Could You Not Tease Me? - Chapter 63

He tried to pull down his blindfold, but Winston resisted his hand.

“I want to look at you.”

“You can see me almost every day now.”

Hunter insisted on pulling down the blindfold.

Because he was worried that Winston found himself … how emotional he was to the kiss just now.

These hours, Hunter, wearing his blindfold, hadn’t fallen asleep at all.

Because he couldn’t stop imagining if Winston was looking at himself.

When the plane arrived in New York, it was more than two in the morning.

When they left the airport with their luggage, the PR manager asked, “Hunt, do you want to go back to your own apartment?”

When asked like this, Hunter remembered that his bed had fallen off by him and Winston, and it didn’t make sense to go back.

“He doesn’t go back to his apartment. I booked a hotel near the shooting location, and Hunter will follow me tonight.”

After Winston had spoken, he raised his chin towards Hunter and motioned for the other to follow him.

“What about me …” the PR assistant whispered.

Although the team also booked a hotel for them, if Hunt followed Winston, the PR assistant would be separated from Hunt.

“Just follow my assistant. You have to get up early tomorrow. It’s important to get sleep.”

The car ordered by Winston arrived and took them to the hotel. Everything is well planned, and the PR assistants are very impressed with the organization of the Ferrari team.

When he arrived at the hotel room, Hunter lay down on his stomach.

“Ahhh! That’s great, you can straighten your knees!”

Winston just glanced at him and went to wash in the bathroom.

With five hours left, Hunt didn’t want to move at all.

When Winston came out of the bathroom, the guy opened his hands and legs and fell asleep with his head crooked.

Winston came to the bed, but knelt on his knees, exactly between Hunt’s legs.

Feeling the mattress sink, Hunter opened his eyes sharply and immediately lifted his legs back: “Hey … you scared me!”

“I just want you to brush your teeth.”

“Oh …” Hunter quickly got up and went to the bathroom.

Looking at his back, Winston frowned. He raised his hand, brushed his forehead hair to the back of his head, and exhaled.

Hunter spit out toothpaste foam while tilting his head in front of the sink.

Just now I really thought that Winston would suddenly come down … And Winston must feel his alert, right?

Hunt felt stupid.

He just wanted to ask himself to brush his teeth.

Hunt returned to the bedroom and saw Winston had slept into the quilt, his back to himself.

He had closed his eyes, and touched the pillow with his hair ends, and the whole man was quiet and harmless.

Hunt lifted a corner of the quilt, lay in, and stretched out his arms to embrace Winston.

Feeling Winston exhale, Hunter knew that the man was not angry with him, and he kissed him gently on the back of his neck.

“Stupid. Be careful what I really do to you.”

“Then you try it, and be careful how I turn you on.”

After Hunter finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his previous trembling was a waste!

He can learn how to overwhelm Winston!

If Winston falls, what else would he worry about if he would be smashed!

Turning defense into attack is the solution!

Thinking of this, Huntton felt hopeful in his life and soon closed his eyes and fell asleep.

“Hunt, wake up, you should get up.”

Winston’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Hmm …” Hunter raised his arms and hugged the guy making a sound beside him.

Winston’s shoulders froze there, and he lowered his head slowly, kissing his brow.

“Uh … uh …” Hunt pursed his lips unconsciously.

Winston exhaled, “Hunt, you know that morning is the time when men can’t control it, right?”

“Huh?” Hunt’s eyelids trembled, but still didn’t open.

“If you don’t get up again, I’ll put my hand in your pants.”

As soon as the words fell, Hunter opened his eyes sharply and immediately sat up, while Winston stepped back, perfectly avoiding his forehead attack.

He looked at Winston stupidly, Winston just sitting there with his arms in his arms: “What are you afraid of? I said I put my hand in your pants but didn’t say it in your body.”

After speaking, he got up and left the bed.

Hunt sighed and gave his head a hard blow.

Hunter, Hunter! You are useless! Definitely hurt Winston again!

“Hurry up and wash.” Winston reminded Hunt while wearing his shirt.

“Oh!” Hunt came into the bathroom, only to find that the toothpaste had been squeezed out.

Hunt suddenly felt warm and guilty.

When he lowered his body to brush his teeth, Winston came to the door, leaning against the door frame and said, “Hunter, because I have to face the stylist and photographer today, remember to take a shower.”

“Ah? I smell?” Hunter sniffed his neckline and sniffed. I don’t seem to sweat much. Of course it should be a shower in the morning before meeting someone.

“It has my taste.”

It’s like a cup of coffee that is so strong that it can’t be poured in. Suddenly it’s poured into soft milk.

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw a smirk in Winston’s mirror.

“Go! Go! Go! If it’s your taste, you won’t let me wash it! It must be the taste of beef burger!”

Hunter said vaguely with toothpaste foam.

Winston said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

“I’m going to take a shower!” Hunter came solemnly to the bathroom door, and then closed the bathroom door.

Who knew Winston propped up the door and leaned against him: “If you want a shower, what about clothes?”

“…”

“Kiss me and I’ll give it to you.”

Hunt found Winston’s clean clothes on his hands.

“You bastard!” Hunt frowned.

“Oh, where am I asshole?”

“Even if you don’t give me clothes, I will kiss you. You don’t need to exchange this with me at all.”

The face, which seemed to have no emotional fluctuations, was stunned, and Hunter suddenly bit his lips, then pulled his clothes and closed the door.

Winston took a step back, raised his finger to touch where he had been bitten by Hunt, and laughed absurdly.

After Hunter rinsed at the fastest speed, put on his coat.

I have to say that Winston’s taste is really good. The style of the selected t-shirt and casual pants is well coordinated, which makes him look very refreshing.

After he came out, he had a simple breakfast with Winston in the hotel restaurant.

The PR assistant was anxious before seeing Hunter, and was surprised after seeing Hunter.

“You … did you even get up?”

“Ah? What do you mean?” Hunt said vaguely as he ate Winston’s jammed bread.

“Do you know how hard it is to wake you up every morning?”

“Really?” Hunter opened his eyes, completely surprised.

“Yes!” The PR assistant nodded strongly, then looked at Winston with a look of admiration, “Mr. Winston, how did you call him! Ask us!”

Winston calmly smeared the slices with jam: “You can’t learn. If you can tell me something, I’ll help you get him up.”

Hunt slammed a little.

And the PR assistant didn’t even kneel in front of Winston: “Thank you so much!”

After breakfast, they came to Versace’s predetermined photography studio, Rossi & Carlos Studio.

Rosie and Carlos are well-known photography masters in the fashion industry. They met on a trip. The two’s photography concepts coincided, so they set up this studio.

Hunt was full of curiosity when Winston brought Hunt into this studio.

This studio looks like a home, and the walls of the aisle are covered with photographs of two masters. There are wild animals, quiet plants, and a group photo of two masters, but there is no fashion work.

A strong coffee aroma can be smelled in the studio’s living room.

Losey had long silver hair and was tied in his head. He was simple to wear and was a man with elegant temperament. Carlos, on the other hand, looked much thicker, with stubble and a cigar, and the neckline of his shirt was open with no scruples.

“Hey, Winston, you’re here.” Carlos patted Winston’s shoulder familiarly.

“Well, this is Evan Hunt of the Marcus team.” Winston leaned over and put his hand lightly on Hunter’s shoulder. Scissors wo n’t do anything, you bother. ”

It shouldn’t be the first time Winston has worked with them, which also makes Hunt nervous. What if Winston himself is dragged down?

Marcus! Why ca n’t you connect sports equipment with advertising? Like mountain bikes or something?

Ugh……

Hunt sighed in his heart.

Rosie smiled. He looked at Hunter’s expression carefully, and rang a finger in his ear: “What are you thinking?”

“Ah? No … I’m not thinking. But I really don’t have any sense of fashion.”

“No sense of fashion? I don’t think so. You just don’t know yourself.” Losey patted Hunter’s back and raised his chin to Carlos. “I took Hunter away, yours He looks so vicious, I’m afraid you scared him. “

Hunt looked back at him as he followed Winston.

Did n’t you say you want to shoot together?

“The series you endorsed is casual, and Winston’s is a formal dress. So you have several groups of photos that are separate.” Losey explained, “Don’t worry, boy. I won’t kill you. We take it slowly . “

Versace’s stylist team is here too, and their work efficiency is quite high. While Hunt was applying makeup, the hairdresser was working at the same time, and temporary changes to his shirt and clothes were also underway.

This reminded Hunter of all the technicians in the pit at the same time changing tires.

When the stylist announced it was complete, Hunt couldn’t help but be surprised when he looked at himself in the mirror.

Versace’s casual style well set off his casual temperament, and his hairstyle was not overly mature. On the contrary, a few messes made him jump out of the old fashioned.

“Very good.” Losey clapped her hands.

But Hunter was really not good at posing. When he stood in front of the camera, his heart throbbed.

Losey said directly to all the light technicians and staff: “This will do. Except for me and Hunter, everyone will go outside. I want to drink tea and drink tea, and I want to brush the web and brush the web.”

This made Hunter breath out.

And Losey hung up his SLR camera, pointed at Hunter, and said with a smile, “Let’s warm up first. How about the scissors?”

“No more, it’s going to be laughed at by Winston.” Hunt’s hand didn’t know where to put it, so he put it in his pocket.

Losi Haha smiled.

“Then you’re standing there, I’ll try the light and distance now, and I’ll tell you when I’m going to start taking pictures.”

“We haven’t started yet?” Hunt blinked.

“No, if it’s officially started, at least the lightman has to stay, fool. I need to adjust the lens to see what works for you.”

“Oh!”

It’s not started yet!

Hunter exhaled and pulled the collar.

“Which race have you enjoyed the most since you entered Formula One? Has the U.S. race just ended? You finished third.”

“It’s not really this scene.”

“So is the British race?” Rossi asked again. “You got the unexpected result in the most unfavorable condition at Silverstone. Many people think that it is the true F1 spirit.”

“It wasn’t that one, either.” Hunt laughed with a twitch.

There was a bit of badness in his expression, and a bit of childish naivety, but it made Rosie watch him for a long time from the camera.

“Which scene is that? I’m not the media. If you tell me a little secret, I won’t tell anyone. This is the professional ethics of the photographer.” Luo Xi put down the SLR camera, sorted the lens, and then raised it again When he got up, he walked back and forth, and seemed to be looking for good light.

“It was actually the Spanish Grand Prix. I was terrible in that game.” Hunter remembered what he was doing in the bathroom, and laughed, “but … after the game, I played with Wins for the first time He spoke. “

“……Oh.”

They talked for ten minutes like this, and Losey suddenly put down his camera and said to Hunt, “You should change a suit. This set … I still feel a little missing.”

Rosie shook her head in distress.

“Ah? The stylist helped me for a long time!”

“It doesn’t matter, they are all professionals, and they will respect the photographer’s judgment. You can change it. We have time.” Losey’s smile was very gentle, making Hunt feel no pressure.

“Oh, yes!”

When he returned to the stylist, Hunter was embarrassed to tell them what Rosie thought. All stylists just smiled and immediately changed clothes for Hunter to adjust their hairstyle.

“You move fast!” Sighed Hunter.

“The backstage of the fashion show is more nervous than this. We are used to fast-paced, tell us if you have any problems.”

“I’m fine.”

Back in front of Rosie, the two started chatting again.

“What do you think is the most gentlemanly place in Winston from a male perspective?” Losey asked.

“I said, wouldn’t you really tell anyone?” Hunter asked, leaning his face in his pocket.

“will not.”

“I didn’t think he was gentleman.”

“Ha ha ha ha! This seems like the real answer. But don’t you really feel like a gentleman for a moment?”

Hunter half-tilted his head and thought, “Actually … I’ve had it before.”

“for example?”

“For example, when we are traveling together, he will plan everything, and I don’t need to use my brain to follow him.”

“Planning, this is part of the gentleman. What else?”

“And … he knows what I’m not good at or what I don’t like. If we were together, he would do this for me instead of forcing me to do it. For example … packing my luggage.”

Lossy Hahaha with a SLR camera smiled.

“It seems to be with Winston, because it seems to be very stressful because of his whispers, but it will be very easy.”

“Hahaha, Miss Audrey Wilson said the same.”

“What about the others? Traditionally, do you feel like a gentleman?”

“A gentleman or something, is it for a man to show a woman? But I can feel that he has a noble spirit in him,” Hunt said.

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like when we were sightseeing in the London Eye, he taught me a poem.”

“That poem?”

“If I have the brocade of heaven.”

“Do you remember now?”

“I …” Hunt paused. “Of course I remember …”

“Then you read it to me?” Rosie put the camera on her chest and frowned, as if there was something about the camera that made him unsatisfied.

“Is your camera okay?”

“It’s okay. Even the good old friends have occasional temper tantrums.” Lossy touched her camera and said, “If I have the brocade of heaven … That poem is beautiful.”

“Yeah … if I had the brocade of heaven, woven with gold and silver light, blue, gray, and black damask …” Hunter closed her eyes, remembering Winston sitting next to her, Underneath them was the colorful Thames. Once it seemed ordinary, but now it seems that he was really shocked. “The changing night, dawn and day … I will spread this damask at your feet … … “

Rosie’s expression softened slowly.

“Lighter …”

A little lighter, Hunter.

My dream is under your feet.

It was Winston’s confession to him, and he didn’t understand it at the time, but felt beautiful.

At this moment, he suddenly missed him.

“what happened?”

“Suddenly I don’t remember the last sentence, hahaha …” Hunt smiled embarrassedly.

“Be lighter, my dream rests at your feet.” Losey looked at Hunter, his elegant smile is very suitable for reading such a poem, but his voice is better than Winston’s. Love Winston.

Because deep … forbearance, and so serious.

“Well, Hunter … This poem has given me new inspiration. I’ll discuss it with the stylist. We’ll give up this styling and replace it with another one.” Rossi took out her phone and asked Versace’s stylist Team communication.

Standing under the light, Hunter squinted his eyes, and suddenly reacted: “… in fact, you all took pictures just now?”

Rosie turned to her face and smiled helplessly: “Oh … you found it.”

“Have you really filmed me?” Hunt came over. “Are you snapping?”

Losi puts his SLR camera behind him: “Oh, Hunter. I can show you only after the shooting is over.”

“Okay …” Hunt was a little disappointed.

And Luo Xi asked herself to change clothes so soon, probably the photos taken were not satisfied.

After Hunter changed a few more clothes, Rossi still took pictures while chatting with him. There are some topics when Hunt is really interested in chatting and he really forgets that he is taking pictures, but most of the time he is cramped.

For photographers, there is no such thing as “time for lunch”.

By a little while, Hunt was eating a light meal with the stylist in the lounge, and Rossi was playing with his camera alone in the studio.

Carlos came to his side and glanced at the photo on the camera with a surprised expression: “My God … this little devil will make a woman want a bite, right?”

“Yes, he has a kind of naive sexy. I lied to him for two sets of photos, and the third set was disassembled.” Losey said with regret. “The photos I took afterwards were very satisfying. Because he It looks cheerful, but it’s still very shy. This shyness is cute, but I want another side of him … what about you? How about Winston’s picture? “

“You know Winston, he always makes photographers feel a lot more than himself. He is a walking hormone, he doesn’t let it go, but after a long time, he will feel unsatisfactory. I do n’t think that Versace requires a few photos. The jam is done. “

“Can he come over and help me? Two hours will be fine. I think Hunter will be more comfortable with Winston.” Rossi said.

“No problem. And the next is a photo of the two of them together. If you can’t complete it, the overall progress will not catch up.”

The afternoon shooting is about to begin, but Hunter is already tired.

He slept with his head less than five minutes before he was woken up by his assistant.

I really want it all to end soon …

It would be nice to take photos as stress-free as when traveling with Winston in Dubai.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: Losey thinks you are more comfortable with me.

Hunter: Right!

Winston: Actually, you will be sexier with me.