Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 29: Bet

Two people were lying on the bed. Winston was very quiet. Hunter stood sideways and hesitated whether he would hold each other. Today, Winston told himself about the past that others absolutely do not know. Get close to him. But the two big men slept together to sleep, it's too preposterous!

"What are you thinking?" Winston's voice sounded, and on a quiet night, like a glass of water in a glass, Hunter suddenly felt dry.

"nothing much......"

Just as Hunt wanted to turn over, Winston suddenly turned to his side and hugged him.

"Sleep."

Hunt twisted and was about to move, and Winston's arm struck him even harder.

Unintentionally, Hunter hit the tip of Winston's nose.

"Ouch......"

He was about to raise his head slightly, feeling his lips soft and warm.

The heart tightened sharply, all blood sank at a rapid rate, and Hunter's body was stiff.

It's over ... It's over ...

It's one thing to smoke a cigarette and use a fork, but it's another to kiss each other!

With tears in Hunter's heart, Winston had no choice but to break his neck.

After waiting for almost half a minute, the person holding himself was motionless.

Hunter didn't dare to come out. He opened his eyes slightly. It was the first time he was so close to Winston, and he accidentally touched the tip of his nose.

"Why don't you sleep?"

Winston's voice was very light, and a soft breath passed between the lips of Hunt's lips, so close that Hunt worried that he might pinch each other's lips if he accidentally.

"I ... I'm going to sleep ..."

Face to face with you like this, I can't sleep at all!

After nearly three minutes of endurance, Hunter finally decided to gently lift Winston's hand and turned away, facing his back.

Ah ... the air is so fresh, the most important thing is not to worry about what you shouldn't get.

The arms behind him were affixed, and Hunt's back was against Winston's chest. The inexplicable breathing of the other side made Hunt feel at ease.

This sleep Hunter slept well.

I don't know when, feeling the movement around him, he frowned, opened his eyes only to find that it was already dawn.

Extending to the bedside table, Hunter touched his mobile phone. It was almost half past seven when he saw it. It was estimated that in ten minutes, he would come to get up to do adaptive training.

Looking across his face, Hunter saw Winston lift off the quilt and get ready. His hair was a bit messy and seemed lazy and casual. He held the phone in one hand and drew the hair behind his head, exposing his forehead.

The morning light on the window sill fell on the tip of Winston's nose, and his eyes dangled, like a sharp sword lying quietly in the scabbard, looking pure and **** enough to make people jealous.

"I'm going back."

The hair fell from Winston's fingers, his hand stretched over and rubbed the top of Hunt's head.

"Hey, I'm upset if you do this."

"What's upset?" Winston finally lowered his phone and looked over.

"It feels like you're a kid."