Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 74: Yes, your Majesty

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"Hunter... Every time I look at you, my king is looking at me. You've ruled over me, so never doubt yourself. That means, you doubt me too."

Winston's voice was slow and solemn, but full of power.

Hunter looked at each other and smiled unconsciously.

"Are you still nervous?" Winston asked.

"Don't be nervous," Hunter said, "but so excited! Excited enough to run laps!"

Hunter ran around Winston, then tilted his head to look at him: "Because I'm your king! It's exciting to think about it!"

After saying that, Hunter ran away, Winston chuckled and followed.

But when he returned to the hotel room at night, Hunter still had no intention of stopping.

For a while, he rummaged through the closet and packed up his clothes for the first time in history, and then said that he felt the suitcase was broken and dragged it around the room.

Winston came out of the bathroom with a bath towel around, Hunter stopped for a while, looked at Winston who was wiping his hair stupidly and said, "Baby, you are so handsome! I really want to put your body up and down. Bite it all over!"

Winston frowned slightly, walked over, took the suitcase away from Hunter's hand, and said, "Go take a shower."

Without thinking, Hunter hugged Winston, really bit him on the shoulder, and rushed into the bathroom.

"Hunter, you didn't take your clothes." Winston reminded.

"I don't lock the door, you bring it to me!" Hunter said through the bathroom door.

Winston sighed and took out the clothes for Hunter. Just as he pushed the door open, Hunter's hand reached out, and he was about to pull Winston's bath towel off.

This guy has been hiding by the door for a long time.

Winston reacted quickly and grabbed Hunter's wrist, yanked him over and pressed him into his arms, directly kissing Hunter dizzy.

Hunter was kissed by the other party until he lost his mind. He stepped back, his lips and teeth would be turned upside down by Winston. His calf pressed against the edge of the bathtub, and was shoved into the water by Winston. , I only heard a clatter, Winston's hand grabbed his wrist. Although he was half-air, he was already in the water below his waist. It was just Winston's tug that prevented him from hitting the back of his head when he fell backwards. possible.

"Now take a shower obediently."

Those icy blue eyes looked at Hunter calmly, as if the enthusiasm of the kiss just now was all Hunter's imagination.

"... You don't want to sit in and play with me?" Hunter asked with a smirk, tilting his head.

"No, because you are nervous before the game and want to toss. If I really sit in, you may not even have to toss after 30 seconds." Winston's answer was calm.

Hunter's disappointed expression was put directly on his face.

Winston leaned down slowly, making sure Hunter was fully seated in the bathtub before releasing his wrist.

He went back to his room, put on his pajamas, leaned against the head of the bed, and began to read today's English newspaper.

Hunter ran out of the bath towel before soaking in the bathtub for five minutes, and threw himself on Winston. He couldn't wait to pull the quilt away, and found that Winston was wearing pajama pants, and immediately showed a dissatisfied expression.

"Why are you still wearing pajamas! Are you a child?" Hunter exclaimed.

Completely ignored his habit of sleeping in pajamas.

Hunter lay down on Winston as he spoke. The towel on his waist had long since been scattered. Winston just moved the newspaper and saw Hunter's entire line from his waist to his calf.

The tension and youthful ups and downs of a young man.

He exhaled heavily and replied blankly, "I won't put it on, don't you feel scared again when you see it?"

"I want to watch it now!" Hunter was about to tug at the quilt that Winston put on his waist.

Winston directly pressed Hunter's head and pushed him aside: "Play mobile games."

"I don't want to play Xiao Xiaole!"

Hunter just fell off Winston's body, and the other party lifted the quilt to cover him, then got up and left.

"Winston! Are you going to the bathroom? I can get it out for you too! You don't have to be embarrassed!"

Hunter said with wide eyes.

But Winston took out a pair of underpants from the closet and threw it directly into Hunter's face.

"Put it on!"

Hunter was stunned, quickly put on his underpants, and sat motionless under the quilt.

"No more trouble. I'll accompany you to bomb the end of the world."

Winston went back to bed, put the newspaper aside, and picked up the phone.

"... ok... let's play games... "

It was clear that Hunter was out of shape, and Winston would have won him a round in less than a minute.

And Hunt couldn't sit still at all, rolling around in the quilt, turning sideways, lying on his stomach, putting his legs on Winston's body, and breathing deeply.

Hundreds of rounds were played in the game, and Hunter did not win a game. When he was about to drop his phone, Winston suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Okay, close your eyes now." Winston's cool voice sounded, which relieved Hunter's manic mood a little.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and it's time to go to bed.

But Hunter's hands and feet were very hot, and his heart rate disorder was generally unbearable. He knew he was nervous, and he had not been relieved.

This was not his first race. He had to go to the free practice session to really appreciate the challenges of the Sepang circuit, and the dual pressure of Charles and Owen made him inexplicably anxious.

He knew Winston would look at him.

But because of this, he absolutely cannot lose.

Just when Hunter closed his eyes and wanted to sway his legs, Winston grabbed his knees and opened them to the sides.

The other party didn't know when he came to him, his waist was embedded directly, and those eyes looked at Hunter like that.

"I'll help you calm down, be nice."

Winston's voice was commanding, but very soft.

"Okay..." Hunter wrinkled his nose.

In the half hour that followed, Hunter was caught by Winston and couldn't remember anything. He came out several times. At first, he just refrained from groaning in a low voice, and then begged the other party not to be so hard, and finally took Winston's The fire was lit, and he turned him over directly. Hunter almost thought that the other party would really stab in.

After tossing to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Winston took him in his arms, and finally sighed as he watched Hunter fall asleep in a daze.

"Winston..." Hunter whispered the other's name with his eyes closed.

"Well, I'm right by your side." Winston lowered his head and kissed the tip of Hunter's nose.

"sorry… "

"Sorry for what?"

"I know you will endure... and bully you..."

Two seconds later, Hunter let out a shallow breathing sound, Winston turned off the bedside lamp, and pulled the corners of his lips in the darkness.

"It's okay... I'll bully it back in the future."

Hunter was supposed to get up at 8 a.m. the next morning for conditioning, but Winston called his strength and conditioning coach instead.

"He didn't sleep well last night? What's wrong? Is the weather in Malaysia still uncomfortable?" The coach was worried.

"It's nothing. He's just nervous and falls asleep late," Winston said, glancing at Hunter, who was wearing only half of his head but definitely took up most of the double bed.

"Hunter also had a nervous day? You must know that when he first started the game, he always had a sloppy result. At that time, he didn't care about anything, but he didn't expect to get nervous." The fitness coach seems to have thought of something, " He must have read the press release from some media, saying that he can win the championship in Singapore due to luck, because you and Irving both gave up and so on."

"He would love to win the Malaysian Grand Prix, but this time he has to face Shire and Owen alone," Winston replied.

"Charle has a lot of heart. When a reporter interviewed him and asked him if he thought Hunter's championship depended on luck, Charles directly asked, 'Apart from Winston and Owen, you think I'm dead'. This shows that Ciel is acknowledging Hunter's strength."

"Charle is a very open-minded driver."

"Ah... Thank you for listening to me so much. Hunter, I'll ask you to take care of it... You're going to have a meeting with the Ferrari team too, right?"

"Not so fast. After the free practice session, I will give technical advice to the driver who will take my place."

Hanging up the phone, Winston went to the bathroom, wringed out the hot towel, and lifted the corner of Hunter's quilt.

The underpants had long been hanging under Hunter's knees, but he slept dishonestly.

Winston used a towel to wipe the things left from last night, who knew that Hunter moved as if he was conscious: "...don't wipe..."

Winston was stunned, covered the quilt, lowered his body, and kissed the back of him through the quilt.

When Hunter woke up, he was still in good spirits, ate a whole nutritious meal, and was not as anxious as he seemed before.

Winston can finally go back to Ferrari for a technical meeting.

The free practice game is coming soon.

Hunter experienced the characteristics of the Sepang circuit for the first time, and his lap time was faster than ever. Although he was so nervous before the race that Marcus was also nervous, Hunter's performance was no problem.

By the time the third round of practice was over, Hunter knew the track quite well.

The weather was a little hot, and Shen Xi stood by the track with a chocolate-flavored lollipop in his mouth.

The staff were cleaning up after the race. Shen Xi squatted down and put his palms on the track, as if he was feeling something.

Hunter stood beside her, looked at Shen Xi who was attentive, and stretched out his hand to block the sun for her: "wear a sun hat next time."

"Yeah." Shen Xi responded softly, but Hunter didn't think she heard it.

When they stood up, Hunter saw a dark-haired man in a Lotus racing suit walking slowly across the track. Hunter had never met the man, and there are few Asian racers in Formula One.

Hunter suddenly realized that this is Chen Mobai, the guy who was told by Winston to be careful.

He has a slender and tall figure, different from the flat facial features of Asians, his eyes are very deep, with a lazy and mysterious temperament.

He pulled the corners of his lips and smiled slightly at Hunter.

Hunter nodded subconsciously.

Immediately, the smile in the other's eyes deepened.

Hunter suddenly became unhappy, is this guy provoking me

When Hunter met Winston who was talking to his teammates in the passage, he couldn't wait to tell him, "Winston! I saw the Chen Mobai you mentioned! He provoked me!"

"To provoke you? He wouldn't do such a thing," replied Winston.

This made Hunter unhappy.

Do you know him well? How do you know he can't provoke me

Winston seemed to know what Hunter was thinking: "What did he do to make you think he was provoking you?"

"I was watching the track with Xiaoxi at the time. He was right across the track, and he smiled at me like that." Hunter cocked his mouth, pulling the corners of his mouth, his smile was as ugly as it was ugly.

Winston patted him on the shoulder: "You think too much, he's not smiling at you."

"Then who is he smiling at? It's just the two of us, no one else!"

"He was smiling at the creek."

"what?"

"Okay, don't think about it too much. You must fight for a good position in qualifying."

"Of course!"

That afternoon, qualifying kicked off.

Hunter listened to the technical officer's last orders, and the mechanics said to Hunter, "Hey, let's be proud of ourselves in front of the big team!"

Hunter touched the tip of his nose and smiled, but Shen Chuan could see that he was nervous because his toes kept touching the ground.

Shen Chuan opened his arms and patted Hunter on the back: "Hunter, you have to remember that all the glory you get is not luck, but strength. Therefore, it will be repeated again and again. Recurrence."

"Thank you." Hunter closed his eyes, he seemed to see Shen Chuan and the engineer team every day and night, the adjustment of every tiniest part of the car, every night at the desk.

All the noisy thoughts settled down.

Even if Winston is not by his side, even if he is not leading the way in front of him, he will not lose his direction.

He galloped on the track, experiencing the twists and madness of the track with his heart.

Since the first quarter, Hunter has always remained in the top three qualifying, the competition is fierce, Shire and Owen alternate pole positions, but Hunter is stable in third place.

"I don't know if that kid always loves to follow you, but now the driving mentality is more and more like you - dormant coldly, waiting for the opportunity to break the shackles." Ferrari team manager Miller said.

"He never just followed me... but I was worried about being overtaken by him." Winston's eyes were always on the screen, watching the qualifying situation.

Miller had never seen Winston show such an expression, as if Evan Hunt was not just an opponent he recognized, but more of all his expectations and hopes.

The second qualifying session was a life-and-death atmosphere. Charles took a sigh of relief and lapped Owen to take the lead. Hunter, who was getting more and more in shape, showed his roaring strength in the middle of qualifying in the second quarter, surpassing Owen and approaching Shire.

"This kid is terrifyingly fast... I'm always worried he'll blow our car out..." Marcus took a deep breath.

"No... Such a thing won't happen..." Shen Chuan comforted.

Before the end of the second period, Hunter passed Shire to take the lead in qualifying for the first time.

At this moment, Winston frowned slightly, held his chin, and said in a voice only he could hear: "Don't worry, Hunter. Just keep steady."

Hunter carried that lead into the third quarter.

One after another racing cars whizzed past, and the heat wave seemed to overturn the track.

After Irving was not reconciled, the lap speed increased, and he overtook Charles in the middle of the third quarter, forcing Hunter, who was in pole position.

He could feel that Hunter's mind was gradually taking over the track, and once he became more and more confident, that confidence would become the driving force that would allow him to soar without anyone touching his wings.

Owen gritted his teeth, galloped without reservation, saved time with superb cornering, and finally passed Hunter and took the pole position.

This qualifying match made the audience extremely excited.

Hunter held the steering wheel and didn't let go for a long time.

Owen took pole position, Hunter in second, Shire in third, followed by McLaren's Duchovny and Renault's Penny. Chen Mobai, who participated in Formula 1 for the first time, ranked sixth.

Hunter returned to the team, and Marcus clapped his hands: "Good job! Hunter! This is your best qualifying race since you entered Formula 1!"

Hunter exhaled: "Sorry, didn't get pole position."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself, even Ciel and Owen can't guarantee that they will have the pole position every time." The technical officer patted Hunter on the shoulder.

Hunter took the water, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

Both Marcus and the technical officers could see that Hunter still hadn't been stripped of his nervousness.

"Actually, Hunter, you are more suitable for the role that overturns the throne than always worrying about the chasers behind you when starting from pole position." Shen Chuan came to Hunter's side and said.

"thanks."

Hunter finally showed a smile.

"I'm going out for a cigarette."

"Go."

The race will start in a few hours, and Hunter's time to concentrate is running out.

He was sitting in a corner with his head half tilted, still listening to the sound of the engine cracking his eardrums and the winding track.

"Smoke, or kiss?"

Winston's voice rang in his ears, soft and soft, with a calming coolness.

Hunter turned his face sideways and answered without hesitation, "Kissing."

The man in front of him showed his usual mature and sexy smile, leaned up slowly, and touched Hunter's lips.

Hunter, who closed his eyes and looked forward to it, chased after him for a kiss, but the other party turned his face to avoid it.

"Hello!" Hunter showed an angry expression.

"When the game is over, I'll kiss you until you faint, but not yet." Winston raised his hand, put Hunter's head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Close your eyes and slow you down completely. Feel free to relax your tense emotions.”

"But I'm afraid that once I relax, I won't be nervous anymore."

"Don't chase perfection for me, Hunter. The rift is exactly where the light comes in... It's not the fastest speed we're after, it's control. Don't let speed run you, you enjoy it. When you're no longer When you force yourself, every corner is there for you."

At this time, Hunter felt the open-mindedness of this man, and what he was chasing was never the so-called champion.

The hot and humid temperature seemed to cool down, and Hunter fell asleep leaning on Winston's shoulder.

After an unknown amount of time, someone patted his shoulder lightly: "Hunter, Hunter... Wake up."

"Um..." Hunter realized something and opened his eyes suddenly.

The hot and humid air pressed against the tip of his nose and his skin, the hustle and bustle of the track went from far to near, and he seemed to have returned to this world from Winston's domain.

"I fell asleep?" Hunt couldn't believe it.

Obviously, the night before the match, he still disturbed Winston until he couldn't sleep well. He couldn't sit still for a minute before qualifying. How did he fall asleep like this

Winston still had his arms around him, knuckles caressing his cheek lightly.

"Isn't it bad to fall asleep? When you don't care so much about the so-called championship, you are not far from surpassing it."

Looking into Winston's eyes, Hunter suddenly understood something.

He stretched his arms around the other's neck and said in the other's ear, "I really want to lean on your shoulders like this for the rest of my life."

Winston laughed.

"Didn't you say it? I belong to you everywhere, and of course my shoulders."

Hunter stood up and stretched.

What he wants to conquer is not Owen or the Shire, let alone the so-called throne, but the world of Winston.

"I'm going, remember to keep watching me."

Hunter lowered his head and looked at Winston, who was sitting where he was. The other party gently held up his hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand.

From this angle, Hunter saw his low, unassuming lashes as if swept across his heart.

"Yes, your Majesty."

Hunter felt that this time, he had to go to heaven.

Hunter wanted to see the man get out of control and go crazy elsewhere than the track.

He bent down and kissed the top of his head.

"If I win this tournament, you must treat me like a king."

Without waiting for Winston to answer, Hunter got up and left.

At this moment, his heart is boiling with fighting intent.

This initial tension was completely different, he was eager to try, and he had a strong premonition in his heart.

He'll go above and beyond, rushing into Vann Winston's territory and steer the man's direction.

When Hunter walked back, he happened to see Ciel walking towards him with his racing suit hanging around his waist.

The other party raised his chin slightly and gestured towards him with a throat-cutting motion, full of Ciel's "crazy and cool" style.

Hunter just smiled lightly, stretched out three fingers towards him and brushed past him.

Two seconds later, Ciel, who had reacted to something, blushed with anger.

- This will be the third time I have beaten you.

"Damn, this kid really needs a lesson!"

It wasn't Hunter's first race, but it was his top-ranked and the only race without Winston.

Hunter's hands were on the steering wheel, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Owen in front of him.

At this time, Marcus looked at the screen and said to Shen Chuan on the side: "You know, every time Hunter played, I would be very nervous. In the past, I was nervous because he was inexperienced, or he couldn't do his best... Later It's because he's so nervous that he's squeezed into the ranks of the first-class drivers, but it's like he's going to self-destruct at any time because of the excessive speed..."

"What about this time? What are you nervous about?" Shen Chuan turned his face and asked.

Marcus shook his head and said, "This time, I'm not nervous anymore. It's as if I've already won the championship, so I don't have such big fantasies about it anymore?"

"No, it's because you trust Hunter more and more. From the time I watched him at Silverstone, he never made a mistake."

When Shen Chuan said this, Marcus lowered his head and smiled.

"Yeah... It's like a miracle when you think about it."

As the five lights went out one by one, all of Hunter's distracting thoughts were filtered out of his brain. When Owen rushed out in front, Hunter's heartstrings suddenly tensed, and the start was as sharp as a swipe of a blade, and he hurried on the straight section. .

His speed reached 310KM/H in 6th gear, stretching an arc in the eyes of the audience, and the fierce competition kicked off.

Hunter and Shire put a lot of pressure on Owen, the leader, and Hunter's corner test overtaking made Owen decisively defensively drive. Irving is well aware that Hunter is far more patient than he looks. How many games, this stinky boy has been biting his opponent to overtake in the final lap. This pressure made Owen not slack off, and on the fifth lap he ran the fastest lap at Sepang Circuit from last year to this year.

It wasn't until the sixth lap, when Hunter followed Owen into the bottom of the straight, that he slowed abruptly through the first corner, followed by a clever routing to overtake Owen on the next left-hand corner.

The audience was amazed, and even the technical officer of the Ferrari team couldn't help but marvel: "Good boy—"

Hunter and Irving drove directly side by side in the center of the corner, but Irving eventually exited the corner with a slight advantage.

"What a pity!" Mr. Miller, the manager of the Ferrari team, sighed.

But Winston on the side said quietly: "He's just calculating and testing."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: King treatment - kiss and hug!

Winston: That's not the king treatment. That's kid treatment.

Hunter: = = How was the king's treatment

Winston: Whip, handcuffs, Italian chandelier.

Hunter: …I choose the little brat treatment…