Fann Winston was never a self-discipline who gave him a sense of security, he was a crazy enjoyer.

Realizing that, Hunter suddenly fell, and his abdomen seemed to be about to explode.

A whistle came from the top of my head.

Hunter gasped and looked up to meet Gina's eyes.

"I thought I was not charming enough, and I actually made you not react at all."

"Ah...haha..." Hunter laughed in embarrassment. He just wanted to use something to block the place where he reacted.

"Hey, little kid, you don't have to be shy. That means you're healthy." The bartender blinked at Hunter.

Gina smiled and tied her bow tie back, saying "I have something to do in the background." Then when she passed by Winston, Winston gave her a tip of one hundred dollars.

"You..." Hunter pointed at Gina.

"Don't you want to pick up girls? Isn't Gina better than the women you met in the bar before?" Winston asked back.

Hunter was speechless. Is there any friend who is more interesting than Winston?

"Stop coming. You clearly told me that you want Hunter to be happy. I can seduce him, but I must not touch him." Gina turned around, stretched out her middle point down, and smiled and expressed contempt for Winston.

"Why?"

Hunter, who gradually woke up, suddenly became unhappy.

Winston paid Gina to dance for him, but why not let him touch him! Why not let him touch him! He was sitting there just now, and the muscles on his back were about to burst!

"This reflects Gina's superb skills," Winston naturally replied.

"Come on. You're just teasing me." Hunter will never forget Winston's smile, "I want to see it, but I can't eat it."

He didn't even know whether his reaction just now was because of Gina's perfect skill in flirting with men or because of Winston's gaze.

"I...I'm going to go to the bathroom..." Hunter jumped out of the chair with red ears.

"Haha, little kid, don't wait until we close you haven't come back yet!" the bartender smiled.

"Damn!" Hunter turned around angrily and compared his middle finger.

Winston was still sitting there, and the bartender poured him a glass of mineral water.

"Ah... the last cup of YOURULEME may make him a little excited. I guess he won't come back for a while..."

"Um."

"Ah... I seemed to have told you before you came that the bathroom was broken and could not be flushed, so we locked it up!" The bartender touched his head.

“How do other guests go to the bathroom?”

"Dissolve it on the spot behind the warehouse." The bartender smiled unkindly, "Oh, that little guy, be careful not to be looked at by the bad uncle! He obviously looked very delicious!"

Winston lifted the glass, took a sip, got off the high stool, and walked quickly towards the back door.

At this time, Hunter felt a fire in his stomach, and he just wanted to get relief immediately.

He pretended to be calm when he left the seat. When he reached the bathroom door, he pushed hard and found that the door was locked.

"Hey, go to the bathroom and go back to get over it." A man carrying a box raised his chin at him.

"Damn--" Hunter was anxious and the blood vessels on his neck were about to explode, and he kicked the door hard.

"Hey! Little kid! If you kick it out, you will compensate!"

At this moment, Hunter's mind was blank. He rushed out of the back door. A slightly cool air came, diluting the breath of alcohol, but Hunter did not feel sober. What was rushing deep in his mind that made him want to jump into the ice water.

The back alley is dim, but it is also a good place to rub your hands.

Behind the wall, someone is already doing business.

Listening to those sounds made Hunter even more uncomfortable.

He came to a corner and wanted to untie himself, but his fingers were shaking.

Someone whistled, and a teasing sound rang: "Do you want me to help you?"

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, and Hunter whispered: "Get out!"

"Hey! Don't get me wrong. It's normal to get it if you drink too much. I'm just afraid that you will pee on your body!"

The other party seemed to be walking towards him, and Hunter's mind was pale and he didn't want to care about him at all.

A cold and oppressive voice sounded: "I will help him, there is nothing you have to do here."

Winston walked over and stood in front of Hunter.

"Oh... it turns out that he has a companion, sorry."

Hunter didn't know what Winston was saying to the other party, but he only knew that his arrival made him feel relieved.

He can finally concentrate on solving his problems.

Winston walked over and supported his hands in Hunter's ear: "Okay, I'll block you. Get it done quickly."

"Thanks……"

Hunter leaned his forehead against Winston's shoulder, tightened his arms and hugged him up.

A minute passed, Hunter's forehead was covered with sweat, and Winston said, "Why haven't you come out yet?"

The cold voice and gentle breath passed by Hunter's ears, like a fatal impact, which made him tense up.

"You...you'll solve it in just one minute!"

The nose is full of Winston's smell, not as greasy as a man's Gu Long, but just the light shower gel... Hunter knows the smell very well, because the shower gel he uses is also the same brand.

Hunter breathed hard, and he wanted to get into the man's arms like crazy, wanting him to hold himself tighter.

But he couldn't say it... he would be ridiculed by the other party.

Hunter was thinking this way, but he didn't expect that Winston really tightened his arms. With such strength, he would crush Hunter's bones.

However, Hunter was not afraid at all. He even wanted to destroy himself in the other party's hug in this way.

Winston's cheeks gently pressed against Hunter's face. For some reason, Hunter felt that the other person's cheeks seemed as hot as his own...even hotter than his own.

"Can you?"

"...How could it not be!" Hunter said gritting his teeth.

Can you not stop talking?

Hunter's body trembled slightly.

"I'll give you thirty seconds, and I can't get it out again."

His slightly cool voice was like cremation falling on the water. The heat was not submerged, but instead evaporated the entire ocean.

Hunter rushed out instantly.

He breathed hard, Winston's arms, which had been enough to strangle him to slowly release, patting his back gently.

Like a kind of soothing.

"It's good to come out," said Winston.

"...Why do I feel embarrassed..." Hunter's voice was a little hoarse, and the mood that seemed to fly into the sky just now was now filled with a feeling.

"If you're embarrassed because of me, I can ask you to help me block it."

Winston's indifferent tone made Hunter laugh.

"I'd better not want it... I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

"Then don't feel embarrassed. Let's go, I ordered you a glass of mint lemonade."

"Thanks."

Hunter lowered his head and walked back to the bar behind Winston.

The other person's back is mature and calm.

The bartender blinked at him: "Sorry, the bathroom is under repair."

"I think you did it on purpose," Hunter said.

The bartender paused for two seconds, then glanced at Winston sitting next to him, and whispered: "I think there is someone else who is intentional."

"What?"

"Nothing. Mint lemonade is better for you."

Hunter took a big sip, and the cold feeling made him feel comfortable. He closed his eyes and sighed: "Ah... so comfortable..."

The bartender chuckled.

"It's getting late." Winston raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Okay... let's go back." Although Hunter wanted to stay here for a while, he thought that once Marcus knew that he had not returned all night, he would have ended up being very **.

Winston threw the car keys to Hunter and walked to pay for it himself.

"You go to the car and wait for me."
To be continued...