"No need! I still have my luggage to clean up! Just sleep and your neck will be fine!" Hunter ate the dinner voraciously, rushed out immediately, and left before the team doctor arrived.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"I don't know, I'm so nervous. But it's really troublesome to be allergic at this time."

"Yes, you can't take medicine at will. If he still did this during the game, how could he stay?"

When he arrived at the elevator entrance, Hunter pressed the button and breathed out.

Someone suddenly lifted the towel around his neck, which scared him, and he immediately pressed the towel.

"Lying grass! Donald is you!"

Donald put his shoulder on Hunter and said funny: "I said brother, you're too funny, are you? Are you going out to exercise in a shirt? Why are you still covering your neck with a towel? Are you cold? Need a scarf?"

"No..."

Thinking of Donald's cancellation of the Bunny Girl Party due to diarrhea, Hunter felt deeply sympathy for him and his flaunt was aroused.

"Hehe, because I was so happy last night." Hunter deliberately lifted the towel and showed it to Donald.

Donald was obviously scared: "Mom! What's going on with you? You were exposed...exploded?"

"What's going on?" Hunter looked at Donald in confusion.

The other party grabbed his head: "No... nothing, if you were exposed, can you still stand and wait for the elevator today?"

"What's wrong with you today? I'm all kissed! Hahaha!"

"Who was kissed?... who was?"

Donald suddenly became nervous. That day he promised that Winston would not take Hunter to pick up girls again. In a blink of an eye, the little devil was covered in glory. If Winston misunderstood that he took him there, he would not be able to wash even if he jumped into the Rhine!

Hunter pulled out a bad smile and described "Lilith's Night" with great exaggeration.

"That kind of place...how did you go to? That's not something you can get in with money!"

"I won't tell you." Hunter blinked mysteriously. Looking at Donald's surprised expression, he felt proud that he finally won a battle in front of this old fry.

Donald swallowed: "That...I...I have a turtleneck shirt to lend you... I guess you won't be able to get rid of your mark when you arrive in Austria...Don't let Van Winston see it."

"Why?" Hunter found that Donald today was a little different, as if... he was guilty?

"I'm afraid that he will see you, so you won't be able to participate in the subsequent competition... I can only lie on the bed!"

Brother! I have already understood your reminder so clearly. Can you stop trying? Picking up girls is precious, and your life is even more expensive!

"Ah? Why? It was Winston who took me there!"

"How could Winston take you to that kind of place! He wouldn't let others touch..." Donald suddenly thought of something, "You just said that you were blindfolded when you were having fun with people?"

"Yes. Is it interesting?" Hunter blinked proudly.

"You also said...you're drinking a little bit?"

"Well, I'm drunk for the first time."

His real first drink was the warehouse bar in Montreal that Winston took him to. Last night, he was drunk for the first time. It seems that... there were many firsts in his life that were given to Winston.

Donald patted Hunter on the shoulder, and there was an inexplicable twist in his smile: "These women are really strong! I don't know, I thought it was a man who kissed him!"

"Ah...how is it possible?" Hunter looked at Donald with "Your brain is OK".

"It's okay, it's okay... Just be happy in everything!"

"After the Austrian competition is over, is there any activity?" Hunter showed an expectant expression.

"Activity? Do you still want it?"

"...After every game, aren't you?" Hunter frowned and looked at the other party, poked his chest with his finger, "Hey... Why do I think you are abnormal?"

"What's wrong with me? It's because your brain circuit is not normal enough! After the game, you should be able to accumulate energy and have a good rest!"

The elevator came and Donald walked in quickly.

"Did you have diarrhea and your head silly?"

Early the next morning, Hunter flew to Austria with his suitcase and his convoy.

In the waiting hall, Hunter was having fun while waiting for the boarding notice.

Several flight attendants pulled their suitcases and walked past them in suitcases, smiling gracefully and swaying.

The male compatriots in the team subconsciously raised their heads, even McGrady, who had always been stinky.

Hunter looked at their calves exposed outside their skirts, thin white and elegant, and subconsciously swallowed.

McGrady sneered: "You boy didn't touch a woman's legs at first sight. Your saliva is about to fall on your phone!"

Hunter raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Although I have never touched a woman's legs, a woman has pleased me and kissed me is better than you, a twisted guy, right?"

"I just knew how to brag, but my hair was not growing all over!" Meddy gave him a blank look.

This made Hunter very angry, and he suddenly stood up.

"What are you going to do?" McGrady asked.

"I'll go to the bathroom and take a photo and pass it on to you!"

"If you let the water go, let the water go! I don't want to see your little Hunter!"

Hunter snorted and walked to the bathroom.

The phone shook, and a text message came from Winston.

Hunter smiled and clicked on the text message, with only a few short words: What are you doing?

Hunter grinned and replied: Go to the bathroom to take pictures!

Winston's reply was so fast that Hunter wondered how fast he was typing: what to shoot?

Hunter replied: Take a picture of my little Hunter! That bastard McGrady is sarcasticating me again! Today I want him to see clearly!

In just a few seconds, Winston's reply almost made him choke on the screen of his phone: Go and take a photo, but send it to me.

Hunter grabbed the back of his head and thought to himself, brother, you always make me blush and my heart beats so sorry. This is really bad!

He quickly replied: I'm sending it to you!

Winston's reply made him want to throw his phone out: either don't take a photo or send me a message. Otherwise, I'll pull your little Hunter off.

"I really can't continue to communicate with this guy!"

Just as he gritted his teeth, Hunter seemed to have bumped into someone.

The other party exclaimed and staggered backwards. Hunter subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other party's waist. When he saw the other party's face clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Lilith?"

"Ah... it's you..."

It was one of the few women who accompanied Hunter on "Lilith's Night". But at this moment she was wearing a dress and pulling her suitcase, and was obviously also a flight attendant.

"It's really a coincidence! I can actually meet you here! Where are you going to fly?"

"Austria." The other party smiled slightly shyly.

Her makeup was elegant and her hair was wrapped around the back of her head, looking elegant and solemn, and she couldn't remind people of the extremely seductive witch Lilith.

"It's such a coincidence that I'm going to fly to Austria too! We should be on the same flight! By the way, what's your name? You can't let me call you Lilith, right?"

"Amy...you can call me Amy."

"That... is really incredible... The traces you left on me the night before yesterday are still there. It really makes people imagine that passionate woman is you! But I like you more now..."

Amy closed her eyes, turned her face to the side, and smiled helplessly: "I think you made a mistake, these traces have nothing to do with me."

"Not you?"

Hunter was completely puzzled.

"At least it wasn't what I left behind." Amy smiled and was about to drag her suitcase away from Hunter.

Hunter paused, and looked at Amy now, he really didn't look like a crazy and enthusiastic woman.

She said, "at least it was not what I left behind", that was what the other two women left behind?

"What did you do?" Hunter looked at her with a wicked smile, holding his pocket.

"I just tied your left foot to the chair, fed you the first glass of wine, and blindfolded you." Amy smiled and waved her hand and walked into the passage.

Hunter touched his chin. Although he was dizzy at the time, he was sure that someone was sitting on him, kissing him so hard and so determinedly... it could not be his own hallucination after drinking.

A few minutes later, the radio rang out and Hunter followed his teammates to board the plane.

He sat quietly in his seat belt, long ago tied his seat belt and supported his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

Mr. Marcus was a little nervous.

When humans think, God laughs.

Once Hunter thought about it, the team was not good!

But Marcus couldn't bear to bother him with such a quiet and "well-behaved" look.

At this moment, Hunter was recalling the madness that night in his mind.

Who is the one who pressed on him and kissed him?

The more I recalled, the blurry some things became, but the feeling that originally impressed him... became clearer.

He remembered the strength of the other person's fingers touching him, and the tip of the other person's tongue pushed in strongly, like a battle without control.

...Even though the person being controlled is himself, Hunter felt that the other party's madness was completely centered on himself and was spinning like a subversive.

It was so scared that he missed it again at this moment.

The plane entered the clouds and calmed down.

Hunter unbuttoned his seat belt and walked to the bathroom, and happened to meet Amy who was covering a blanket for a guest.
To be continued...