"Don't hide from me..." Winston let go of Hunter slightly and whispered.

Hunter did not reply, but just turned his face and touched his lips.

"Just like the song you just sang to me... Never leave me."

Winston's eyes sank, pulling Hunter's clothes up.

He was very anxious, as if the world would be destroyed in the next second and they would no longer exist, time would be compressed, and their arms would also shatter.

"... Shouldn't we be before the last race..." Winston said in a hoarse voice.

He almost pressed against Hunter, breathing was so hot, but he pressed Hunter tightly to suppress himself.

Hunter raised his eyebrows, pulled the corner of his mouth, and replied arrogantly: "Go to the last fucking stop... Our last stop is still long!"

In an instant, Winston pressed down eagerly and vigorously, and the collision between his lips and tongue was about to create a fire.

Hunter felt the power and heat of this man. It seemed as if the twenty years he had been completely wasted, and he had never longed for someone as he was now.

The breathing will burst, and everything will burn and steam. There will be a force breaking through everything.

"If I tried everything, you wouldn't fall in love with me... I used to think I would be reluctant to destroy you...but I was wrong..."

He rammed him and said in a gritting voice.

"...what will you?" Hunter's heart beat fast.

"Just like now... I'll kill you..."

Hunter's brain was also shaking hard by the other party.

Another crazy possession of earth-shaking, he kissed him with all angles. Hunter thought this was his greatest power, but the desire and demand that he burst out far exceeded his imagination.

"Let me...let me take a break..."

Hunter was confused and supported his upper body and walked forward. His hand had just grabbed the edge of the bed and was pulled back by the other party.

The fierce kiss fell on the back of his head and was pressed against the wall at this angle. The force once again destroyed him.

The scene that Hunter once thought was unrealistic in action movies was that when Winston picked him up high and then fell down, he pressed him tightly towards himself.

Pain and panic were drowned in Winston's powerful kiss.

He reached the peak and thought he could breathe a sigh of relief and slowly slide down from a height of ten thousand meters. He wanted to regain his breathing and heartbeat, but the seemingly cold man turned sideways and kissed him as if he would never extinguish it.

From the tiny soothing kiss to the increasingly uncontrollable possession, his feelings were completely turned upside down, and Winston completely ruled everything about him.

Chaos and chaos, all principles are broken, all laws are broken, and only this man's collision is better than all the truth in the world.

If this man died, Hunter thought...why not?

The sunlight at eleven o'clock in the afternoon fell from the curtains on the messy bed.

Hunter opened his lips slightly and his brows were slightly frowning.

Winston hugged him and touched his forehead, which was a bit hot.

Hunter was full of traces, and Winston's fingers stroked the blue-purple mark beside his Adam's apple.

"Um……"

"I'll help you with cold water. You're having a fever."

"Well..." Hunter hugged Winston, obviously not letting him leave, "Didn't he wiped it..."

Winston lowered his head and gently touched Hunter's eyes that could not be opened because of fatigue. When Hunter fell asleep again, Winston slowly got up and came to the window.

"I think I need a private doctor... Hunter is having a fever." Winston raised his hand and stroked his hair hard behind his head. "I don't know who is suitable for New York."

"Fever...what have you done?" There was a hint of joking in the other party's voice.

"Ervin...he's already burning to nearly thirty-nine degrees."

Winston suppressed his breathing. His voice was not loud, but very depressing. He turned around and glanced at Hunter under the quilt.

"Are you crazy?... so indulgent before the last stop of the Grand Prix?"

Elvin is Chen Mobai's English name. The man who always had a lazy voice suddenly became serious.

"I need a doctor." Winston said in a cold voice.

"Doctor? The doctor I know happened to leave New York and go abroad for exchanges. And can you stand the doctor's wounds?" Chen Mobai asked back, but he did not get Winston's answer.

"Okay... Although as a friend, others may give you condoms or something, the things I give you are obviously more practical."

"What?" Winston narrowed his eyes.

"I remember the last time I gave you a small box and told you that there was medicine in it, do you want to carry it with you?"

"Remember, it's still there." Winston quickly found his suitcase, found the box from the compartment of the box, opened it and saw that it was "It's all in Chinese."

"Hunt has no history of anti-inflammatory drugs, right?"

"I'm sure not."

"Grind the brown pills inside into powder and apply them to the wounds in his body. The remaining three times a day, two tablets at a time for him to take. What I give you is Chinese patent medicine. He has no sign of improvement until three o'clock in the afternoon, and you have to take him to the hospital, no matter how much you don't want his body to be seen by other men, OK?"

"Thanks."

"By the way... Is it convenient to ask... Can you tell me how many times you tossed in the evening and made him have a fever? The racer's endurance and physical fitness are both very good..."

"I owe you this time."

After saying that, Winston hung up the phone.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Hunter finally subsided. Winston gently fiddled with his hair and sighed.

Hunter's eyes trembled and opened.

"Winston..."

"Hmm?" Winston lowered his head and kissed him.

"I want to drink water..."

"Okay, I'll pour it for you."

"I'm so hungry..."

"I'll make you something to eat."

"Are we not able to catch up with the plane to Melbourne?"

"Don't worry, I called Mr. Marcus."

"Oh, OK..." Hunter's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly remembered something and sat up suddenly. The pain of his waist being tied to his legs was about to be broken, making him frown, "What did Marcus say?"

"Nothing. I said our house has a little problem, and you can't play with peace of mind if you don't solve it." Winston sat next to him and gently touched his ear.

"oh……"

Marcus must have thought that this was just a lie that Winston told.

Winston handed Hunter the cup of water. Hunter was obviously thirsty and raised his head and drank it all in a few sips.

"Slow down."

The water that had not had time to swallow flowed down Hunter's lips, slid across his chin and dripped onto the sheet, his throat surging, and even the traces on the side of his neck were rising and falling.

Winston's fingers brushed over the corners of Hunter's lips, and his knuckles froze there.

"Ah?" Hunter asked in a hoarse voice, his voice was not loud, with a hint of doubt.

Winston's eyes darkened and he suddenly pressed him back on the pillow. Hunter was dizzy and dizzy. In addition, the bones and muscles of his body seemed to have been disassembled. With this collision, Hunter hummed so much that he started to hum.

Even the corners of my eyes were filled with tears.

"I'm sorry..." Winston lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against Hunter, "I couldn't help it..."

Hunter paused, thinking of the numb but vaguely painful place, he said in a pitiful voice: "I want to come again too... Last night, except for some of the terrifying positions... I felt very... good..."

Hunter's voice was as small as a mosquito hum.

Winston was frozen there.

But Hunter could feel his temperature rise.

"Really...what poses do you find scary?"

Winston's breath was right between Hunter's lips, which made Hunter start to move.

"When you picked me up..."

"But I like it very much. Because when you are afraid, you will hold me tightly and your bottom is tighter."

Winston couldn't help but kiss Hunter's lips, and put his hand into the quilt, Hunter's brows quickly frowned.

"Don't touch me...I hurt..."

After a long time, Winston breathed out and got up and went to the bathroom.

Hunter turned sideways with difficulty, looked at Winston's back and smirked.

"You have today, too."

At this time, Hunter suddenly understood what it meant when he and Winston were on vacation in Dubai when they came here.

"Irving, this guy..."
To be continued...