He was wearing a slim suit and looked like a teenager, but his muscle content was not low.

The accountant simply sat down at Hunter, and the two of them didn't say a word, waiting for Mr. Narita's people to come back to help them.

A few minutes later, footsteps came from the corridor.

The wooden door was pushed open and a slender figure walked in.

"Hunt."

With a gentle sound, Hunter, whose mind had already reached another world, turned his face. He narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and followed the other person with a scattered gaze until the other person walked to him and knelt down on one knee.

Hunter stretched out his finger, poked the other person's cheek, and then laughed foolishly: "Bunny girl... why are you here? Why are you here? Are you my Bunny girl? Why does it seem... is... Winston?"

"You're drunk." Winston reached out to hold Hunter's face that was tilted, and supported him. Hunter smiled wickedly and simply pressed all the weight on the other party's palm.

His forehead was hanging down, half covering his eyes. It was so bright, but his eyes were blurred.

He seemed to see the beautiful Adam's apple on the opposite man move, so he stretched out his hand again and touched the other person's neck restlessly, as if he was confirming something.

The man raised his chin, like a neck, allowing Hunter's fingers to do whatever he wanted.

"Winston...why is it here?"

Although his head was completely unable to think, Hunter's words were unexpectedly smooth.

"Didn't you reply to my text message and ask me to sleep with you?"

Winston held Hunter's hand on his cheek, his thumb stroking the slit of his lips.

"Well..." Hunter closed his eyes, as if thinking seriously. After more than ten seconds, he just smiled and asked back, "Do I have it?"

"You have." Winston replied.

"Hehe...hehe..." Hunter laughed, his tongue slid out along the lip slit. The moment Winston's fingertips were about to leave the corner of his lips, the soft tongue rubbed his fingertips.

At that moment, the man opposite completely dimmed.

Hunter shrugged his shoulders and smiled even more proudly. His lips said: Come on, baby.

"I'm not a bunny girl." Winston's voice was a little hoarse.

Hunter shook, stretched out his hand to pull Winston's ear: "Look... the rabbit's ears are here..."

At this time, Mr. Narita's two assistants came back and were stunned when they saw Winston.

"You just need to send Mr. Vince back."

After saying that, Winston picked up Hunter, who was sitting there, held his legs with one hand and held his back with the other, in a posture that looked like a doting father holding his son to the park.

Vince, who was sitting foolishly, pointed to the direction where Winston left, and said in a stuttering manner: "That... that's a monster... I can't even help him... Why did he pick up Hunter at once... hurry up and chase him back!"

The two assistants couldn't understand what Vince was talking about.

Winston stepped apart with his long legs, and Hunter, who was almost sitting on his right arm, seemed to have no weight.

Hunter's neck shaking with Winston's stride, he lowered his head in confusion to look at the other person's forehead and his high nose.

"I just... was clearly at the Bunny Girl Party...Marcus...Donald...Luke and McGrady...Carry together..." Hunter reached out and hugged Winston's neck, and his chin gently leaned against his head.

Winston had arrived in front of the sports car. Instead of putting Hunter in the sports car, he looked up at him.

"If it weren't for hallucinations, you wouldn't have seduced me just now, right?" Winston asked in his eyes.

Hunter narrowed his eyes again and said in a very serious tone: "Wrong! It's not seduction... it's... it's revenge!"

"What's revenge on me?" Winston asked softly.

"Who are you?" Hunter asked with his eyes narrowed, "It seems to be... Winston..."

He began to touch Winston's head again, looking for something.

"I'm Winston. I don't have rabbit ears."

"Oh, you're Winston! Then I... Then I'm going to take revenge on the things you said to me... doing... you messed up my mind!"

“What about?”

"For example...for example..." Hunter recalled it hard, but he really couldn't remember it.

Because his brain cannot think.

"If you can't remember, forget it. But you'd better take revenge on me hundreds of times now."

Winston still held him, holding him high, without a trace of trembling in his arms, his eyes as if Hunter was an unreachable but dreamy ideal.

"Then will you hold a grudge against me?" Hunter asked with his head tilted.

The hair on his forehead fell down again, as if it was about to be flooded by city lights.

"No." Winston's voice was still so light, as if he was tempting him to do something secret but extremely sinful.

Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head and his lips touched Winston's forehead.

He could feel the arms of the man who was holding him suddenly stiffened.

He made him nervous.

This sense of accomplishment made Hunter more bold.

He smiled and kissed Winston's eyes, and he stuck out his tongue to tease the other's eyelashes. Winston's breathing suppressed, and raised his face high, as if he wanted to give himself completely to this arrogant young man.

"Where do you like me the most?" Winston asked softly.

"Eyes." Hunter continued to kiss his eyes with a silly smile.

“Why do you like it?”

"Because... it's like a burning blue... blue... glacier..." Hunter's head shaking.

"This is different from what you said to Nicky. Which description is true? Which description is false?" Winston asked again.

"Who is Nicky?" Hunter asked back.

"You really do like me. I know that I don't like you remember other men, so I deliberately pretend to clear my head?"

"Uh-huh……"

The excitement after drinking seemed to be about to pass, Hunter hung his head and was about to lean back.

But Winston held Hunter and turned upwards, insisting that he would come back to his senses briefly.

"Well..." Hunter opened his eyes unbearably and looked at the other person.

"Kiss me, Hunter. I believe that everything you say is true. I'll let you sleep well."

Hunter frowned, rubbed his cheek against Winston for a long time but didn't know where to kiss. Winston suddenly turned his face and kissed him with his lips in his mouth. The tip of his tongue could not refuse and sucked uncontrollably.

Hunter's head was leaning back, and Winston placed him on the front cover of Ferrari and fastened his head, as if the dry and dying traveler had finally found the source of water. All the wetness between Hunter's lips and tongue was plundered by the other party.

The domineering aura made Hunter subconsciously reject this man.

It was like angering the other party, and the kiss became more aggressive, like the prelude to a cruel war. The intensity of the stirring made Hunter unable to resist, and his thoughts became fragile.

The other party retreated from his lips, pinched his neck, and kissed his chin with his mouth, as if he wanted to eat him.

A voice came from a distance, and someone came to pick up the car nearby.

Winston stepped back and breathed out.

Hunter finally closed his eyes as he wished, fell forward, his forehead pressed against Winston's chest, making a gentle breathing sound.

Winston's hands were beating beside him, as if he could not help but destroy this fool who trusted him to sleep peacefully.

Until Hunter slid down along Winston, and was about to fall off the hood of the front car, Winston then reached out to support him.

He picked him up, put him in the passenger seat, and pulled up his seat belt.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes without any defense, as if anyone could easily possess him.

Winston kissed him again, licked the slit of his lips, and kissed the corners of his lips. Finally, he couldn't help but stick to his tongue in and it was raging again.

Hunter let out a soft hum.

Winston pressed against his forehead, and asked, "Can I want you?"

Hunter tilted his head and found a more comfortable angle to sleep.

Winston pulled up the corners of his lips, lowered his head and chuckled.

The black Ferrari is slowly moving in the night wind.

Tokyo at night is made up of neon lights and LED advertising screens in various colors, like daytime.

The car stopped at the intersection, Winston turned his face, gently fiddled with Heng's hair with his fingers, and then he could not help but put his hand under his head, lifted him up, and kissed him hard even with more than ten seconds left.

As midnight approached, Winston finally drove to the hotel where Hunter stayed.

He carried Hunter out and walked into the elevator in a surprised gaze at the hotel front desk.

When he arrived at the door of the room, Winston found his room card and placed him on the bed.

He took off his shoes and socks for him, Hunter's face almost completely sinking into the pillow, and one of his hands pulled up the hem of his shirt and twisted uncomfortablely as the suit tied him up.

Winston leaned down on Hunter's pillow with one hand, and kissed him from his forehead to his ear: "Do you want me to take off your suit and shirt?"
To be continued...