He turned around carefully and saw Winston's profile, and then he realized that the thin quilt was all over him, and Winston's back was empty.
He also told me to be careful not to catch a cold! You will catch a cold like this.
Hunter pulled up the quilt and dragged it in Winston's direction.
"Are you awake?" Winston opened his eyes and looked at him.
"Yeah!" Hunter sat up cross-legged and looked out the window, "I wonder what time it is?"
The bright moon is soft and bright in the sky, the moonlight falls on the pool water, and the dense water vapor rises up, everything is hazy and soft.
"It's ten o'clock at night."
"Ah? It's ten o'clock in the evening before I do anything?" Hunter showed a surprised expression.
Winston leaned on his side, propped his chin and smiled: "Then what do you really want to do?"
"...It's so quiet here."
"Yeah, so it's obvious if it makes a sound."
"...You guy is here again." Hunter reluctantly kicked the other side lightly.
Who knew that Winston grabbed his ankle, and it all happened so fast that Hunter didn't react at all.
Just as he was about to retract his foot, Winston pulled in his direction.
"Hey, stop playing! What if I get a cramp?"
"You didn't do flexibility training?" Winston asked flatly, but the strength of the clasp on Hunter's ankle didn't diminish at all.
"Ghost! Flexibility training is to prevent muscle strains during competitions! Who can pull their legs so high!"
"Is that high?" Winston tried to lift Hunter's ankle up again.
His wide bathrobe draped down, and from Winston's point of view it was absolutely clear what was inside.
"Put it down!" Hunter's arms supported his body and he stepped back.
But Winston still held himself tightly, unable to move at all.
"So?" Winston bent Hunter's knee on purpose and pulled him aside.
"I kicked you!"
Winston still didn't let go.
Hunter suddenly felt a sense of unhappiness that he was completely defeated in the competition of power. He bent his knees slightly and really kicked Winston's shoulder sharply.
"To make you proud!"
Winston really let go, he turned slightly, Hunter's foot rubbed past his shoulder, but unexpectedly he suddenly grabbed Hunter's calf and pressed his knee on his shoulder, Then slowly leaned in Hunter's direction.
"The legs are lifted and pressed against the shoulders, burning at least twenty-six calories per minute. Do you need it?"
This guy is playing tricks again.
Hunter angrily kicked the opponent with one leg, but who knew that he was detained again.
Obviously he is already very fast! Is this guy Winston a monster
"You don't dare to kick me hard, for fear of hurting my shoulder."
Winston's smile was shallow, but Hunter thought the guy was very proud.
"Let go! Or I'll really beat you!" Hunter waved his fist.
Winston's hands let go of Hunter's calf, and suddenly clasped the fist he swung over. Hunter just put his leg down, who knew that Winston yanked it violently, and Hunter threw himself forward. on him.
Winston clasped his waist and lifted it up, and Hunter was placed directly on top of him.
"A seated position, about sixty calories a minute. You need more than a hundred and five."
Winston's voice was right next to Hunter's ear, his breath was warm, and even without turning his face, Hunter knew that the other party was laughing.
"You're going to die!" Hunter supported Winston's shoulders and stood up abruptly.
Who knew that Winston just buckled his waist, and he slammed into the other side's nose.
At that moment, the place was rubbed by the tip of the opponent's nose, and he almost didn't fall to the ground.
"No... it's none of my business... it's you who played with me... "
Deserving it! Old rascal!
But Hunter subconsciously felt that Winston would not be angry.
Winston just turned his face away and smiled.
"If you laugh again, I really beat you!"
"You can't beat me." Winston stood up indifferently and opened the door of the cabin.
At this time, a woman in a kimono walked in and packed up the things on the table.
"Go back to your room to sleep now?" Winston asked.
This guy is really good, I really want those embarrassing things he did just now don't exist at all.
"Don't sleep!"
Hunter was a little pissed.
"Then you want to burn calories?" Winston asked with a smile.
Damn, the mention of "burning calories" now reminds Hunter of things he shouldn't.
Seeing that he didn't speak in anger, Winston patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go and play table tennis. Can you?"
"I won't! You teach me!"
Hunter followed Winston out of the cabin.
The table tennis room is far from where the guests sleep and requires a long corridor.
Hunter walked while looking at the scenery outside the house.
Shadows of himself and Winston were cast on the walls of the hallway.
Hunter stretched out his hand deliberately and made a push action, and the shadows on the wall were connected together.
"You are so naive."
Winston stopped suddenly, causing Hunter's palm to really press behind the other's shoulder.
"I'm naive and it's not the first day you know." Hunter smiled indifferently.
But in the palm of his hand, it was Winston's temperature.
As Winston moved forward, Hunter's palm suddenly cooled. He also felt lonely in his heart.
When they walked into the room where they played table tennis, the lighting was different from the dining room before, it was brighter and more spacious.
There were four ping pong tables in the room, but unfortunately there were no other guests in the hot spring hotel besides the two of them.
Winston came to him and taught him how to hold the racket, where the ball hits the racket.
His hand slowly slipped from Hunter's shoulder, came to his waist, and gently pressed against him from behind, taking him to experience the rotation of his waist when hitting the ball.
If it is to study American history, Hunter is completely untalented.
But learning ball games, Hunter's motor nerves are developed.
He tried a few shots with Winston. The first few balls either missed the net or missed.
But Winston was patient, watching Hunter pick up the ball all over the place.
Gradually, Hunter became dissatisfied.
"Hey, did you deliberately hit the ball where I couldn't catch it?"
"Isn't that what table tennis is like? How can I beat you if I hit the ball where you can catch it?" Winston asked, leaning on the table.
"...But then I'll keep picking up the ball!"
"It's good to keep picking up the ball," Winston said.
"You just want to see me tired!" Hunter pulled up his sleeves.
Wait and see, it won't be long before I let you pick up balls all over the place!
"I don't want to see you tired, I just want to see you lower and raise your waist," Winston said.
"Ah?" Hunter thought for two seconds, his eyes burning with anger, "You just lowered your body and raised your waist!"
After a long time, Winston just wanted to see him "picking up soap"!
Winston smiled and sent the ball in Hunter's direction with his racket.
Hunter felt that since they were reconciled, this guy's level of rogue seemed to have risen by another level.
He sighed...
Winston waved his racket, meaning "come again."
Hunter is getting better and better, and gradually Winston can no longer easily beat Hunter with one or two goals.
"yeah!"
Hunter finally pulled a good ball, Winston missed.
He originally thought that it was finally Winston's turn to pick up the ball, but who knew that this guy raised his chin in a natural way, meaning to let Hunter pick up the ball.
"Why do I still pick up the ball! Obviously you didn't catch it!"
"The ball jumped to you."
"I don't pick it up!" Hunter decided to follow the principle.
"It's fine if you don't pick it up."
Winston directly took out another ping pong ball.
Hunter's disappointment multiplied.
The ball bounced not far from him.
Winston looked at Hunter, sighed, walked slowly to Hunter's side, and lowered his body.
Hunter was surprised in his heart: oh oh oh! About to see Winston picking up soap!
But to his disappointment... Winston knelt down on one knee and picked up the ping-pong ball in a really elegant posture, which was completely different from bending over so stupidly to pick it up...
Why didn't you think of picking up the ball like this
On the other hand, Winston turned his face to the side, looking from the bottom to the top, not knowing what he saw, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"What are you laughing at?" Hunter frowned.
"Your little Hunter is cute."
Hunter was surprised. Did Winston see it from his trousers
As soon as he lowered his head, he knew that he had been tricked by the other party again. Winston's height could not see his trousers at all.
"It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to rest." Winston said, pointing to the clock hanging on the wall.
"Well, all right. Go to the rush again and go to sleep!"
Hunter returned the racket to Winston and stretched his arms. When put down, the loose neckline from playing slid to one side.
Hunter yawned and was about to open the door and go out, but Winston grabbed the collar lightly.
"Be careful of catching a cold."
Winston pulled up the collar for him.
"Thank you."
"However, your shoulders are really nice."
"Huh? What?" Hunter turned around, feeling amazing, this was the first time he heard Winston praise something good.
"Makes you want to take a hard bite."
Winston said as he walked past Hunter indifferently.
"..." Hunter looked at his back and sighed with a long sigh.
Have the ability to let the whole world know that you are a rogue!
The bedroom that Winston booked was a double tatami.
The mattress has been made, and it feels good to see it.
"Why do you keep roses on the tatami?" Hunter asked, tilting his head.
"Probably when I booked the room, I said it was two people, and I was mistaken for a couple or a couple."
Winston picked up the rose: "You don't like it?"
"... I'm a man, where do I have any favorite flowers!"
"Then just throw it away. Putting a rose is really offensive."
Winston was about to walk to the window when Hunter grabbed him quickly.
"Forget it! It's already open. It would be a pity to throw it out and no one appreciates it."
Hunter reached for it and put it back on the pillow.
Some things are born fragile and beautiful, perhaps just to be cared for.
"Hunter, you really tend to be soft-hearted and gentle," Winston said.
"What about you? Would you throw it away without me?"
"What doesn't work for me, or isn't what I want, I'll turn a blind eye to."
Hunter bowed his head, and he could vaguely sense Winston's cruel and determined side.
"I'm going to shower!"
"Go ahead." Winston took out his phone and started browsing the pages.
Hunter flushed the hot water casually, put on a new bathrobe, and returned to the room.
Wiping his head, he walked over to Winston and found him reading news on oil and futures.
"Wow, I don't pay attention to these things."
Winston raised his arm casually and put it lightly on Hunter's shoulder: "You have to learn how to properly allocate assets so as to achieve asset appreciation. Otherwise, even if you become a top racing driver, even if your annual salary exceeds 10 million, you will be very happy. It will run out soon."
"Have you invested all your money?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Um."
Hunter is the kind of person who lives in the moment, while Winston is clearly thinking long-term.
"So, when you left Formula 1 another day, are you planning to go into business?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Not necessarily, but you have to have plenty of time for whatever you do."
"Enjoy life?" Hunter asked with a crooked face.
Winston smiled: "Not only to enjoy life, but also to watch the restless heart."
"A restless mind? Is your mind restless?"
Winston's smile stayed on his lips, he didn't answer Hunter's question, but went to shower.
Hunter followed behind him: "Then why don't I give you my salary too? Can you take care of it for me?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will run away with the money?"
"Don't be afraid. You won't."
"And what if my business fails and goes bankrupt?" Winston's voice came from the other side of the door.
"As long as...as long as you don't drink and do stupid things like my father...we'll start all over again and pay off the debt!"
"Fool."
The shower sounded, and Winston's "idiot" sounded softly in Hunter's heart.
He couldn't help but keep thinking, what did Winston mean by "dumb"
Do you think he doesn't know how to manage money, or do you think it's a little stupid to trust others financially
After a few minutes, Winston came out and found Hunter still standing not far from the door, so he asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Why do you call me 'dumb'?" Hunter asked.
Winston turned his face to the side, his shoulders trembled slightly, this was the first time Hunter had seen him laugh.
"Why are you laughing? Do you think I shouldn't care about you calling me an idiot?"
Winston lowered his body, picked up the rose, and touched Hunter's face lightly: "You don't need to give me your money. You can do whatever you like. Buying the house you lived in as a child is the most important thing. Get another car, your old jeep is prone to accidents."
"It was driven by our family when we were out to play, and I didn't want to throw it away."
"Isn't the garage at that house quite big? Remember that you can park three cars. One space is reserved for the old Jeep, and the rest is bought for a new car."
"There is one more place for you." Hunter said with a smile.
Sounds like he bought that house back.
Winston's fingers paused, and suddenly pinned the flower to Hunter's ear: "Anyway, as long as you are well, I will let you live without food and clothing."
Hunter's heart seemed to be poked.
He took the rose from behind his ear, and Winston had lifted the quilt and sat in.
"Hey! Don't say things like that! I'll be even less aggressive! And... and it's like a marriage proposal!"
Hunter opened the quilt beside him and sat in.
"Didn't you say that you were going to Dubai to buy you a big diamond ring?"
Winston had fallen into the quilt and closed his eyes.
"I don't want it!" Hunter stretched his foot out of his quilt, squeezed into Winston's quilt, and kicked him.
As a result, before he had time to exert his strength, he was detained by the opponent.
"open."
"You take it back yourself."
Hunter gritted his teeth, sat up, lifted the other party's quilt, and broke the other party's fingers.
After finally breaking it apart, Hunter found that the trouser legs of Winston's bathrobe were almost all up. He folded his knees, and his legs were long and beautiful.
This made Hunter envy a little, and angrily pulled the quilt on the other side and returned to his own.
"Stop it. Go to sleep." Winston closed his eyes.
"I'll ignore you. Go to sleep." Hunter rolled up the quilt, turned sideways and closed his eyes.
The world quieted down, body and mind relaxed, and Hunter fell asleep like this.
And the flight back to Tokyo tomorrow is at night, so Hunter can rest assured to sleep until noon.
The next morning, Hunter was woken up by birdsong.
His eyelids trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that Winston's face was in front of him!
Hunter just wanted to move, only to realize that his sleeping appearance was really ugly.
One leg was directly on Winston's waist, not only that, but Winston's arm was resting under his head!
He was about to sit up when he realized that Winston's other hand was lightly on his lap.
Ouch! my God!
Hunter quickly retracted his legs, then moved the quilt over to cover Winston.
He robbed him of his quilt, Winston must not get sick!
Otherwise, the game in Abu Dhabi will be affected, and I will really die of guilt!
As if Winston didn't mean to wake up, Hunter exhaled and went to the bathroom.
By the time he returned, Winston had not woken up.
Previously in Austria, Winston was dissatisfied with the smell of his room and slept with Hunter. But it seemed that every time, whether drunk or chatting overnight, it was the first time Hunter got up earlier than Winston.
He sat cross-legged on his mattress, propped his head up and looked at Winston, once again confirming that the guy was indeed good-looking.
The forehead and the bridge of the nose are connected together, which is where he has the most so-called aristocratic temperament. And the line of the eyes, which Hunter never studied very carefully because he was a man, and now it seems that Winston's eyes are actually very delicate. His lips were in a relaxed state at this time, soft and even had a feeling that people wanted to touch.
There was a grunt from Hunter's stomach.
Winston's eyes trembled slightly and he sat up slowly.
"What time is it?" Winston asked.
His voice was a little lazy, and Hunter felt itchy.
"It's eleven o'clock."
Winston moved for a while and Hunter pressed his arm: "Are you awake first? Have you washed up? We can have lunch directly."
"It's done!" Hunter thought for a while and then said, "I stole your quilt yesterday, you can push me back."
"It doesn't matter. Children like to steal other people's things." Winston raised his eyes to look in Hunter's direction, and then didn't look away for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Hunter waved his hand in front of him.
Winston nodded and smiled: "I complimented your shoulders yesterday, so did you show me your shoulders early in the morning?"
Hunter paused for a while, then understood, and tugged at the collar: "Can't you just say that my collar fell off?"
"What a pity. If you leave here, you won't be able to see you wearing a yukata." Winston got up slowly and went to wash up.
Hunter snorted and began to pack his things, putting on the jeans and T-shirt he had been wearing when he arrived.
After they finished their lunch, they drove away from Noboribetsu and headed to the airport in Sapporo.
Winston was driving on the road, and the speed was not fast. Hunter squinted and felt the wind passing by his cheek.
"Hey... We will go on vacation together in the future!"
"Okay," replied Winston.
"Abu Dhabi is very close to Dubai. When the game is over, we will go to the Burj Al Arab Hotel together!" Hunter said.
"There is nothing unusual about the sailing hotel."
This is not the first time Winston has raced in Abu Dhabi, so there is no mystery or expectation in Dubai for Winston.
"I haven't lived there." Hunter said, "I heard that the water park there is okay, have you played it?"
"I don't play with that much. If you want to go, let's go together."
Hunter has a sense of dialogue between dad and son.
"Then what are you interested in?"
"Riding, skiing, golf, sailing."
"Really noble." Hunter whispered.
"You don't want to go with me?" Winston asked, looking sideways.
"I don't know any of that."
"I teach you."
"That's pretty much it." Hunter smiled.
"The season is over, let's go together."
"OK!"
They arrived at the airport in Sapporo, changed their boarding passes, and got on the plane.
Hunter was waiting in line to board the plane when someone stopped him.
"Hunter, I didn't expect to meet you here!"
As soon as Hunt turned around, he saw Audrey Wilson. She still has a SLR camera hanging on her chest, a luggage bag on her back, and a casual jacket, which is wrapped in jeans to make her legs more graceful and moving.
Hunter smiled: "Are you on vacation in Sapporo? Or interviewing someone?"
"Hahaha... You can't laugh when I tell you." Audrey walked towards Hunter and whispered, "I heard from the Ferrari guy that Winston came to Sapporo for a vacation, so he came here for a vacation and said Maybe by chance?"
Audrey blinked.
Although it was a joking tone, Hunter could feel that Audrey really appreciated Winston.
"After the encounter, what do you want to do?" Hunter asked half-jokingly.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Wow! You have made a lot of investments! Have you invested in bars, clubs
Winston: Hmm.
Hunter: Not your style!
Winston: As long as it suits your taste.
Hunter: Wow! And a hotel!
Winston: It's easy to sleep with you all over the world.
Hunter: Why are there still airlines
Winston: I know where you went.
Hunter: …