"You are so innocent."

"What the hell is innocent!" Hunter rolled his eyes.

Friend, you know that in your voice like you, I am innocent, it is like a ridicule from God.

"I will wait for you at the end, no matter whether you succeed or fail. Will you be willing to exchange your whole life for me?" Winston was so calm, regardless of his voice or expression.

It seems to be chatting.

Hunter smiled with his face sideways, looking at his handsome face flashing under the street lights.

"Okay, I'll trade you for my whole life. But you have to know how to make me cheese burritos. When you roll the sheets, you must take the initiative to make me happy. After the age of thirty-five, you can't get rid of my figure. You have to give birth to a little Hunter for me."

"There is no problem with the first three. I will think of a solution for the last one." Winston turned the steering wheel and drove into an alley.

This answer made Hunter laugh even happier.

"Hey, Van Winston...you're really a gift from God."

"Um?"

"You are so arrogant, but you are willing to be friends with me and use words that others don't believe in to make me happy, although... they are all cold jokes."

"I never tell a cold joke."

The car stopped in a warehouse bar.

Winston's hand was on Hunter's back and looked at him: "As long as you... will never drive a car and hit a damn telephone pole to finish playing with yourself, I can coax you forever."

Hunter's heart seemed to be dragged into the other person's eyes at that moment.

It was a kind of crazy persistence, but it flashed by.

It's like a dangerous omen.

Even if destroyed, Hunter found that he didn't want to wake up at all.

Because Winston was the first person to say "forever" to him in his lifetime.

"Get out." Winston opened the car door and stepped out with his long legs.

Hunter woke up.

This warehouse bar is not conspicuous from the outside, and even has a bit of a shabby smell.

But when they walked in, Hunter knew what another world was.

The dim lights are mysterious, but not sluggish.

The bartender at the bartender was mixing bartenders. His movements were not fancy, but he was cool and relaxed regardless of the curve of his wrist or the movements of swaying the cup.

There are not many customers in the bar, but judging from the luxury cars parked outside the warehouse, the guests here are not ordinary people.

Some two or three sat together and chatted, some snuggled together and whispered, while others hugged each other, slowly swaying to the rhythm of the blues.

Winston once again became the focus of his attention as soon as he walked in.

The atmosphere here is quieter than the previous bar, and there is a hint of ambiguity flowing in this silence. Even the smell of alcohol in the air is particularly different, as if a suppressed desire pours out from the gap.

The bartender smiled at Winston: "It's rare, you brought friends here."

Winston just knocked on the table with his hand: "Get a cup of DARKNIGHT."

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: I can guarantee that I will make you a burrito for mexican cheese burrito. When I roll the sheets, I must take the initiative to make you happy. My figure will never go wrong after I was thirty-five. With the advancement of technology, you can also want a little Hunter, but you can live in the next life.

Hunter:...But I don't want you!

Winston: You choose one of me and the perpetual motion machine.
Chapter completed!