Winston pulled the quilt on him, got up and picked up his coat, threw it through a semicircle in the air, and put his arms neatly into his sleeves.

Hunter didn't sleep, he dragged his chin to look at Winston's back.

"What's wrong?" Winston turned around and asked.

"nothing."

"I'm waiting for you in the news center...Will our interview be over? Can we have supper together?"

"Okay." Hengtai nodded.

Winston left here only.

When the door closed, Hunter lifted the quilt and came to the window. After waiting for more than a minute, he saw Winston coming out.

Winston suddenly turned around, and Hunter immediately hid sideways. After a few seconds, he leaned forward and found that Winston had walked away.

What happened last night?

He told Winston what he thought, and then Winston liked him too!

Winston kissed him!

The kiss was so fucking hard that I felt so breathless that I was even swallowed by the other party. Now I think about it... it's really exciting!

Hunter was startled by his thoughts.

Winston has liked himself for a long time, so his approach is planned, and all his tolerance and companionship are because he likes himself.

I ran away yesterday, and Winston didn't do anything to him!

Actually, there is nothing scary. If Winston really wants to make a tough move again, just fight! Either knock Winston out of the air or Winston out of the air!

Hunter felt inexplicably excited and wanted to run around the lap!

Although he hadn't slept for a few hours, Hunter felt as if he had drunk more than a dozen cups of coffee, and his heart was beating very fast!

He jumped back to the bed, pulled himself through the quilt and rolled himself up, as if he could still feel Winston's temperature.

Ah! He slept on Winston for a night last night without being pushed down!

So cool!

Time passed like this, and it was noon before I knew it.

Hunter was having lunch with the team.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it countless times, but he didn't receive a text message from Winston. This disappointed him, but he knew that Winston's interview program might not have ended yet.

Hunter scooped up a mouthful of black truffle mushroom soup and put it into his mouth. The phone shocked in his pocket and he immediately took it out.

A text message from Winston made Hunter’s heart mention: Have you been having lunch?

Hunter: Yes. Where are you?

Winston: Just about to eat.

Hunter pursed his lips and looked at the screen of his phone, not knowing why some thought flashed through his mind.

He knew that this man liked him, knew what he wanted to do, and knew that he would endure it in order not to hurt him, which made Hunter want to do something bad.

His fingers quickly pressed on his phone: But I want to lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue.

After sending it out, Hunter cut a large piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the PR manager came over and confirmed Hunter all the questions about the interview program again.

"Hunt, be natural, don't be nervous, smile more. Your fans especially like how you smile."

"Yeah, I get it!"

"Just don't be nervous!"

The PR manager is still worried that Hunter will be speechless because of nervousness.

"Oh, don't worry! If I really can't speak because I'm nervous, the audience and the media will understand!"

Hunter took another tablespoon of mashed potatoes.

"Okay! You just keep this state! This state is very good!"

When the PR manager walked over, Hunter quickly took out his phone to look.

Huh? Winston didn't reply to his text message?

Is it because Winston also started lunch?

But until Hunter changed into a suit that was about to go to the news center, Winston's text message still didn't come.

OK... Maybe he was entangled by other reporters again.

Hunter came to the program production team with the team, and everyone was nervously confirming the last row.

The host of this show is Mr. Cacho, who is also a famous Formula One commentator.

Cacho and Hunter repeatedly confirmed a complete set of interview issues. Hunter, who originally said he was not nervous, is now starting to be nervous.

This is different from the media interviews accompanied by Marcus, and from Audrey's face-to-face interviews. This is a TV interview and even a live audience.

"Hey, Hunter, don't worry. If you don't remember anything, or you can't speak at once, I'll help you get it over?"

"Thank you, Mr. Cacho." Hunter subconsciously pulled his tie.

The show has ten minutes to start.

Hunter finally walked to the bathroom.

The passage was filled with media staff. Hunter took a deep breath. He almost missed the bathroom, but was grabbed by someone.

Turning his face, he saw Winston in a suit.

Hunter was stunned for a moment, but Winston pulled him for a moment, and Hunter almost crashed into his arms.

People were coming and going around, but Winston approached Hunter and whispered in his ear: "I didn't have enough lunch today."

"Ah? Where did you eat?"

"I want to lick your lips and bite the tip of your tongue."

Winston's voice read the text Hunter sent him in a gentle and gentle manner.

"Hey!" Hunter's heartbeat was as if he was hooked by the smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was about to be pulled out of his chest slowly.

Winston's hand just pressed against Hunter's waist lightly and hard, looking at him like he was looking at his favorite child.

At this time someone was walking into the bathroom.

Winston's palm covering Hunter's waist suddenly exerted force and took him over. Hunter staggered forward, but Winston stepped back calmly and retreated into the bathroom compartment in just two steps.

Winston's legs rubbed against Hunter and stretched out, hooking the door of the compartment with his toes.

Hunter became nervous the moment the door was locked.

"What do you...you...what do you want to do?"

Hunter subconsciously turned backwards, leaning his back against the door.

Winston turned his face and smiled: "What are you thinking? I can't do anything to you here. You have such a strong strength to resist. If the door is broken, the media will say that we are in a strait."

"Then you want to..."

Hunter opened his lips slightly, and Winston leaned up. Because the speed was too fast and he didn't expect it at all, Winston came up with him.

Unlike the overwhelming momentum of the first time, this time it was gentle. The sucking made Hunter's shoulders shrugg and subconsciously brought himself up.

Winston's tongue slid as soon as it touched Hunter's tongue, turned to his upper palate, slid across his soft sides, and then rolled up again, but for only a short while it slipped away again.

Hunter subconsciously chased Winston's tongue, and Winston's tongue was about to leave. Hunter quickly went to the other party's lips. At that moment, the tip of his tongue was gently bitten.

The feeling was like my thoughts were being scattered, and blood was scattered all over my body to jump out of my blood vessels. Hunter took a breath and opened his eyes to look at the other person.

But Winston smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"Go, your interview is about to begin."

This is what is called "licking your lips and biting the tip of your tongue".

Hunter suddenly didn't want to leave here.

Winston's forehead gently rubbed against Hunter's eyebrows: "Look... you don't need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you, nor will I eat you."

Just like hypnosis, the heat and madness of Winston that day was like Hunter's illusion.

"Um……"

At this time, the people outside had already washed their hands and left.

Winston opened the door for Hunter and Hunter walked out.

The interview program was about to begin, and Hunter came to the opposite side of the host Mr. Cacho and sat down.

The audience also sat down, and all cameras were in place.

Hunter took a breath, raised his eyes and saw Winston sitting there in the farthest part of the audience.
To be continued...