It was noisy outside the door, but Winston's voice was particularly clear.

"Do you... your convoy holds a party at this bar?"

"I'm the only one. I'll give you three minutes. If you don't come, you won't be able to see it in the future."

"I can't see anything?"

The other party did not answer him and hung up the phone directly.

"Hey...hey? Winston?"

Hunter seemed to realize something, put his phone on his body, opened the door quickly, and walked out quickly.

There was a lot of people in the private room, and some people stopped him and spoke.

Hunter glanced at his watch and became anxious.

Half a minute has passed.

"Please let me go, I have something to do!"

"Hunt, where are you going?"

After finally breaking through the siege, Hunter's collar was grabbed by Marcus again.

"I'll be back soon after I'll be out!"

"You kid are going to leave again? You are the protagonist today!"

"I won't slip! I'll be back soon!" Hunter pulled his collar back and continued to squeeze out a way from his already brainless teammates.

A minute has passed, and a layer of sweat has erupted on Hunter's back.

He rushed out of the door and looked around.

Winston said it was next door, so is it on the left or on the right?

Hunter rushed to the left and pushed the door of the private room hard, it was locked.

That's not it!

Hunter turned around and rushed to the other side, suddenly collided with the waiter who was pushing the beer cart at the bar.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Hunter apologized to the other party anxiously, and had no time to help the other party up and headed towards another private room.

He pushed open the door suddenly, and the box was bright but quiet, as if it was another world.

He exhaled, and before him was Winston, wearing a casual jacket and jeans, sitting on the edge of the stage, his legs were already long and hung there, giving Hunter an urge to break them all.

A faint smile appeared on Winston's lips, and he slowly turned his face, and the light and shadow flowed between his eyebrows and eyes.

"It's exactly three minutes."

His eyes with a faint smile were the most irresistible charm for Hunter.

Hunter walked over and stood in front of Winston, "You're not really going to dance a striptease for me here, right?"

"yes."

Winston leaned towards Hunter, and Hunter swallowed and took a step back.

Calm, Hunter.

Calm.

If you are nervous, you will lose.

Winston stood up, Hunter's eyes moved up with the other's legs, his waist and his chest were all in front of him.

"You are the only audience. Want to sit a little bit in front or behind?"

"Nonsense! Of course, sit in front!"

There were a few bar chairs placed casually under the stage, and behind the bar chair was a sofa.

Hunter chose a bar chair, sat on it, supported his chin, and looked like "I will appreciate it seriously".

Winston lowered his head with his pocket in his arms: "What music do you like?"

"Watching striptease, you must have a more sexy music!"

Winston took out his phone and threw it to Hunter.

A song was displayed on the screen, which seemed to be in French and Hunter couldn't understand.

"Are you sure you don't need to order a glass of water?"

Winston asked Hunter with his arms comfortably, leaning against the steel pipe.

"Hahaha! You're here, do I want to order a glass of red wine? Drunk is just overwhelming you!"

"I want you to look at me soberly. If you want to press me, you will also press me soberly." Winston's gaze moved away from Hunter's body for a moment, which made Hunter seriously.

When Hunter's finger touched the play button on the screen, his heart felt tense like he was waiting for the departure command at the starting point, and all kinds of thoughts were boiling, looking for the cracks that broke through the dike.

It was as slow as if the music was elongated, and it seemed like a blues song.

The entire space was infused with some kind of heart-warming wine, spiraling lazyly, submerging Hunter.

Winston swayed gently against the steel pipe.

His eyes were cold, and such temperature remained in Hunter's eyes, as if it would suddenly boil from zero at any time. His hand gently pulled up the collar of his casual jacket and pulled it outward. Without the tenderness of a woman, Hunter felt the restrained maturity and strength beauty of a man in a slight sway.

Hunter even felt that Winston was like a patient hunter, approaching in the way that made him relax his guard the most, and swallowing him in one bite at the moment when he was distracted.

Hunter's mood tensed up, Winston's fingers slid from the upper end of his collar to the lower end, and the collar slid from his neck and hung on his arm.

Hunter saw Winston like this for the first time.

He was never dressed neatly and could not see any flaws, but at this moment he was like a perfect appearance cracking a gap, and Hunter felt an undepressed **.

His throat seemed to be pinched by the other party's fingers. Even if Hunter swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat was swollen and painful.

Winston's waist raised up with great force as the music was raised, and Hunter's mood was pushed to the top in an instant, and his body seemed to be penetrated. The coat hanging on his arm fell down and made a "slam".

Hunter subconsciously trembled and pulled his denim jacket.

Because he had an illusion that it was not Winston's coat that was taken off, but his own.

Winston was still looking at him, not knowing whether it was a musical relationship, but his vision without emotional ups and downs became more charming.

Hunter exhaled quietly, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The man on the stage raised his lips, and the smile was something Hunter had never seen before. It was not the slightest harshness of joking, nor the politeness, but the sexyness of Winston.

This smile disappeared quickly and everything was curbed again.

Winston hugged himself with both hands and stroked him down from his shoulders. His right finger raised his left sleeve and lifted it up little by little, revealing his beautiful forearm lines.

Hunter subconsciously clasped the edge of the bar chair, as if Winston's palm was not himself, but Hunter.

Winston on the stage held the steel pipe and stretched his body and turned around, Hunter's head buzzing.

Winston leaned against the steel pipe and gently lifted the hem of his white T-shirt. His face was filled with desireless expressions. As his tight waist lines were exposed bit by bit, Hunter felt something penetrated his body and rushed into the space, scattering in all directions.

Hunter held his breath and watched Winston pull the T-shirt very slowly and sit down. His back was straight, leaving his body temperature on the steel tube. He raised his chin, and the lines on his neck were like a string on the verge of breakage. The moment he turned his face, the hair on his forehead fell down and swept his eyebrows.

Something inside Hunter was about to explode.

Can't continue watching...

I really can't continue watching.

If you keep watching, he will go crazy.

Hunter regrets that he should sit on the sofa, and it will be difficult for him to hide himself in this position.

Winston supported himself with one leg slowly upward from his sitting position. He raised his right hand high and grabbed the steel pipe backward.

If it is a woman, it will make it difficult for the man who looks at her to himself.

But Winston felt dangerous.

Hunter just wanted to rush into the bathroom at this time!

The man on the stage turned his face and still looked at Hunter's eyes, his emotions, his reason, everything about him was pulled away by the other party.

Winston's fingers were buckled against the edge of his jeans and gently pulled them down. It was impossible to pull them down, but it seemed that something that did not belong to Hunter was about to flow out.

Hunter's voice was hoarse, and his knuckles on the edge of the bar chair were white.

I clearly told myself that I hope Winston ended quickly, but deep down I was crying - Give me more!

Winston's fingers buckled against the first button of his jeans, and Hunter stretched his neck.

It was too hard to hide himself... He just wanted to appreciate it without restraint.

But at that time, the music ended on Hunter's cell phone.

Winston, who was originally leaning against the steel pipe, lowered his body, picked up the white T-shirt that fell to the ground and put it on neatly.

"Ah?" Hunter looked at him with his head tilted.

Winston pulled his casual jacket, walked off the stage, and took his cell phone away from Hunter.
To be continued...