This time, Winston stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour, and Hunter, who was sitting on the head of the bed, couldn't help but urge it with a hoarse voice.

"I'm hungry! I want to eat! Come out quickly!"

Obviously, Winston didn't answer what he meant.

Hunter licked the corner of his mouth and continued to yell. After all, he could barely operate his throat.

"I'm so hungry...I want to eat cheese rolls..."

Winston still ignored his intentions.

"Winston, why haven't you come out yet! If you keep doing it, it will break down there!"

Two seconds later, a depressing and slightly annoying voice rang through the door, but it was very penetrating.

"If you say another word, I'll come out to kill you."

Hunter was shocked and immediately stopped talking.

Winston was very restrained at the beginning of last night. When Hunter thought about it, he felt that it was a miracle that he could survive.

After more than ten minutes, Hunter finally heard the sound of running water in the sink.

The man was about to come out, Hunter immediately shrank into the quilt and covered his head. It was not until he walked downstairs that Hunter lifted the quilt and looked around.

There is no intact place, it is terrible.

If he did it again...ah, half time, he might really be dead.

"It's so dangerous..."

Hunter decided to do less in the future when playing with fire ***.

The consequences are usually terrible.

Hunter didn't understand before, but now he understands.

More than ten minutes later, Hunter faintly smelled the scent of the food.

Winston walked in with a plate and sat down beside him.

"You're a little hurt, so I didn't put bacon in the omelette."

"Yes!" Hunter reached out to pick it up, but holding the plate, he realized that his arms were shaking.

My arm, which clearly held the steering wheel of F1 for more than two hours and had no problem with turning countless times, was as painful as if I lacked exercise... Maybe it was because he hugged Winston so hard yesterday, and... it was as long as he had been playing for several rounds of games...

"I'll do it."

Winston took the dish, poked a small piece of egg cake with a fork, and put it into Hunter's mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"Well... it tastes like the Mexican cheese chicken roll I often go to!"

Winston smiled faintly.

Only then did Hunter realize that this was made by Winston specifically based on the taste Hunter liked.

After eating a whole egg pancake, Winston looked at him and said, "Take some medicine later and have a good sleep."

"Um……"

But after the fever subsided, Hunter was completely sleepy. He lay bored on the bed, playing with his cell phone with one hand, and Winston went to receive the express delivery in the afternoon.

A few minutes later, Winston walked in with something like a magazine.

"What? Have you booked a magazine?"

"It was sent by Losi, the album we made last time we took photos."

"Really? I want to see it!" Hunter didn't care about the pain behind him and was about to hold up. Winston directly placed the album on the pillow.

Hunter couldn't wait to look through it.

The first page is to carry the roses himself. Winston nodded and approached him, holding the rose petals on his shoulders.

The expression was indescribable ambiguous and sexy.

Hunter gulped and swallowed his saliva, and a heat rushed to his lower abdomen.

After turning it over, Winston hugged himself from behind, his eyes covered with the other person's tie, and Winston held the rose in his hand and thrust hard at him.

Suddenly thinking about the other party doing whatever he wanted in his body last night, Hunter's ears became even redder.

At this time, Winston was lying on his side beside Hunter, his hand had reached into Hunter's quilt, and what he did... absolutely no one imagined it was Fann Winston.

"You...you still want to come?" Hunter's heart was stirred, especially when he looked at Winston's ice-blue eyes with longing, he felt his whole body burning.

"I'm afraid I'll really kill you when I come back."

"Then you can reach in!"

"Because I am by your side, but you have any feelings about the photos?" Winston leaned over and asked.

Hunter was so hot that he was about to bleed.

"I want to drink water!"

"I'll help you solve it first and then pour you water."

After saying that, Winston actually buried his head in the quilt, and Hunter was about to be driven crazy by him!

The next morning, Hunter sat up and shook his shoulders left and right. Winston, who was beside him, had already gotten up. Hunter put on his pants, put on his T-shirt, walked downstairs and found that something seemed like a pie was baking in the oven. Winston was cutting the fruits while holding his cell phone, as if he was trying to squeeze juice for Hunter.

"Thank you for your medicine, he has subsided his fever."

Winston heard Hunter's footsteps and said goodbye to the other party, then turned around and looked at Hunter with his pockets tilted his head.

"Are you okay?"

"It seems that it's okay." Hunter moved his shoulders and then turned his waist. "It seems that it's still a little swollen except that...it doesn't seem to hurt any other place."

Hunter stretched his head to see Winston's phone, but the other party had already put the phone in his pocket: "What medicine did you give me? It's so awesome!"

"You can't even take medicine indiscriminately. But... you recovered so well, and I suddenly felt that my previous patience was not worth it."

Winston turned around and looked at Hunter against the sink.

There was an ambiguity in his eyes, which made Hunter's heart pound.

"You... your patience is definitely worth it! What if I didn't get rid of my fever?" Hunter suddenly felt that he should be lying in the quilt and pretending to be pitiful.

"Follower." Winston lowered his head and said with a light smile.

Hunter felt as if a feather was tickling his heart.

Sitting at the dining table and eating Winston’s grilled pie, Hunter said in an admirable tone: “How could you make so many things! I won’t do it.”

"Just search on your phone to do it. As long as it is not an intellectual problem, it should be done." Winston handed the juice to the other party.

"So...I have an intelligence problem?" Hunter suddenly felt that the apple pie was not very delicious.

Winston smiled but didn't answer.

Although Hunter likes the feeling of staying together like this, the last stop is still the focus.

They took the next day flight to Melbourne.

Marcus came to pick him up in person and gave Hunter a big hug as soon as he met.

"Oh, poor kid...has your kitchen fixed?"

"Ah? The kitchen?" Hunter looked back at Winston, who was carrying two people's luggage bags.

"Yes, Winston told me that you exploded when you used the microwave to heat popcorn! The microwave broke and the kitchen broke! You were heartbroken and asked someone to repair it..."

Hunter twisted his head and looked at Winston.

You can make up such an outrageous reason?

"That, the kitchen has been repaired."

Instead of worrying about my kitchen, you might as well worry about my waist!

"I'll take Hunter back to the hotel and I'll give you a ride, Winston."

"Thanks."

While driving, Marcus said, "Sometimes I think time really passes quickly. In a blink of an eye, Hunter's little rookie who will make low-level mistakes from turning around turns becomes a favorite to win the championship in the sub-station competition."

"Thank you for always remembering my dark history." Hunter looked at Winston on the side and shrugged.

"And Irving and Shire, before they knew it, this was the fifteenth year they entered Formula One."

"What's wrong? Why did you mention this suddenly?"

"Because you're tired these two days, I didn't tell you. The day before yesterday, when Irving was interviewed by Mr. Cacho, he expressed his intention to retire."

"What? Why did he retire? Is it because he is thirty-six years old? But his physical fitness and judgment are obviously in good condition!"

"It's probably because I want to retire when I'm in a good state. It's very sad to be in the end of the hero," said Marcus.

Hunter opened his mouth, without saying anything.

"Which hotel does Red Bull stay in?" Winston spoke after a long time.

"Ah? It's the same hotel as us." Marcus replied.
To be continued...