Chapter 54: Temperature on the wrist

Hunt came behind Winston: "Don't you want to go in and see?"
"You don't like this kind of thing. Let's accompany you to buy shoes and slacks."
"it does not matter……"
"Let's go. We'll go to Burj Khalifa later, then go back to the hotel to pack our luggage and go to New York."
Winston completely relocated to Hunter like this, making Hunter's heart filled with warm air, he couldn't help himself.
It wouldn't matter if I was more arrogant, right?
They had a simple lunch together in Dubai Mall.
When Hunt had half eaten, he told Winston that he was going to the bathroom.
But instead of going to the bathroom, he ran into Vacheron Constantin at the fastest speed and found the watch where Winston stopped.
Its price is nearly $ 70,000.
This is not Vacheron Constantin's most expensive watch, far from the collection level, but it stops Winston why it is rare why things stay.
"I need it! Wrap it up for me soon!" Hunter took out the credit card with arrogance, and was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to get it out, but he didn't expect a smooth order!
This is the most expensive thing Hunter bought himself, besides his parents' villa.
He's a little bit coy, what if Winston doesn't like it?
Or what to do if it is not expensive enough?
who cares! He had bought it anyway, even if he was holding Winston's hand!
Hunt dashed back to the restaurant where they ate, and at the entrance of the restaurant he adjusted his breath, straightened his messy hair, and walked back to their table as calmly as possible.
"Why did it take so long? Isn't the stomach uncomfortable?" Winston looked up at him, even if he was a person who didn't show much emotion, the concern in his eyes was obvious.
"Are you afraid that I had a bad stomach with Arab barbecue last night?" Hunter asked.
"I'm afraid that crazy fan will add ingredients to your barbecue."
As soon as Winston had finished speaking, Hunter took the watch box out of the bag that was always behind him and put it in front of him.
"Give you!"
Hunt couldn't bear the mood to give a gift to the other party.
He should have waited until after returning to the hotel, but when he saw Winston's face, he couldn't help it.
But I just took it out like this, it was really unemotional, it was still at the dining table!
Hunt suddenly felt stupid!
But come in with such a big shopping bag, it is impossible to hide Winston!
"Give me?" Winston's expression hadn't changed, but Hunter read his surprise in his eyes.
"That ... what you said last time ... I didn't give you anything, but you have always taken care of me. The flowers in the newspaper make you care so much ... It's not that the flowers in the newspaper are not good, what do I do? I can give you a discount at any time! But at the end of the season, you have to go back to the UK ... If we can't meet each other, you can bring the watch I gave you, which is fine ... "
Why does Hunt think he's so stupid? Do you think Winston was not angry enough at that time?
Winston's fingers clasped the watch box. It was very heavy, and the whole packaging was gorgeous and solemn. When he opened it, Hunter was nervous like the elementary school first approached his crush, and turned his head to the side, afraid to Look.
"Thank you ... thank you."
Winston said.
"You ... Do you like it?" Hunt asked nervously.
"I like it, I like it very much."
Winston's voice was soft and he didn't know if it was Hunt's illusion. His throat seemed a little tight.
And Winston rarely repeated anything. But he said "like" twice.
When Hunter looked back at him, he froze suddenly.
Because he found that the watch on the sleeve of Winston's jacket was exactly the same as the one he bought!
I rely on--
Hunter opened his eyes wide and almost did not fly from his seat!
Oh my god!
Hunt! How stupid you are! You love Winston's hand so much, you never pay attention to what watch he wears!
So stupid!
Is there any more shameful person in this world than you!
"I'm ... sorry ... that ... we can take it back for another ..."
Hunter felt guilty at the thought of Winston taking care of his face and saying that he liked the watch!
His ears were all red.
"Why change?" Winston asked.
"You ... you already have one ... you can't wear two identical watches ..."
"But you didn't give it to me. And ... it shows that you know me very well and know what I like, so you buy a watch like me." Winston's voice was very light, It's about completely wrapping Hunter.
"But ... there is no need, there is still time today, you can pick another style!"
"But I don't think so. Because there is a better way."
Winston snapped his finger to the watch he already had on his wrist, removed it, and said to Hunt, "What about your hand?"
Hunt put out his right hand.
Winston shook his head and said, "Left hand."
Hunt put his left hand in the opponent's hand. What he didn't expect was that Winston wore his watch on Hunt's wrist.
Obviously it was a metal bracelet, but it was Winston's body temperature that stuck to Hunter's skin.
Winston pushed the watch box in front of Hunter, and stretched out his hand: "It's your turn to wear it to me."
There was a slight smile on Winston's lips across, and Hunter suddenly felt it all sacred.
His heart beat fast, took the watch out of the box, passed Winston's hand, and wrapped it around his wrist, the moment he fastened it as if he had the man.
"Thank you," Winston said.
What he had for lunch was not important to Hunter. Even when sightseeing on the Burj Khalifa, Hunter kept holding the watch in his hand. He wanted Winston's body temperature to stay longer. The longer the better.
"What are you thinking?"
When Hunt looked dazed outside the window, Winston stood beside him.
"Ah? No ... nothing ... although a bit silly, can you take a photo with me? This was once the tallest building in the world!"
"It was just once."
"So all altitudes will eventually be overtaken."
Including the so-called speed.
But nothing seems to surpass the mood I like you.
"Okay, we're taking a picture."
Winston, who has always disliked taking pictures, was obviously in a good mood. He took out his cell phone, pressed Hunt's head toward himself, and held his camera with his other hand stretched out.
"Show me!"
Hunter took the phone from Winston.
This photo was taken very well. Winston smiled lightly. He didn't laugh stupidly, but felt very tacit.
"Send it to me now."
Hunter's fingers swipe across the photo and into the other photos in the photo book.
The picture in front of me was standing on the front of the four-wheel-drive vehicle in the red sand camp and smiling, Hunter never thought that he could laugh so brightly, and the sand dunes and the blue sky in the distance make the whole picture There is a feeling of freedom.
Hunter couldn't help turning it over again, another picture of him squatting in the sand to see the ants. And he leaned against the door and didn't know who he was watching ...
In Winston's mobile photo album, there was no one except himself, and he didn't even have one more landscape photo.
His heart pounded wildly, as if he had accidentally discovered something.
Is Winston candid?
How was his mood when he took these photos?
"Do you like it?" Winston's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and Hunter almost dropped the phone to the ground.
"You ... when did you take it?"
"Of course you took it when you didn't pay attention. The picture should be natural. It's okay to look like you than a scissors hand."
Winston's voice was very calm, and he couldn't hear the cover-up of the sneak shot he found, which made Hunter a little disappointed.
"I like this best."
Winston flipped the photo to a picture of Hunt sitting on his knees by the campfire and looking up at the night sky.
Although the light is not very clear, Hunt's face illuminated by the bonfire and the staring starry sky show a naive and sensual feeling.
Hunter never thought that he could have such a charming side.
"You ... you candid me!" Hunt snapped, wondering to see Winston's expression at this moment.
"Sneak shot?" Winston pressed his chin. "Well, I just wanted to tell you the correct attitude to take pictures. Of course, the most important thing is. I obviously took the cell phone to take pictures with a fair view. But if you think this is a sneak shot, then Just delete them all. "
Winston raised his hand and really wanted to remove it, and Hunter quickly moved his phone away.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I want all of these pictures!" Hunt hit his opponent with his elbow. "You guy said he didn't like to take pictures! I took so many pictures!"
"I just don't like posing. And if I say sneak shots, isn't it your specialty?"
Winston carried his pockets to the other side without giving Hunter a chance to refute.
"When can I sneak shot ..."
Hunter suddenly thought that under London's eyes before, he took a picture of him while Winston turned around and waited for himself.
I didn't expect this guy to remember it now!
But ... Winston's capture level is really superb, every one of them is like it. It's a pity ... it would be even better if it was a picture of himself with Winston.
No. In the future, he will also "sneak shot" many Winston photos in the open!
Hunt passed all his photos to his phone.
After the Burj Dubai sightseeing is over, their Dubai vacation is over.
Back at the hotel, Winston asked the housekeeper to bring back the clothes they had washed before, and then watched him very skillfully pack the clothes into a sack.
Hunter, who has always rubbed his clothes, followed his counterpart carefully.
"I'll help you clean up, you go and get the wine off," Winston said.
"Yeah! We haven't drunk the bottle of red wine in the room! Drink it now!" Hunter ran to the table cheerfully, opened the red wine, poured it into the decanter, and walked up with the glass.
Winston had already folded Hunt's clothes and was putting them in his bag.
Hunter has never seen his luggage so neat.
He grinned, reached a small glass of red wine, sat by the bed, and brought the glass to Winston's lips: "Thank you for packing my luggage!"
Winston seemed to laugh, lowering his head slightly, covering the edge of the glass. For the first time, Hunter lifted the glass so carefully, watching the red liquid enter Winston's lips.
"how about it?"
"Average." Winston said.
"Cut. You're more picky."
Hunt took a sip from where Winston had drank.
"I'm not picky, I don't know, but you don't seem to be able to drink red wine at all?"
"..." Hunter glanced unhappyly.
But this bottle of red wine was destined to be wasted. After taking two sips, Hunter didn't understand where the red wine tasted good. He followed Winston and checked out with his luggage.
After checking out, Winston drove the car rented from Abu Dhabi to Dubai Airport.
"Hey! You drank red wine just now. Is this drunk?" Hunter asked insultingly.
Winston actually sipped it a little and barely drank it.
"It doesn't matter, if the police came to check, I said it was because you drank."
"I drank. What does it have to do with you being checked for alcohol?" Hunt didn't understand.
Winston just smiled lightly: "I'll tell you when you're twenty-one."
"Fart! It's been a long time! You're writing a short check!"
They went all the way to the airport and returned to the car rental company.
After getting on the plane, Hunter realized he was about to return to New York.
Suddenly I missed my apartment.
No matter how many places I have been to, my own nest is the most comfortable.
After arriving in New York, they will make another connection that night.
The US Grand Prix circuit is in Travis County, Texas.
"When I get to New York, I need to go back to my apartment first. Are you waiting for me at the airport or going with me?"
"Go with you, waiting at the airport for a transfer is boring," Winston replied.
"Well? Do you still like being bored? I thought you like to be left alone and stay alone!"
"I'm probably used to your noisy habit. It's too quiet but feels uncomfortable."
"Am I noisy?"
"Aren't you noisy now?"
Hunt was speechless.
He decided to quiet himself.
As soon as I lowered my head, I saw the watch on my wrist, which rested quietly on Hunt's skin, as if ... Winston held his hand.
As a Hunter who could sleep as soon as he got on the plane, he soon fell asleep.
Winston aside put down the newspaper in his hand, and turned to look at Hunt, who was sleeping on his head halfway up to the ground.
He didn't wear a blindfold this time, but gently covered his left wrist with his right hand, as if he was afraid that the watch that Winston had given him would be lost.
Winston raised his hand and placed it on the back of Hunter's hand, softly embedded between the fingers of his right hand.
The plane landed in New York, and Hunter didn't wake up. If Winston hadn't dragged him, he would have gone wrong even if he was out of the pass.
When I lined up, I saw Hunter following behind Winston, his forehead resting on Winston's neck, and whenever Winston moved a small step forward, he felt forward when he felt the support was away. step.
Winston wore sunglasses on his face, and he didn't turn around until he reached the pass, pinching Hunter's neck: "Okay, let's go to sleep in the taxi. Take out your passport."
"Hmm." Hunter opened his eyes, reached into his bag with one hand, and touched it for a long time without touching his passport.
Winston's arms stretched out, clutching his bag in one hand, opening the zipper in one hand, and finding the passport in the compartment.
"No wonder I couldn't find it ... I packed your luggage."
Winston said nothing. Just patted him on the back: "You go and wait for me first."
After passing the level, Hunter turned to look at Winston. Among so many people, Hunt found that his sight was inseparable from each other.
The way he handed out his passport, the way he answered the questions calmly, and the way he nodded to retrieve the passport were all beautiful.
Winston came to Hunter's side, and his fingertips slid half a circle around Hunter's ears: "Are you just in a daze or are you looking at me?"
"Guess?" Hunter asked with a smile.
"daze."
"Why do you think I'm in a daze?" Hunt was disappointed.
"Really? Did you wake up?" Winston asked.
Hunter cut.
Outside the airport, Winston stopped the taxi and reported the address of Hunter's apartment.
"Well? Why do you even know my apartment address?"
"I brought you back after the Ferrari Charity Dinner. Don't you remember?" Winston said.
"But I didn't tell you where I lived at that time?"
Hunt scratched his head.
Winston didn't answer his question, he just looked forward.
They came to Hunter's apartment and entered the elevator. Hunter suddenly thought of something and touched his chin: "I don't know if the pair of bodybuilders and women who love rolling sheets are still working."
"What?" Winston asked, turning his face.
Hunt threw the bag over his shoulder, walked out chicly, then turned his head and looked back at Winston as he walked back and said, "It's my neighbor, their lives seem to exist to roll the sheets. Come in the morning, come at noon, and come at night! The apartment is here for a long time, and the sound insulation is not so good! When I was resting in the apartment, they couldn't sleep well! "
Speaking of this, Hunter is like a fire-breathing dinosaur, passing by their doorway and not forgetting to make a knock-out action. Then he put his ears on again, like he was listening.
Winston walked past him, passing his hand over his head, meaning "don't do such a meaningless thing".
Hunt pouted, followed Winston, and he was surprised to find that Winston stopped right in front of his apartment.
"How do you know this room is mine?"
"Did you just say you couldn't rest because of your neighbors?" Winston pointed to the door where Hunter had stuck his head just now.
"Oh ... like this." Hunter looked for a long time, reached out the key, and opened the door.
This is a single apartment, even a bed is a single bed.
Winston opened the refrigerator, took the trash can, and threw all the yogurt, cheese, milk, and unopened cereal in the Hunt refrigerator into the trash can.
"... Why does it feel like your home here," Hunt came over and said.
"It's expired. Whether you eat or buy, you don't have the habit of looking at the shelf life. You will definitely eat it when you stay in the refrigerator. It will be your own body that's bad luck.
Winston's face was completely taken for granted.
"No, I mean the action of opening the refrigerator door and throwing things is as skilled as doing it many times!"
Winston stretched his hands out of Hunt's head. "Maybe in my life, I threw it for you many times."
Regarding the term "older generation", Winston summarized almost all his familiarity.
Once Winston mentioned "older life", Hunter felt ridiculous and felt that the other party was teasing himself.
At this time, he hoped that his last life was real.
"So in my life, why did you treat me so well?" Hunter asked suddenly.
Winston paused, then turned and threw something out.
"Then you ask Vann Winston of my last life."
After that, Winston headed to Hunt's bedroom.
Hunt seemed to remember something, and rushed to Winston, with open arms: "You ... you better not to go in ..."
He remembered that when he left, not only didn't the quilt be folded, but the clothes thrown on the floor were not washed, he was afraid that Winston would be stunned when he opened the door!
The most important thing is to destroy your image!
"We don't have much time here. I have called the laundry to take away your moldy clothes."
Hunt opened his mouth ... didn't he have any privacy in front of Winston?
Winston's arm stretched under Hunter's arm and opened the door of his apartment.
Fortunately, although it is messy, there is no strange smell.
"Yes, no pizza box."
Hunt squatted on the ground, Winston leaning his arms against the door, supervising him to collect everything that needed to be washed, it was a big bag. Even the bedding was removed.
The author has something to say: salted egg time:
Hunter: Hey! You drank red wine just now.
Winston: It doesn't matter. If the police came to check, I said it was because you drank.
Hunter: I drank. What does it have to do with being checked out for alcohol?
Winston: Because you kissed me.