He turned around carefully and saw Winston's side face. Then he realized that the thin quilt was covered by him, and Winston's back was empty.

He also said that I should be careful not to catch a cold! Only then will you catch a cold.

Hunter pulled up the quilt and pulled it towards Winston.

"Are you awake?" Winston's eyes opened and he looked at him.

"Yes!" Hunter sat cross-legged and looked out the window, "I wonder what time it's now?"

The bright moon is soft and bright in the air, the moonlight falls on the pool water, and the misty water vapor rises upwards, everything is hazy and soft.

"It's already ten o'clock in the evening."

"Ah? I'm ten o'clock in the evening before I did anything?" Hunter showed a surprised expression.

Winston smiled with his chin on his side: "Then what do you really want to do?"

“…It’s so quiet.”

"Yes, so it will be obvious if it makes a sound."

"...You guy is here again." Hunter kicked the other party helplessly.

Who knew that Winston grabbed his ankle and it all happened so quickly that Hunter didn't react at all.

Just as he was about to withdraw his foot, Winston pulled in his direction.

"Hey, stop playing! What if I have cramps?"

"Didn't you do flexibility training?" Winston asked lightly, but the strength of Hunter's ankle did not decrease at all.

"Ghost! Flexibility training is to prevent muscle strain during the game! Whoever pulls the legs so high is fine!"

"Is this very high?" Winston tried to lift Hunter's ankle up again.

His wide yukata trousers hang down, and from Winston's perspective, you can definitely see what is inside.

"Let it go!" Hunter supported his arm and retreated vigorously.

But Winston still held himself tightly and couldn't move at all.

"What about this?" Winston deliberately tortured Hunter's knee and pulled it to the side.

"I'll kick you!"

Winston still didn't let go.

Hunter suddenly felt unhappy in the competition of strength. He bent his knees slightly and kicked Winston's shoulders violently.

"I'm so proud of you!"

Winston really let go. He turned his hand slightly and Hunter's feet rubbed against his shoulders, but unexpectedly he suddenly grabbed Hunter's calf, pressed his knees on his shoulders, and then slowly leaned towards Hunter.

"The legs are lifted and pressed against the shoulders, consuming at least twenty-six calories per minute. Do you need it?"

This guy is starting to cheat again.

Hunter angrily kicked the other party with one leg, but who knew he was caught again.

Obviously I am already very fast! Is this guy Winston a monster?

"You don't dare to kick me hard, for fear of hurting my shoulder."

Winston's smile was very light, but Hunter thought this guy was very proud.

"Let go! Otherwise I will really beat you!" Hunter waved his fist.

Winston let go of Hunter's calves and suddenly grabbed the fist he swung. Hunter had just put his legs down, but who knew that Winston pulled him hard and Hunter rushed forward and rushed directly to him.

Winston grabbed his waist and pushed it upwards, and Hunter was placed directly on him.

"Sitting position, about sixty calories per minute. You need more than one hundred and five."

Winston's voice was right in Hunter's ears. His breath was warm. He didn't even have to turn his face. Hunter knew that the other party was smiling.

"You're going to die!" Hunter held Winston's shoulder and stood up suddenly.

Who knew that Winston just buckled his waist and hit the tip of the other person's nose.

At that moment, the other person's nose rubbed through that place and he almost fell to the ground.

"No...it's not my business...it's you who plays with me..."

It deserves it! Old hooligan!

But Hunter subconsciously felt that Winston would not be angry.

Winston just turned his face and smiled.

"If you laugh, I will really beat you up!"

"You can't beat me." Winston stood up calmly and opened the door of the small compartment.

At this time, the woman in a kimono walked in and packed up the things on the table.

"Come back to your room to sleep now?" asked Winston.

This guy is really good. I really think the embarrassing things I did just now don’t exist at all.

"Don't sleep!"

Hunter was a little angry.

"Then do you want to burn calories?" Winston asked with a smile.

Damn, now, mentioning "calories consumed" can remind Hunter of things he shouldn't have remembered.

Seeing him angrily, Winston patted his shoulder: "Let's go, play table tennis. Can you?"

"I can't! Teach me!"

Hunter followed Winston out of the cabin.

The room where you play table tennis is far away from where guests sleep and you need to pass through a long corridor.

Hunter walked while looking at the view outside the house.

The shadow of himself and Winston was cast on the walls of the corridor.

Hunter deliberately stretched out his hand and made a push to the other party, and the shadows on the wall were connected.

"You are so naive."

Winston suddenly stopped, causing Hunter's palm to really press behind the other party's shoulder.

"You didn't know it on the first day of my childishness." Hunter smiled indifferently.

But the temperature of Winston is everywhere in the palm of his palm.

When Winston left forward, Hunter's palm suddenly cooled down. He felt lonely in his heart.

When they walked into the room where they played table tennis, the lighting here was different from the small room where they had eaten before, and it was brighter and more spacious.

There were four table tennis tables in the room, but unfortunately there were no other guests in the hot spring hotel except them.

Winston came to him and taught him how to hold the slap and hit the ball on the racquet.

His hand slowly slid from Hunter's shoulders to his waist, gently pressing against him from behind, and taking him to experience the rotation of his waist when hitting the ball.

If you are studying American history, Hunter is completely untalented.

But Hunter's motor nerves are developed when learning ball sports.

He followed Winston to try a few goals. The previous few goals either failed the net or missed it.

But Winston was very patient and watched Hunter pick up balls all over the ground.

Gradually, Hunter became dissatisfied.

"Hey, did you deliberately hit the ball where I couldn't catch it?"

"Isn't this the case for table tennis? I hit the ball where you can get it, how can I beat you?" Winston asked with the tabletop.

"...But in this way I'll keep picking up the ball!"

"It's great to keep picking up the ball," said Winston.

"You just want to see me tired!" Hunter pulled up his sleeve.

Wait and see, I won’t be able to pick up balls all over the floor!

"I don't want to see you tired, I just want to see you lower your body and raise your waist," said Winston.

"Ah?" Hunter thought for two seconds, and his eyes were so angry that he was about to get angry. "You lowered your body and raised your waist!"

After a long time, Winston deliberately wanted to see him "picking soap"!

Winston smiled and used his racket to send the ball towards Hunter.

Hunter felt that since they reconciled, the guy's rogue level seemed to have risen to another level.

He sighed...

Winston waved his racket, meaning "come again."
To be continued...