.
It looked in disrepair and crumbling.
"Hey... This castle won't collapse, right?" Hunter said worriedly.
"It will collapse, are you still coming in?"
Winston opened the car door and gestured for Hunter to follow him with his pockets in his pocket.
Without any lights, this castle seems to be far from the realm of the gods, and in the darkness there seems to be a monster that engulfs everything.
When I got closer, I found that there were several high-end sports cars parked in the open space in front of the castle, such as Maserati and Bugatti. And Winston's Ferrari is really pretty low-key.
Winston came to the door, took out a card, and swiped it lightly. After hearing a slight sound, the carved iron door opened a crack, and light was revealed.
When Hunter followed Winston in, his eyes widened.
The inside of the castle is completely dark, but not scary. In the muffled music, waitresses in tight black leather coats can be seen dancing around several guests, and a vague and enchanting figure is reflected on the wall.
"What's the topic of the day?" Winston asked the tall, security-looking man in a black suit.
"It's Lilith's temptation, sir." The security guard's attitude was very humble, completely different from what Hunter saw at the door of some bars.
"So is there any special service?"
"You can be Lilith's Adam."
"I can't drink today, just take care of my friends and you'll be fine."
At this time, Hunter could no longer hear what Winston said. He only saw a undulating figure sitting on the body of a VIP in the hanging tulle in front of him, and his heart was beating wildly. stand up.
Winston glanced sideways at Hunter: "Go play."
"Can I go play? Are you going then?"
Winston shook his head slightly: "Go ahead. Don't drink too much wine here, or you will have a headache tomorrow."
"You... will you look at me?"
"Yes. At twelve o'clock, you must go back with me." Winston reminded again.
"I know!"
Even after the race, the team will turn a blind eye to the driver and let the driver go crazy to reduce the pressure, but it does not mean that he can stay all night.
If Marcus knew that he was not going home at night, he would definitely explode with anger.
At this time, two or three beautiful women came over and came to Winston's side.
Winston turned his face and said two words to one of the women, who frowned and nodded again.
"Dear Adam, we are your Lilith."
Their voices made Hunter dizzy.
One of them put a black tie-like thing around Hunter's neck and dragged him away.
They took him to a leather chair and fastened his hands to the back and his feet to the sides of the chair.
"Hey... what do you want to do?"
Hunter suddenly became nervous, and suddenly remembered the "bundle party" mentioned in Winston's text message... It seems that this guy is not joking! But really!
"We're all Lilith - do you know what Lilith is?"
One of them leaned against the armrest and looked at Hunter with his chin propped up.
"The Witch of the Night... Adam's ex-wife..."
"Only we tempt Adam, never allow Adam to resist."
Then, Hunter experienced the most difficult time for him.
He couldn't move, he could only watch the women torture him in a way that made his blood vessels burst.
He had expected one of them to sit on top of him, but they were always not far or near.
The closest moment was when they took turns to feed him with wine glasses.
The first sip of wine poured into his throat, and Hunter choked on tears, and wherever he passed, it seemed to be on fire.
Wasn't Winston's warning too tactful
This is more than a rhythm that will cause a headache to wake up tomorrow morning!
He felt that there was no way he could get out of here!
The second cup was brought to his mouth again. Hunter didn't like the feeling of being drunk. Even if he didn't hate alcohol as much as before, he didn't want to get drunk himself.
Once drunk, it reminds him of his drunken father.
"Do you hate us? Honey, every guest who comes here has to drink at least three glasses of wine. Or we'll send him back from hell..."
If everyone had to drink three... Hunter reluctantly swallowed the second.
The heaven and the earth spun, and he felt that his body became very light.
"One more cup..."
Lilith whispered in his ear, he wanted to think, but his brain couldn't turn.
It's like losing control on the track, spinning, about to crash into the buffer zone at any moment.
The last glass of wine was brought to his lips.
Different from the previous spicy, this cup has a cool taste. When he swallowed it, every cell in his body seemed to be penetrated by that force, and he felt like a feather, floating up.
A woman held something in her hand, approached him, and blindfolded his eyes.
"It's time to have fun... Hunter, never forget the night we gave you..."
With the voice of the other party, his soul floating in the air was dragged down in an instant, no matter how hard he struggled, everything was falling.
In the confusion, someone sat on top of him.
The other person's fingers gently shuttled between the strands of his hair, and after they were lifted, they were allowed to slip between the fingers.
Those hands stroked his cheeks forcefully, as if to hold him tightly in their palms, crush him, and destroy him.
For some reason, Hunter suddenly became afraid.
"I... want to go back... I want to go back... "
"You don't want us? The game isn't over yet..." Lilith's slightly teasing voice sounded in his ears.
"I'm going back..." Hunter's tongue began to knot.
His consciousness was getting blurry.
No matter how touching these Liliths were, he hated the feeling that he couldn't control himself.
If it goes on like this... He knows he'll be unconscious soon.
Someone was gently kissing his eyes through the cloth towel, the other party's tongue touched the tip of his nose, and he licked like a dragonfly.
Then his cheeks and his ears were filled with each other's broken kisses, as if something was suppressed and could not be released.
In the confusion, Hunter knew that the other party controlled him in a seemingly gentle way.
If alcohol controlled his father, is it alcohol or Lilith who controlled him at the moment
His earlobe was gently bitten by the other party, and the slight pain reminded him that the person who kissed him was real.
His chin was lifted, exposing his neck.
Hunter is getting more and more afraid, he always feels that the other party will bite his neck like a beast, and he is just a fragile deer.
"Winston... Where are you Winston... let's go back!"
Hunter shouted.
He remembered Winston saying that he would be watching him here!
The man who was kissing him stopped.
At this moment, his head is getting heavier and heavier, and he can only call that person's name with the last bit of sobriety.
"Van Winston... you get over here... where have you been... where have you been... Winston..."
Suddenly, a force suddenly pressed down, as if it was suddenly pushed, crushed into his lips forcefully, and kissed frantically.
He wanted to call for help, but it was tantamount to opening up everything about him to the other party. He wanted to push the other party out, but what he got was an even more unstoppable invasion.
It is like a flame that breaks through the bondage of God from the depths of hell, arrogantly trying to ignite the world.
Hunter's tears fell, and he fell deeper and deeper...
The phone rang frantically, and there was a slam on the door outside the room.
Hunter touched for a long time and pressed his mobile phone off.
His head was exploding in pain.
"Hunter! Evan Hunter! Are you dead?" A team assistant's voice sounded from outside the door.
"I'm still alive..." As soon as he spoke, Hunter realized that his voice was a little hoarse.
"Scared me! You don't eat breakfast! You don't eat lunch! It's dinner time now! If you don't eat, Mr. Marcus asked him to feed you himself!"
"No... no..." Hunter thumped his head, then looked around.
This room is neat, where is it
Looking at the suitcase again, it seems to be his own
So... this is his room
what happened last night
In Hunter's mind, Winston drove himself to an old castle for a special party... Lilith's night.
Then I got stuck in a chair and drank three very powerful drinks...
"Hey! Hunter! Come down and eat dinner!"
"I see... right now!"
Unexpectedly, I slept until more than six o'clock the next day!
When he came to the sink, turned on the faucet, squeezed toothpaste, and raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, he was completely dumbfounded.
"These... what are these!"
Hunter lifted his chin, a red mark all over his neck.
"My mom..." He lifted up his T-shirt and found that his chest, belly, and waist were horrible.
The crazy, completely irrational kiss flooded into his mind.
"Oh my god... these women... they're amazing..."
Hunter couldn't remember the details, but he vaguely remembered that he was in a deep hole and couldn't extricate himself, and all his senses were out of control.
And he seemed to be "taken care" by those women and released... Many times
He lifted up his pants, just glanced at it, and was startled!
There are deep marks on his thighs, which are shocking.
"These women... are they going to eat me?"
Hunter suddenly felt very fortunate that he was able to come back alive.
Then he felt that his knowledge of Winston had risen to a new level.
Donald can only throw a cheesy bunny party, and the "Night of Lilith" that Winston takes him to see is simply deadly.
Completely emptied him!
Hunter now feels that both legs are weakening.
It's really hard to imagine, where will Winston take him next time
After he washed up, he walked back to the room and found a note on the bedside table.
It was an elegant and neat font, and even just looking at him with his eyes seemed to feel the strength of the other person's strokes: You are drunk, I brought you back. See you in Austria.
Hunter touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassed. How exactly Winston brought him back, he couldn't remember either.
Alcohol is really scary.
But after being drunk, even if it was intermittent, he could still remember the crazy attraction.
Blur the distance between fantasy and reality.
Is this why the father is addicted to alcohol
"And there's Winston..." Otherwise he didn't know where he was drunk.
As for the clothes he piled all over the world, they were all neatly packed into the suitcase.
Thinking on his toes, he knew that Winston had done it for him.
This guy is on a morning flight. He must know that he will sleep late, so he will help him organize his suitcases.
In that case, Winston should have stayed up all night, right
Hunter felt warm in his heart.
There was a T-shirt beside the bed, which Winston didn't put in, just to change it for him.
The moment Hunter dragged this piece off his body and bent down, he inadvertently glanced at his back in the full-length mirror...
"I wipe it! Why is it all over the back!"
Obviously he was trapped in a chair with his back leaning on the chair, how did these women get on it
And it goes all the way down, even near the tailbone!
Hunter felt like he... had a new appreciation for women's initiative.
So, when Hunter came to the restaurant for dinner, everyone looked at him with curious eyes.
"Hunter... why are you putting the towel around your neck?"
Because he was wearing a shirt, it wouldn't look weird if it was a T-shirt.
Hunter took the plate seemingly calmly and said, "Oh, my neck seems to be a little allergic."
"Allergies? You have to apply the medicine! I'll call the team doctor for you!"
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Damn it! I was kissed all over!
Winston: So what
Hunter: I want revenge on the world! I want to find that person!
Winston: Then what
Hunter: I… I…
Winston: You can kiss him all over.
Hunter: …Is that revenge