"Hunter, we are really sure that Winston is fine. Don't worry." Shen Chuan comforted.
"I... I just don't know how to make him understand... how much he means to me..." Hunter's voice was shaking.
The closer he got to Winston, the more nervous he became.
Is it the same when Winston loves himself and is close to himself
For the first time, Hunter had a profound sense that this man might have done far more than he had shown.
Shen Chuan paused, but after two seconds, a clear smile appeared.
"Hunter, don't be stingy with words. Sometimes we understand each other best, even if we don't say anything, but... language is always the most important thing. Facing yourself calmly and loving each other calmly is the best. language."
"...Thank you." Hunter looked at Shen Chuan.
He already knew the relationship between Hunter and Winston, but as a friend, he was absolutely supportive and understanding, which made Hunter feel relieved.
Some friends may not know what he likes to eat, and they have never shared the most private things with Bruce, but such friends can understand and respect the most important things in Hunter's heart.
The car stopped downstairs in the hotel, and Shen Chuan watched Hunter run away.
He pressed the elevator button and waited impatiently for it to descend layer by layer.
His heart was beating so fast that he wanted to rush to embrace the whole world, his brain seemed to be completely occupied by that man, and everything he did was for him.
"Why haven't you come down yet?"
Hunter couldn't stand still at all. He paced back and forth in front of the elevator door, twisted his wrist again, and finally the elevator door opened, and Hunter squeezed in just after a crack.
His fingertips didn't press the exact number of layers for the first time, and he felt extremely anxious in his heart. The speed at which the elevator went up made Hunter feel madly slow.
I miss you so much! really miss you! really miss you!
Hunter really wanted to rush out of the elevator and run straight up.
Finally came to Winston's floor, he ran quickly, and directly bumped into a person.
The other party was about to scold someone when he saw Hunter and pointed to the back: "Winston is in the room!"
"thanks!"
Hunter rushed to Winston's door, panting, and the moment he raised his hand and knocked on the door, his throat choked as if it was being strangled.
He knew he was nervous.
The heart is about to burst, a thousand times more serious than crossing the finish line.
On the other side of the door is his everything.
He just knocked on the door, and before he had time to knock a second time, the door opened.
The handsome man stood in front of him, his deep blue eyes were full of his shadow, and everything about him made Hunter feel that it was outrageous.
I knew this man was handsome and attractive before, but now Hunter just thinks he is blind
Obviously even the hair is perfect.
"Hunter."
Winston's lips and teeth opened and closed, the standard British pronunciation, but the cool voice wiped fire in Hunter's mind.
For the first time, Hunter discovered that he could be so greedy even looking at a person. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word at all.
Winston smiled, the sag at the corner of his lips the most maddening arc Hunter had ever seen.
Winston's hand reached out and sank lightly into Hunter's hair, and the touch of his fingertips made Hunter's heart fly out.
"Congratulations, you won the championship."
The other side turned his face and found that Hunter didn't react at all, just stared at himself blankly.
"Hunter... What's the matter with you? Did something about me scare you? You don't have to worry, I'm fine. It's really fine."
Winston stretched out his arms and hugged Hunter.
Ah... That's the feeling, Hunter pressed his face against it, trying to get into each other's chest like crazy.
"Hunter, why don't you speak? What's the matter?" Winston's fingers touched Hunter's auricle lightly, sliding slowly along the arc there, repeating over and over again, just to reassure him.
Hunter opened his mouth hard, he wanted to speak, but everything seemed to be blocked and nothing could come out.
He wanted Winston to know, he wanted this man to know that he was more important in his heart than anything else...
"Ah..." Hunter tried so hard that his face turned red, but he couldn't say it.
Why don't you let me speak, why!
Hunter clasped his throat, hating his habit of not being able to speak when he was nervous!
"Hunter, don't do this to yourself. Don't be in a hurry." Winston immediately clasped Hunter's fingers, took his hand off his neck, pulled him instead, and stepped back little by little, bringing him to the on the sofa.
Winston sat back and sat on the sofa. He wrapped his arms around Hunter's waist and led him towards his direction. Hunter sat directly on his lap. Winston lifted him up and moved his The calf was folded and placed beside him.
"Look, here I am... If you want to say thank you, I know. If you want to say sorry, absolutely not. Because if you were driving ahead of me, I'm pretty sure you'd do the same thing. If you To say you love me, I know... I always knew."
Winston put one arm around Hunter's waist, and the other hand gently pinned the strands of hair from his forehead.
He leaned against the sofa and looked up at Hunter. In his eyes were all of Hunter's dreams, all his expectations, and everything he had done for them.
Shen Chuan said, don't be stingy with language.
But words can't describe his surging heart at the moment, even the slightest bit.
Winston's patience was boundless, and he held him like that, soothing him like a child.
"Don't be afraid, Hunter. I'll protect myself and I won't leave you. Absolutely not."
Still the same voice, so many people say that Winston has a crazy possessiveness towards him... Why isn't he crazy to possess him
I wish I could pour out all the words in my heart. His body was like a bottle full of flooded sea water, but his throat was tightly shut, and he was about to be smashed to pieces by the emotion in his heart, but he couldn't say a word.
Hunter looked into Winston's eyes and wanted to look as deep and as far away as his, but he felt that his eyes were too shallow to let the other party understand how he wanted to have this man.
"I'll be waiting for you forever. We'll have a lot of time, so don't be nervous..."
Winston touched Hunter's forehead and closed his eyes softly.
Hunter's shoulders quivered, and he raised his left hand and stretched it out in front of Winston.
His palm was written in black ink pen, soaked in sweat to the point that it was almost indiscernible.
Winston was stunned when he saw it.
In this fast-spinning world, everything that is noisy and flashy is slowing down at this moment.
I meet you.
I remember you.
The city is born for love.
You were born to fit my soul.
Hunt turned his face sideways, his ears and his face were all red.
Blood poured into his palm, and he seemed to feel Winston's stagnant gaze.
Hunter's heart was disturbed.
I remember every word you said to me, every poem, and I can't bear to give them to anyone.
Winston, do you understand
do you understand me
"You said... you want to save it for when you propose..."
Winston tried his best to suppress his trembling, his voice so tight it was on the verge of breaking.
Hunter's hand was still in front of his eyes, and he didn't mean to remove it.
Winston looked at him, and Hunter could feel the hand on his waist getting harder and harder, his fingertips almost digging into the muscles of his waist.
Marriage has an indescribable fear for Hunter. The so-called lifetime when her mother left his father addicted to alcohol, he had long since disbelieved.
Winston closed his eyes and raised his head, his breath in Hunter's ears thought it was the sea breeze blowing from a distant place, pushing the layers of waves, getting higher and higher, and finally rushing into the sky.
He turned his face sideways and kissed Hunter's palm in such a reverent gesture. His lips were so hot that they kissed the lines of Hunter's palm, full of suppressed desire.
He clasped Hunter's hand and pressed it hard in his arms, even though his fingers were about to be crushed by him, but Hunter felt that the pain made him feel full of joy.
Winston lowered his head, and Hunter could see his lightly trembling eyelashes, so fragile and beautiful that Hunter wanted to grab it tightly, and would not let it go.
Winston raised his head abruptly and bumped into Hunter's lips, his kiss as wild and frantic as the first time Hunter revealed his mind.
Even harder than that time.
All the emotions that could not be described in words were shattered and scattered recklessly through the possessiveness between the lips and tongue, cutting Hunter's nerves and dismantling all his resistance.
At that moment, Hunter realized how ridiculous his previous resistance to being possessed by this man was.
At this moment, even Winston's breathless kiss, his skull crushed to pieces, made Hunter love him to death.
Winston picked up Hunter and lifted his legs, all his control was taken away by Hunter, and even the slightest response from the tip of his tongue drove Winston mad.
"Um... uh..." Hunter's head was thrown back because Winston's kiss was too hard, and Winston was not content to chase after him and kiss him.
Hunter couldn't hold Winston by the shoulders, only by his collar.
When Winston went down and Hunter fell into the soft mattress, Winston pressed down directly.
His kiss was still so forceful, in the corners of his eyes, on his cheeks, Hunter breathed hard, and Winston's kiss came again soon, in Hunter's mouth.
As Winston's hand stroked dissatisfiedly across Hunter's oil-smelling jumpsuit, Hunter said in a shaky voice, "You... you..."
Winston's hand stopped, his whole body tensed, and he kept a slight distance from Hunter.
His brows furrowed tightly: "I'm sorry... I scared you again."
"You... think...whatever you want...you can..."
Hunter finally said it, and then the whole person was so embarrassed that the sound of his heartbeat seemed to burst his eardrums.
He turned his face away and didn't dare to look at each other, but his ears were even more red than before.
At this time, because of the competition, he never went to the barbershop to cut the ends of his hair, so his hair fell on the white sheets, his eyes looked away, the fine eyelashes were still moist, and the lines stretched out from his neck and neck seemed to be born Exists to seduce Winston.
Winston kissed fiercely again. He didn't have to restrain himself or pretend to be a gentleman. He could be like an irrational beast in front of the person he loved, biting Hunter's lifeline and eating him in one bite.
The world splits open, and Winston reshapes Hunter.
After four in the morning, the sheets were crumpled almost off the mattress, and the quilt was haphazardly covering them.
Hunter turned sideways, nestled in Winston's arms.
"I'm sorry...you made me so comfortable...I didn't..." Hunter couldn't go on.
The room was so quiet that even if Hunter spoke in a low voice, Winston could hear it clearly.
Winston bowed his head and kissed him.
"No, you make me very comfortable too. And I didn't expect you to feel that much just with your fingers." Winston put his arms around Hunter, his fingers gently sliding his cheeks and his ears.
Having said that, Hunter's head shrunk lower, and he pulled the quilt directly over his head.
"I can't get in anyway... It's because your place is too big... I don't blame me... " Hunter said in the quilt.
"But the place where you feel is so deep. If you really go in, you won't be able to touch it if you don't use force. We are not prepared for anything. In that case, you will definitely be injured." Winston's voice was soft, a little It doesn't sound like they're discussing a topic that makes people blush.
Hunter's face was about to burn. But he never dreamed that a proud man like Winston would help Hunter release in that way. Thinking about it, Hunter felt that he had to feel again.
"Are you okay? Does your throat hurt? I'm sorry I couldn't control it."
"It hurts a little... Tongue is numb... The inside of my mouth seems to be broken." Although Hunter said this, he still remembered the moment he caught a glimpse of Winston's expression, so addicted, only himself in this world can make Winston lose control .
This fills Hunt with a sense of accomplishment.
Happier than winning the annual championship.
"Didn't you always say you were going to bite me? You really did bite me, but you couldn't take it anymore." Winston said so solemnly, but Hunter wanted to kick him.
At this time, Winston suddenly lifted the quilt slightly and was about to go down, when Hunter stuck his head out of the quilt: "Are you going to the bathroom?"
"Well. I'll go get a towel to help you wipe the stuff off your legs."
"Oh... it doesn't matter if you don't wipe..." Hunter whispered.
"What?" Winston asked with one hand beside Hunter's ear and lowered his head.
The smile on the corner of his lips was extremely sexy, and Hunter's tired spirit seemed to be about to move again.
"It's your stuff anyway..."
"But I'd rather stay inside than stay outside." Winston pinched Hunter's ear.
Hunter was hit again in the heart, and he shrank down again, leaving only a few strands of hair outside the quilt.
"I said...you can't get in...don't blame me..."
"Yes, I don't blame you." Winston reached into the quilt and rubbed the top of Hunter's head.
"Then you... are you really cool?" Hunter asked again.
Because he was too nervous, Winston was really patient to help him relax, but in the end he really only got in a little and failed. Hunter's mouth was also broken inside, and he was indeed inexperienced and unskilled. Later, Winston couldn't bear it anymore and used other methods to solve it.
"I'm really happy. Mr. Marcus said you have a visit this morning at nine o'clock. This is your first official visit since you won the race. Don't be late. Let me sort it out for you, you Sleep well, or it will be too late tomorrow."
"Well." Hunter nodded regretfully.
Who knows that Winston added: "If you like my things so much, I can leave them to you every time. Anyway, there is no way to stay in it for the time being."
Hunter opened his eyes wide and looked at Winston. The expression on the guy's face was so bad that Hunter directly raised his leg and kicked the other side.
"I don't want you to leave it to me!"
Winston laughed, the deep, heart-pounding laugh that made Hunter sure the man was really happy.
Winston wiped Hunter off with a hot towel.
"It seems to be really rubbed red, does it hurt?" Winston would go to Hunter's side, hug him and ask.
"It doesn't hurt. It just feels hot." Hunter told the truth.
Winston laughed again.
He laughed a lot this night.
"Go to sleep. It's Mr. Cacho who is visiting you. His mind is very active. If you don't get enough sleep, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up with him."
"... Then is your shoulder really okay?" Hunter asked uneasy.
"If something happens, how can I hold you? It's just a minor injury."
"But the race in Malaysia... I heard you can't participate?" Hunter said with a frown.
"You also know that Formula 1 is a very intense race. The team is also thinking about my future. The race in Malaysia and the race in Singapore are back-to-back, and there is not enough training time. If there is a problem in the race, it may be better than the current one. The impact is bigger. It's normal. The next race and I'll be back."
"Well." Hunter's heart was still full of regrets.
Originally, every time he thought that he and Winston were on the same track, Hunter felt full of fighting spirit in his heart, but now he suddenly felt very lonely.
"I've never seen you live before. This time it's finally. It's probably the only time I'll watch you, and we'll be rivals again."
When Winston said this, Hunter suddenly felt his empty heart overflowing.
"Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when the time comes."
"Um… "
Hunter was also really sleepy.
The room was filled with Winston's breath, with Winston's breath in his ears, Hunter's nerves relaxed and he soon fell asleep.
When Hunter was woken up by Winston the next day, he was still confused.
Winston did not force him to wake up immediately, but pushed him into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and showered with him.
This is the first time two people have bathed together. Both of them have interviews, so they wash together to save time.
Although I saw everything last night, but now there is no cover, Hunter wants to see it, but he is too embarrassed to see it.
Winston was standing beside Hunter, washing his hair.
Feeling Winston's fingers, Hunter remembered the feeling of his mother washing his hair when he was sitting in the bathtub as a child.
He felt that after losing his parents, no one would spoil him like this again, but in fact it wasn't.
"Hunter."
Winston's voice seemed to overflow from the warm water, and Hunter's heart skipped another beat.
"Um?"
"If you want to see me, you can read it openly, without peeking."
Winston said.
"I... I didn't peek at you! I keep my eyes closed!" Hunter yelled.
"Huh? You don't even look at it?" Winston came to Hunter with the shower head and washed his hair for him.
Hunter saw Winston's place as soon as he opened his eyes, and the water immediately got into his nose, choking his lungs and coughing up.
Winston tucked Hunter's hair back, held his hand and squeezed the bath liquid into his palm, then sighed softly, "I can't see it anymore."
He was referring to the poem Hunter wrote in the palm of his hand.
Hunter did not expect that Winston would care so much about what he wrote in his hand because he was worried that he would be speechless.
"It doesn't matter. You can teach me in the future. I can remember what you taught me, and then I will write it to you." Hunter said it without thinking, and then felt extremely embarrassed, "But... But my words are not as pretty as yours..."
Winston kissed Hunter's lips across the water.
"You keep coaxing me so sweetly... I'm afraid none of us will be able to complete the visit today."
"Eh? Is that even sweet talk?" Hunter was surprised.
Winston just smiled and didn't answer him.
Hunter didn't bring any clothes, but returned to his room in Winston's shirt and slacks.
While the PR manager waited for a long time, Hunter quickly changed into his suit.
"Hey, Hunter, your shirt looks really good, but your shoulders are a little wider."
"Hey, Winston's." Hunter squinted and smiled.
"What's wrong with you kid, it looks like you're going to fly. Do you like everything from Winston?" the PR manager said half-jokingly.
"Yeah, I like everything about him." Hunter adjusted the collar of his shirt.
"I was so anxious yesterday, and Marcus said you were crying. Would you like to chat with Winston at night?"
Hunter just laughed and didn't speak.
He and Winston were not just chatting.
Hunter finally came to the interview room on time, where Mr. Cacho smiled and waited.
"Hunter, Hunter, the last time I saw you was a big boy. The competition in Singapore made me feel like you suddenly grew up."
Hunter lowered his head and smiled.
"Aha, you laughed like that in the last interview. I heard that many car fans took screenshots to make their mobile phone screens.
"Huh? Really?"
Mr. Cacho couldn't help laughing again: "This expression that doesn't know its charm at all is also what fans like most about you."
After the two sat down, they talked eloquently. Mr. Cacho's questions were very professional, including this game, Hunter's technical breakdown and the team's strategy. In the past, when Hunter talked about these, he often couldn't find the right words to express them, and he needed to be supplemented by Mr. Cacho, but this time his expression was very smooth and his thinking was clear, which made Mr. Cacho nod frequently.
"Hunter, many professionals said that Winston could have avoided Owen at that moment, but because you were behind him, he chose to use himself to block Owen to protect you. Of course, many people thought it was impossible. , Winston belongs to the Ferrari team, and you are his opponent. This time he is also injured, which will be a huge loss for the Ferrari team's ranking this year. For Winston, who has always been rational, this is impossible. What about you? I think as a client, you are the one who knows the truth best."
Hunter was silent for two seconds, then spoke slowly.
"On the track, there is no doubt that we are absolute opponents, I want to surpass him, and he wants to always be above me. What I have learned and gained from him is far more than anything that has hurt me. There are many more people and things. I believe he is the same. The opponent is a gift from God and the best praise for our strength. We will do whatever it takes to surpass each other, and we will do nothing to protect each other. Because without Winston, Evan Hunt's existence would be meaningless, and vice versa."
The moment Mr. Cacho met Hunter's eyes, he saw many things in the eyes of this young man that had never been seen before.
They are thick and powerful.
When the interview was broadcast that night, Ferrari's manager, Mr. Miller, sighed.
"I can't bear to blame Winston for saying that."
Ferrari's PR manager smiled: "It's not too bad that Winston's fans have exploded."
When Hunter walked out of the interview room, he saw Owen, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time with his arms crossed.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Hunter: Sing a song and listen! I can not sleep.
Winston: Well, one finger, two fingers, three fingers come inside…
Hunter: Stop! stop! What the hell are you singing!
Fat Melon: Only the wind understands the essence of salted egg time... The old aunt smiled discordantly