"Irving is just a friend of mine. We are both racers... We're always sharing ideas, and I'll listen to him talk about other drivers. I don't know what makes you misunderstand me and Owen... It's that relationship."
"Lie! Why are you lying to me! I clearly saw you kissing!" Merlin got excited again.
The blood on Jonny's forehead also flowed into his eyes, falling down with the tears.
"I kissed Owen? It's impossible!" Hunter was completely stunned, where did Merlin see it
Isn't this guy paranoid
"I got it! I got it all!" Merlin took out his phone and threw it to Hunter, "The password is your birthday! See for yourself!"
Hunter had no idea that Merlin would even know his birthday. Obviously, his birthday this year was passed by no one in the entire team.
The feeling that my birthday is only remembered by BT fans is too subtle.
Turning on his mobile phone, the screen shows him opening the window and looking at the scenery when he first arrived in Singapore.
It turns out that Merlin has been following him since the first day he arrived in Singapore!
"Look at the nineteenth photo in the album! Tell me what you are doing!" Merlin roared.
Heng's photo album is full of his photos. He and Shen Chuan ate at the restaurant, he communicated with Shen Xi about the suspension system, and he and the public relations manager set the media interview time... every photo is of him.
And the nineteenth picture happened to be the first time Hunter went to Owen's room, and the guy was wearing a bath towel to open the door.
Standing in the doorway, I was just grabbed by Owen, leaning forward, and Owen's face was blocked by the back of Hunter's head. From this point of view... Isn't kissing a game of staring
Hunter himself thought it was a kiss!
"We didn't kiss. I couldn't have kissed him, Irving likes to play tricks, it was just a joke he made to me."
"It's not kissing, so what are you telling me about the back photo? Don't tell me you're playing a game of bedding!"
Hunter slid back as he said, and the pictures made his hair stand up.
The photo was taken from outside the window of Owen's room.
Hunter was sitting on Owen's waist, holding Owen's arm, pressing him on the bed, bowing his head, obviously about to kiss him.
And the next picture is Owen turning sideways and teasing and saying something to Hunter, while Hunter is still pressing on him, which is so ambiguous that it makes people blush. So close, it's like rubbing each other's ears beforehand.
At the back, Hunter was holding Owen's waist, and Owen was lying on the bed teaching Hunter how to break free. It's just that they were blocked by the window sill, and from this angle it really looks like it's done.
And Hunter remembers studying in Owen's room for over an hour that night!
Lawrence Owen! How the hell didn't you know to draw the curtains!
Now what is he going to explain! how to explain!
"Didn't you see us all wearing clothes? Have you ever seen rolling in sheets with clothes on? You keep saying that you're my fan, that's what you think of me?" Hunter decided instead of looking scared in front of Merlin, It's better to be tough, in order to appear that there is really nothing between you and Owen.
Merlin was stunned there, and the dagger in his hand was put down. He was really stunned by what Hunter said.
Hunter kept gesturing to Jonny, hoping that he could flee now. Who knew that this coward wouldn't even dare to move, so he was there to take Merlin as a hostage.
Hunter scolded Marcus upside down in his heart.
It's not good to send someone, I have to let such a guy who can't even run to "protect" him!
"So... so what are you doing?" Merlin seemed to really believe what Hunter said.
"We're stretching each other's muscles and joints. You've been chasing me for so long, don't you know that drivers have to keep their body joints flexible?" Hunter said, "As for Owen's text message about rolling sheets, it refers to It's just that he has a bad personality and likes to make jokes like this."
Hunter now understands that the man who threw dead cockroaches on Owen's bed and sent him bloody chicken feet was Merlin.
Come to think of it, Owen deserved it.
"Will you give me the knife?" Hunter approached Merlin and extended his hand to him.
"No! You're lying to me!" Merlin looked at Hunter warily.
"I don't. I don't like Lawrence Irving at all..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Merlin shuddered, and suddenly clenched the dagger again.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'll go see who that is."
Hunter was about to walk to the door when Merlin shouted, "Don't go!"
The knocking on the door didn't stop.
Winston's voice came: "Hunter, are you in there?"
Hunter was stunned, it turned out to be Winston.
"Hunter, you don't answer when I call you. Are you inside?" Winston's special voice made Hunter calm down.
It should be that his phone was broken by Merlin just now, so Winston's phone couldn't get in.
Merlin stared at Hunter, shook his head, and motioned Hunter not to speak.
But within two seconds, Jonny's phone rang.
Without looking, Hunter knew it was from Winston.
Jonny's phone ringing was lady gaga, and the sound shook Hunter's shoulders, and he wasn't sure Winston could hear it outside the door.
"Let me answer the door. If he doesn't answer now, he'll go to the front desk to open the door," Hunter replied.
"You… you want to run away!"
"Escape? Why should I run away? You keep chasing me, always trying to comfort me, always supporting and encouraging me... But you don't even know who my favorite person is? You doubt my assistant , you doubt the drivers I know, but you don't even know who I like the most!"
Hunter snorted coldly.
"You... Who is the person you like? If you don't tell me, I'll kill him!" Merlin tightened Jonny's neck, and Jonny had to endure the cough.
Hunter was silent. He knew that the more Merlin wanted to know who he liked, the less likely it would be to kill Jonny. He wanted to lead Merlin to his side step by step.
"I don't want him to know. He'll tell everyone in the team and then you'll never see me again, I'll just tell you."
Hunter waved to Merlin.
Merlin froze there. He was thinking about the implications of Hunter's words.
Hunter knew that his chance was only for a moment, otherwise Merlin realized that he had been deceived and would probably not care about anything but revenge.
Merlin let go of Jonny and said sternly to him: "You dare to move, I will throw this knife and stab you in the head!"
Jonny was so dizzy that he held his head and sat down against the wall.
And Hunter opened his arms and looked undefended, as if he wanted to hug Merlin.
Such a temptation made Merlin's eyes show a happy expression.
He walked towards Hunter step by step, came to a distance of half an arm from Hunter, and looked at Hunter with expectant eyes: "Tell me... Who is that person... "
"That person is..." Hunter leaned towards Merlin, as if to speak in his ear.
Suddenly, his fingers clasped the tiger's mouth where Merlin was holding the dagger, and squeezed inward with the strength of crushing his fingers.
"Ah—" Merlin roared, but he didn't know what kind of obsession, he refused to put down the dagger at all, and even slammed into Hunter fiercely.
Hunter took advantage of the situation and pressed his shoulders, twisted his arm with lightning speed, raised his knees and hit his lower back, Jonny didn't see what was happening at all, only saw Hunter overwhelm Merlin. On the ground, and his dagger fell into the distance.
"How could you treat me like this! How could you lie to me! How dare you lie to me! I love you so much! I can do anything for you!" Merlin's eyes flushed, and he struggled on the ground angrily.
Jonny had never seen such a scene.
"Johnny! Let Winston in! Now! Right now!" Hunter yelled at Jonny, who finally woke up.
He staggered to his feet, came to the door, groped for a long time, and finally opened the door.
Winston saw that Jonny was covered in blood and strode in immediately.
"Winston!" Hunter looked up at the man.
Winston's arrival made Hunter relax a little. He suddenly turned over, kicked Hunter down, grabbed the dagger and turned to stab Hunter.
Hunter watched the bright and sharp tip get closer and closer to his lower abdomen, only to hear a "scared" sound. Winston did not know when he came to Hunter's side, and bluntly clasped Merlin's wrist. His hand was broken in reverse.
There was no sloppiness at all, his profile was as cold as a cliff.
For the first time, Hunter saw undisguised killing intent in this man's eyes.
"Ah-ah-" Merlin yelled frantically, and Hunter wondered if Winston had smashed his arm.
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Merlin's jaw trembled, and the other hand that wasn't injured picked up the fallen dagger, but it was snatched away by Winston.
"Johnny, call the police." Winston's cold voice became the most sober being in this space.
Jonny woke up from a big dream, climbed to his cell phone and made a call.
"Is he the one who stalked you?" Winston looked down at Hunter.
"Ah... um." Hunter swallowed and nodded.
Winston reached out and grabbed Hunter firmly.
He squatted down in front of Merlin: "Did you take so many pictures of him because you were obsessed with him?"
This man has a handsome face, and his indifference carries a certain deadly sense of strength.
"I love him...but he loves someone else..." Merlin's tears fell.
Hunter didn't understand this madness, but he was inexplicably sad.
"Oh, who does he love?"
"Lawrence Owen! That charlatan! He's mesmerized by his face! It must be!" Merlin was hysterical again.
"You're a lunatic... but I'm crazier than you. I can't allow anyone other than me to be obsessed with Evan Hunter, and I can't stand the possibility that he has a crush on someone else."
Merlin froze there.
After a few seconds, he finally woke up: "It's you... it's you... "
"Yes, if you really pay attention to him, how can you not find out whose arms he sleeps every night and who he kisses every time?" There was cruelty in Winston's voice.
It was the first time Hunter had seen such a Winston. He shattered all unrealistic expectations and fantasies without leaving any leeway.
"Winston..." Hunter walked towards Winston with some concern.
"Kiss me, Hunter." Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, his voice still soft but commanding.
Hunter bowed his head and kissed Winston's lips. He opened his lips but did not stick out his tongue. Hunter wanted to raise his head, but Winston bit his lower lip. Hunter could only put the tip of his tongue in, and the moment he touched it. It's a very possessive suck.
"Ah—" Merlin's roar echoed in the room.
Winston suddenly picked up the dagger and stabbed it between Merlin's legs fiercely and decisively.
Merlin was dumbfounded, the blade of the dagger just slit his trousers, and if there was any more, he would see blood.
Hunter's heart was about to jump out, but his hand was tightly clasped by Winston.
"From this moment on, you can no longer think about Evan Hunter, no longer try to spy on him, and you can no longer appear in front of him in the name of any so-called following and love. Because if you can't do it, I will kill you. you."
There was no ups and downs in Winston's voice, and the air seemed to be suddenly filled with icy water, compressing and condensing in a terrifying moment.
Merlin looked at Winston blankly.
"I'm his only man." Winston stood up and looked down at Merlin.
He seems to be born strong, and nothing can surpass him.
Everything Merlin did was like a farce in his eyes, weak and ridiculous.
He sat there, crying.
The hotel security and police came and dragged Merlin off the ground.
Hunter looked at Winston, who completely shattered Merlin's self-esteem and hope.
Winston turned around and was about to communicate with the police when his toes kicked something. The moment he bent down, Hunter immediately realized that it was Merlin's phone!
"Winston!" Hunter rushed up, and before his fingers touched the edge of the phone, Winston lifted him up. He pressed Hunter down with one hand, and opened the album with the fingers of the other hand, the first photo. It's the photo of Owen lying on the bed with Hunter clasping his waist.
Hunter could clearly see Winston's pupils quiver.
"Listen to me! It was a candid shot! We were all dressed! We weren't rolling the sheets!" Hunter explained anxiously.
Winston did not say a word, and kept holding the phone high, looking up at the photos inside.
"Don't look at it! Don't look at it!" Hunter felt that he couldn't wash himself out of the Yellow River this time.
"What about this?" Winston turned his wrist, and it turned out to be the photo of Owen opening the door to Hunter around a bath towel, and the two "kissing".
Hunter was really about to cry.
"We're not kissing!"
Hunter felt that he was getting darker and darker.
"Really? I didn't say you rolled the bed with him, or kissed him." Winston looked at Hunter, and the look reminded Hunter of the first time this guy wanted to fuck him.
The clothes on his body seemed to be burned, his bones were crushed, and everything he had was swallowed up by the other party.
"Sir, this mobile phone is an evidence and we need to take it back."
The police motioned Winston to give them the phone.
Winston nodded and handed the phone out.
Hunter could finally exhale.
At this time, Marcus and Shen Chuan came, and Marcus hugged Hunter right away.
"Stinky boy! Scared me to death! Fortunately, you are all right! Fortunately, you are all right!"
Marcus patted Hunter on the back hard, which moved Hunter.
His concern is genuine and has nothing to do with profit. For him, Hunter is like a child growing up with his own eyes, and anything that happens will make his heart hurt.
Shen Chuan looked at the blood on the ground, his face changed, and he was relieved to see that Hunter didn't look injured.
The ambulance came too, and Jonny, covered in blood, was taken away.
It is estimated that many media now know that a well-known young driver was almost killed by crazy fans.
Tomorrow the police station also asked them to come and explain the whole thing.
"Fortunately, the free practice game is the day after tomorrow, I hope it can be solved at one time." Hunter sighed.
"The reporters should be here soon. If you don't mind, Mr. Marcus, I want Hunter to be with me tonight," Winston said.
"Oh, of course... that's fine too. Those reporters will soon find out which rooms the team has booked, and then block the door, making it hard to sleep well."
"Okay, I'll take Hunter directly to the police station tomorrow morning."
Hunter opened his mouth, how could he feel that he was sold again
"That... I'd better not disturb Winston, or go to another hotel to book a room!" Hunter hurriedly said.
He had a hunch that Winston would not let him go so easily.
Those photos might really kill him!
Hunter still remembered every word Winston said to Merlin, and he was shocked at the time, but at this time he was deeply moved.
Winston will definitely have time to settle the bill!
"Well, that's fine. I'll accompany you to other hotels now."
Winston opened the closet and packed up the clothes that Hunter often wore.
He successfully gagged Hunter's mouth, so Hunter was separated from the rest of his teammates.
"Indeed, it's easier to avoid right and wrong by changing a hotel." Even Shen Chuan agreed.
Hunter looked at Shen Chuan: Brother... Do you want me to die
"I'll call you when we get to the hotel."
Winston nodded to Marcus.
"Then Hunter will trouble you. We should have let the people in our team look at Hunter... But you have also seen Johnny's situation. Maybe being with you does make Hunter feel more secure." Marcus sighed, as if he wanted to temporarily hand over his precious treasure to a very just and honest friend for safekeeping.
Hello! Hello! I don't feel safe with this guy!
My heart was screaming, but I couldn't say it.
Hunter's pitiful appearance made Marcus mistakenly think that he was still scared because of BT fans.
"Alright, alright, Hunter... After this race, I'll hire a bodyguard for you!" Marcus and Hunter embraced again.
After this race? I may be dead!
"Let's go." Winston tugged Hunter's wrist lightly and pulled him out of the room.
When entering the elevator, Hunter immediately lowered his head and explained: "I really don't care about Lawrence Owen at all! It's just a matter of angle when you see the photo that looks like you're kissing! You watch a movie You also know about borrowing when you are in the office, right? That’s the same effect as borrowing!”
"Really? Are his lips soft?" Winston asked coolly.
Hunter was startled, which means that Winston didn't listen to his explanation just now
Still listening, but still trying to embarrass him
At this moment, the elevator door opened, and Winston strode out with his long legs.
Hunter wanted to press the elevator door at that moment and go to another floor while Winston was out.
Who knew that Winston turned around and pressed the switch, raised his chin and said, "Not coming out yet?"
"Out… "
The two walked out of the hotel.
The police cars had already driven away, and the world was as quiet as if nothing had happened.
There is another hotel in good condition a few hundred meters away from this hotel.
Hunter's luggage was on Winston's shoulder. There were few pedestrians on the road. The other party stretched out his hand directly, clasped Hunter's wrist, and pulled him forward.
Winston's meaning is very clear, that is, never give Hunter a chance to escape.
"You haven't answered me yet, are Owen's lips soft?"
"I've never been there before, how do I know!"
"So what do you like about him? Is it his eyes too?"
Several cars passed Winston, and the lights of the headlights seemed to cut him off.
"I never liked him." Hunter felt distressed.
Merlin would go crazy when he saw those pictures, and Winston would definitely be sad when he saw those pictures, if not like Merlin.
"Then why are you with him? Is it because I've always wanted to fuck you and scared you, but Owen can make you do what you want?"
Hunter knew Winston was referring to the photo of himself holding Owen's waist.
"We're just messing around! I'm not like every man! I...I..." Hunter stopped.
Winston, who was holding him, also stopped, but did not look back.
"What are you?"
"I just think your eyes are pretty, I just stare at you without blinking... When have you ever seen me stare at Lawrence Owen's face for more than thirty seconds?"
"Then what are you fighting about?" asked Winston.
Hunter choked, he couldn't tell Winston how to not be overwhelmed while practicing with Owen
Winston knew that Hunter would not answer the question, but turned around and dragged him onward.
Hunter lowered his head and clasped Winston's hand.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the hotel, where Winston checked in and took Hunter into the elevator.
The two have been quiet.
Just as the elevator door was about to open, Winston was about to take his legs, but Hunter suddenly pulled him back.
He turned his face to kiss Winston, without any skill, without any thought, he just wanted to feel the warmth of the man and the softness of his lips.
Winston was stunned. He didn't push Hunt away, but he didn't open his mouth either.
Hunter knew he was still angry, the tip of his tongue slid between his lips, licking and kissing, the elevator door was about to close, Winston suddenly pushed Hunter away, raised his hand and pressed the door of the elevator that was about to close, then pulled Walk out with Hunter.
At that moment, Hunter was disappointed.
Winston was really angry.
It was the first time that he had made him angry.
But... If Winston saw a similar photo of himself, he would be furious too! Even if Winston did nothing, he would still be angry.
Thinking about it this way, Hunter felt guilty.
The sound of room card recognition sounded, the door opened, and Winston threw Hunter's luggage on the ground without saying a word.
Hunter bent down to pick up his duffel bag resignedly, thinking about how to make Winston not angry.
It's just that before his fingertips touched the bag, he was picked up by the other party.
“Wen…”
Winston's palm clasped the back of Hunter's head, and the momentum of his lips pressing down was amazing, and he squeezed into Hunter's lips irresistibly, as if to destroy everything between his lips and teeth.
"Um..." Hunter wanted to raise his hand to hug him, but Winston thought it was a sign of rejection, and folded his arms behind him suddenly.
He kept kissing him, forcing him to step back until his calf touched the edge of the bed.
Winston's downward pressure from the kiss was intensified, and Hunter looked up. He tried to respond, but was completely crushed by the other's tongue.
He opened his eyes and saw Winston's frown. His kiss didn't mean he didn't care, on the contrary, he was sad.
Hunter fell back on the bed, and Winston finally let go of Hunter's hands and pushed him down.
Winston's kiss followed, messy and repressed, and even the moment he touched the tip of his tongue, he seemed to stop talking.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Don't be angry! How can I do you not to get angry
Winston: Pout.
Hunter: Good! Pout up, darling!
Winston: Turn around and pout.
Hunter: … Can we still have a good relationship!