When Hunter walked into the studio and sat drowsily on the bar stool, Losey knew Hunter was out of shape.
At this time, Winston, who had already changed his clothes, came to Losy's side. Losey lip-mouthed Winston: Please.
Winston nodded and walked towards Hunter.
"Eh? Why are you here? Your filming is over?"
"Well." Winston lowered his head and whispered to Hunter, "It's boring, isn't it?"
"A little bit." Hunter smiled embarrassedly.
In any case, Losey has been very patient.
"Then let's make it interesting."
"How did it get interesting?" Hunter asked.
"Let's play a game. I'm standing behind Rosie and you imitate my moves, but when you do my moves, try your best to seduce me."
"What?" Hunter's face almost turned red again.
"Because when I take pictures, all I think of is you. I don't need to tempt the world, I just want you to want to kiss me when you see my picture." Winston lowered his eyes and said softly.
Hunt turned his face sideways, his ears were completely red.
"Then I seduced you, and I don't know!"
"I'll kiss you when the photo is finished. You can count how many times I kissed you, and you'll know how many times you've touched me." Winston's fingers flicked on Hunter's forehead, " What, when you followed Owen's unsavory things, were you embarrassed that you didn't see you?"
"You... don't underestimate me... "
"I didn't underestimate you." There was a faint smile on Winston's lips, and he said in Hunter's ear, "As long as you don't go too far, I can't help being in Losey's ear. Just kiss you in front of you."
Winston stepped back, and Losey was curious about the shy look on Hunter's face.
He turned his face to the side, his hands on the bar stool.
This kind of shyness is different from the embarrassment of taking pictures and not knowing how to show yourself in front of the camera.
Losey looked back at Winston who was standing behind him, and Winston nodded lightly.
Hunter looked at Winston, Winston's hand hooked lightly on the collar, slowly drew a circle, and then slowly pulled down, but only showed more lines on the neck, and then stopped.
Hunter giggled a little, saying that he definitely has no talent for seducing Winston, maybe he hits right occasionally, but if it's a game, it doesn't matter.
His fingers hooked on his collar, his chin was slowly raised, and he looked at Winston, those icy blue eyes that were far away, but Hunter felt very close. He raised the corners of his lips and lowered his raised chin slowly, then suddenly couldn't hold back and smiled.
Losey held the camera, motionless.
Winston turned his face to the side, knuckles sliding slowly down his chin, brushing against his Adam's apple.
Hunter's throat went dry.
He really wanted to grab this man in front of him.
Hunter smiled back, a little self-deprecating, and a little "forget it, it's nothing to care about", his index finger knuckles slowly walked down the line of his chin, staying between the Adam's apple, more slowly He swept across the curve and hooked down on the collar, but he didn't pull it off. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips slightly parted, and the tip of his tongue lightly pressed against his teeth.
Winston's eyes grew darker.
Hunter turned his face slowly, his eyes falling.
Losey, who looked at him through the camera, was completely stunned. Hunter in the picture exuded a fatal attraction, dragging his eyes, and his calm desire burned in an instant, making people want to kiss him fiercely.
Losey subconsciously took a step back.
Hunter tilted his head.
Losey raised his hand: "I'm sorry, my calf is a little tired after standing for too long."
"Then you are like me, take a high stool and sit down?"
Hunter returned to his original boyish appearance.
"OK, thanks."
Winston pushed a bar stool to Losey.
Hunter went into three more casual outfits, and it was four-thirty in the afternoon when Hunter's shoot ended.
Hunter wanted to lean over to the computer to see his photo, but was taken away by Winston pressing his forehead.
"I'll take him out for dinner and relax."
"Okay! You guys go. You must be back at seven o'clock." Losey smiled and said goodbye to Hunter.
Carlos leaned over to Losey's computer, glanced at the photo, and nearly spit out the coffee in his mouth.
"I didn't expect it..." Luo Xi raised his head and said.
"I really didn't expect... This brat wants women to fall asleep and men to bend?"
"Yeah, sex transcendence. Youthful and sunny sexiness between teenagers and adults. I really want to know, what game Winston said he played with him?"
"I just know... I'm now looking forward to how the pictures of them together at night will turn out."
Carlos smiled pointedly.
"Oh...you mean...the two of them..." Losey showed a sudden realization.
"Haha! No way! Did you see it now? From the moment Winston came in, I felt that he was very protective of that kid."
At this time, Hunter followed Winston out of the studio.
"Hey, where's my PR assistant?"
"He went to dinner with my assistant."
When they passed the pantry, Hunter was still tilting his head to look at the photos on the wall, and was suddenly pulled by someone. His reaction force made him slam the door of the pantry, but when he realized that Wen When Ston's other hand wrapped around his waist, he let go of his own and let himself be dragged in.
The door was closed.
Since everyone was off to rest and dinner, and the light in the pantry was turned off, Hunter fumbled to turn on the light, but Winston grabbed his finger.
Hunter took a deep breath when his fingertips were caught by the other party. The other party let go of his hand, and his hands sank between his hair, slowly stroking to the ends of his hair, and then his kiss fell.
It was darkness with no light at all, and Hunter couldn't see each other's expressions, so he became more sensitive to temperature and touch.
His lips were kissed, his nerves were stretched, and his breathing seemed to follow the lure of the other person into another world.
The tip of his tongue was licked and rolled, and his lips were held by the other party again and again.
Winston took his hand and released all his longing.
It was an intense, near-breakdown emotion.
Hunter hugged him, so nervous that every second felt like he was going to cross the finish line.
For the first time, he clearly felt that he was in control of Winston's emotions and impulses. His madness and loss of control were all his own.
Hunter bowed his head, Winston's chin resting on top of his head, he was holding his breath, and Hunter wanted to see his expression like a madman.
"I... I'll turn on the light to get you tissues..."
Hunter raised his hand to touch the light switch, but was caught by Winston's wrist.
The other's face was against Hunter's cheek.
"Wait a minute... wait a second... hold me."
At that moment, Hunter's heart seemed to be flooded with a warm tide that was about to burst, but he was willing to be submerged.
"it is good… "
Hunter wrapped his arms around each other's waist, hugged him, and listened to his heartbeat.
Until a few minutes later, Winston raised his hand to turn on the light, the expression on his face was as usual, and Hunter looked at him, a little disappointed.
"Come on, we only have an hour left for dinner."
"Um… "
The two left the pantry, and the air that was full of Winston's masculinity dissipated when the door was opened, which made Hunter regret.
Hunter secretly made up his mind that he would study hard, how to overwhelm this man, and then look at his out of control expression openly!
They found a western restaurant near the studio and ordered the simplest spaghetti and red wine. Of course, Hunt only has orange juice.
"Have you counted, how many times have I kissed you?" Winston asked as he rolled up the spaghetti.
"Ah?" Hunter then remembered his bet with Winston, "I don't remember! How can it be counted!"
"Would you like to count again that night?"
"I do not want it!"
Maybe the guns go off, and then there will be a big fight in the room! He hasn't practiced yet. When he cultivates into a god, he will surprise Winston again!
Winston smiled lightly.
The spaghetti was quickly finished, and Hunter rubbed his eyes.
Winston said, "Come on with me."
"why?"
"Lean on me and sleep for a while."
"are not you sleepy?"
"I'm used to it, so I don't feel anything."
Yes, Winston made his name in his Formula 1 debut, and he definitely has more business and endorsements than he does.
Hunter came to Winston's side, leaned over his shoulder, and fell asleep shortly after.
The waiter came over to clear the plate, and Winston pressed his palm, motioning for the other person's voice to be softer.
Half an hour later, Winston returned to the studio with Hunter.
Filming started again in full swing.
But what reassured Hunter was that this time Winston was by his side.
When they came to the background, all the staff left as usual, and only two photographers stayed there to communicate and shoot from different angles.
Hunter's casualness is in stark contrast to Winston's restraint.
The shooting process went quite smoothly. Losey's memory card was full, and he took a temporary break for ten minutes.
Hunter looked at Winston amusingly with his pockets in his pockets, and kicked his calf with his toes: "Hey, are you hot in a trench coat?"
"Why don't you come and feel it?"
"How do you feel? You take it off and put it on for me?"
"You sit there."
Hunter sat on the high stool according to what the other party said.
Winston opened his trench coat and wrapped him from behind, revealing only his forehead and top of his head.
Hunter smirked in Winston's trench coat.
"Hahaha, it's really hot! Are you sweating? It doesn't smell like sweat?"
Hunter was about to turn his face to take a sniff, his cheek just pressed against Winston's chest.
Winston bowed his head and kissed Hunter on the head.
"If you move around like this, I'll definitely get hot."
Hunter had a hunch that his face was going to turn red again, and he pushed Winston away with his elbow.
Winston took a step back, and when he got out of the windbreaker, Hunter realized that Losey and Carlos had been filming with the camera for an unknown amount of time!
Winston this guy must know!
The day's shooting didn't end until eleven o'clock.
"I feel like I've been through a whole season of racing..."
Hunter was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed as he walked. He put one hand on Winston's shoulder, completely relying on the other side to determine the direction to go forward.
"Hey, see you tomorrow at the Million Rose Manor!" Losey said goodbye to Hunter.
"What is Million Rose Manor?" Hunter asked, bumping Winston's back with his forehead.
"It's a holiday villa. There are tens of thousands of roses planted in it. It is the private villa of the chief designer of Versace. This time I took it out for us to shoot the exterior."
"Rose? We two men use roses as the theme?" Hunter felt unreliable.
"The Prince and the Beast," said Winston softly.
"Hahaha, then you must be a prince, and I am a beast?"
Why do you think Winston is full of aristocracy.
"Really?" Winston just asked indifferently, "It's late, go to bed earlier."
At the front desk of the hotel, the public relations manager of the Marcus team asked Hunter: "Would you like to book another room for you? It was very tiring to shoot, I was afraid that the two of you would not sleep well..."
Everyone has their own habits and privacy.
Hunter was trying to answer, but Winston said, "No need. I have less time to sleep. If I pack my luggage, it will be a waste of time. I have to wake him up tomorrow morning."
A legitimate reason!
The PR assistant nodded vigorously in gratitude. Anyway, he didn't have the ability to wake Hunter up!
Back in the room, Hunter lay on the bed and texted Owen.
Owen: Are you still alive
Hunter: Should I ask you this? The black powder didn't do anything to you, did it
Owen: I went to the bathroom during my coffee today and nearly drank the blade out of the coffee when I got back.
Hunter trembled in his heart, he didn't expect black fans to reach such a level.
Hunter: Did you call the police
Owen: Call the police. But the coffee shop only has surveillance at the cashier. No fingerprints were found on the blade or cup.
Hunter: Then you protect yourself!
Owen: Hahahaha! You should protect your back first!
Hunter had a black line on his face, and he was really kind.
But such a black fan... is too scary, right
Feeling something go slowly down your spine from your shoulders, even down the middle of your lower back…
Hunter took a deep breath and turned his face to see Winston.
The other party was lying on his side with his chin supported and looked at him, the other hand was on Hunter's body.
Suddenly I remembered what Winston said before that one of his sexiest times was when he was lying on the bed and playing with his phone.
don't be nervous... don't be nervous...
Calm down! Winston said he would do nothing.
"Go brush your teeth, wash your face, and go to bed," Winston said.
Although it is an imperative sentence of command, it is very soft.
"Oh, I'll go now!" Hunter was about to get up, but Winston held down his phone.
"Are you texting Owen?"
"Yeah, take care of him! What if we really attend his funeral when we go back this time?"
Winston looked at Hunter's serious expression, and there was a smile in his eyes.
"impossible."
"What's impossible?"
"No one can murder Lawrence Owen. It's possible to kidnap you." Winston smiled slightly with his chin raised.
Hunter's gaze seemed to flow back into his pupils, ramming along the optic nerve deep in his brain.
Hunter pretended to go to the bathroom calmly, brushing his teeth and washing his face.
Damn, I really wanted to bite this guy hard just now!
Because of the daytime shooting and lack of sleep the night before, Hunter fell into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, they drove to the "Million Rose Manor".
This manor was designed and built by the chief designer to commemorate and his wife's tenth anniversary.
The labor cost of taking care of roses every day is staggering.
Hunter was not interested in roses.
But when he saw the whole sea of roses, he was really shocked.
His eyes were full of bright red, as if if he took one step further, he would be overwhelmed by the madness that gathered and brewed the whole world.
The photography team began to arrange the lighting boards, and Carlos and Losey were also communicating and designing the image.
Because it is outdoors, there is no place to change clothes that can be covered.
Hunter could only undress and change quickly in the sun.
And Winston was not far from him.
The other's two long straight legs were more conspicuous in the sunlight.
He couldn't help but sigh.
"Why are you sighing?" Hunter's stylist asked with a smile. "Did you not sleep last night?"
"No... I'm a little envious of Winston's long legs..." Hunter felt that he didn't need to hide his admiration for Winston.
Who knew the stylist laughed too.
"Hunter, Hunter... Don't you ever think your legs look good? I found out when I adjusted your waist. In terms of body proportions, your legs are already better than many top male models."
"Really?"
"Really." The stylist leaned towards Hunter and whispered, "And when you turned your back to Winston, he looked at your legs for over ten seconds..."
"No... impossible, right?"
"Although it may be that there is nowhere to put the line of sight."
Hunter turned his face to find that Winston was really looking at him.
The guy's face was still expressionless, but Hunter could feel the heat in his sight.
He turned his head quickly and continued talking to the stylist.
Stop looking at me!
Others have found out, okay
Winston was still in an inky suit, but his shirt collar was open and his tie hung loosely around his neck.
When he was holding a large bunch of roses, the flowers were facing down, and walking among the roses, there was an uninhibited and unconstrained feeling, which was in stark contrast to his usual self-discipline.
Hunter, who was standing by and watching, was dumbfounded.
The strength and charm of men are contrasted by this sea of roses.
Hunter didn't need to look at the photos taken, and felt that his heart was about to burst.
"Well, today's theme is the carefree prince and the beast that wants to murder him. The prince trusts the beast very much. Winston, you are more experienced, you can lead Hunter. We strive for the best in daylight. It's time to complete this group of shooting, and then everyone parted ways happily!" Carlos clapped his hands and said loudly.
"Huh?" Hunter couldn't grasp the point, completely at a loss.
And Losey came to Carlos and asked in a low voice, "Do you think Winston will choose to be a prince or a beast?"
"Of course he would rather be the beast that ate the little prince in one bite." Carlos turned his face sideways and gave Losey a smirk.
"Ha ha."
"Hunter, just sit here and don't look at me."
Winston said, gently placing a rose in Hunter's hand, "Take it."
"it is good."
Hunter held the rose and sat on the grass. The shooting didn't seem to have started yet. He felt a little silly holding the rose, so he leaned it on his shoulder and waited for Losey's prompt.
When he was thinking about what Winston was going to do, he found that Winston was kneeling beside him with his pockets in his pockets, turning his face to the side as if he wanted to kiss in front of everyone.
The blood in Hunter's whole body was surging to spurt out of his heart. He subconsciously turned sideways to try to dodge, but Winston grabbed the petal of the rose on his shoulder, bit it gently, and slowly pulled the petal away. down.
When the rose was deflected by Winston's strength, Hunter only felt that his heart was bitten gently by Winston and left his body.
"My God... how come I didn't find Vann Winston so sexy before?" Carlos said while pressing the shutter.
"Because you're not Evan Hunter." Losey scolded him mercilessly.
"What are you trying to do to me now?" Winston said in a voice only Hunter could hear.
"Overwhelm you and watch you cry." When Hunter thought that this guy was definitely trying to tease him just now, he had a bad intention.
"Then you can try it. With so many people, maybe I'll let you." Winston said.
"Haha!" Hunter's eyes flashed slyly.
Winston was slightly startled, only to see Hunter standing up and hooking his fingers at him, a little arrogant, but with a hint of evil willfulness.
As soon as Winston stood up, Hunter grabbed his loose tie and turned around. In his hand was the big bouquet of roses that Winston had just held, and he arrogantly threw it towards the camera. past.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: I want more than a submarine.
Hunter: What
Winston: Rose Manor.
Hunter: What do you want that
Winston: Imagine you have nothing on you, lying in rose petals, and I'll be able to fix it for hours.
Hunter: …