MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 27 Lilith's name

"No need! I still have my luggage unpacked! It's good to sleep on my neck!" Hunt gorged himself for dinner, rushed out immediately, and left before the team doctor arrived.

"What's wrong with this boy?"

"I don't know, nervous. But allergies are really troublesome at this time."

"Yeah, you can't just take medicine. If it still happens during the game, where can he stand?"

When he came to the elevator, Hunt pressed the button and exhaled.

Someone suddenly lifted the towel around his neck and startled him. He immediately pressed the towel.

"Lying grass! Donald is you!"

Donald took Hunter's shoulder and said with a laugh: "I said brother, are you too funny? Did you go out to exercise in a shirt? Why did you put a towel around your neck? Are you cold? Need a scarf?"

"Nah……"

Thinking of the bunny party that Donald had cancelled because of a diarrhea, Hunt felt deep sympathy for him, showing off his emotions.

"Hey, because I was so happy last night." Hunter tucked his towel up and showed it to Donald.

Donald was obviously scared: "Mom! What's going on with you? Are you exploded ... Exploded?"

"What the hell?" Hunt looked at Donald unknowingly.

The other person scratched his head: "No ... nothing, if you were exploded, you can still stand and wait for the elevator today?"

"What's wrong with you today? I've all been kissed! Hahaha!"

"Kissed? By ... by whom?"

Donald suddenly became nervous. That day he promised that Winston would not take Hunter to pick up the girl, and at a blink of an eye, the devil was full of glorious traces. If he was misunderstood by Winston, he would take him to the river, and it would not be clear if he jumped into the Rhine It's up!

Hunter made a bad smile and described "Lilith's Night" with great exaggeration.

"That kind of place ... how did you get there? That's not how you can get in!"

"Don't tell you." Hunter blinked mysteriously pretending to look at Donald's surprised expression, and he was proud that he finally pulled back a city in front of the old churros.

Donald swallowed: "That ... I ... I have a turtleneck for you to wear ... It's estimated that you won't be able to erase it in Austria ... don't let Vann Winston see it."

"Why?" Hunt found that today Donald was a little different, as if ... a guilty conscience?

"I'm afraid he will see it. You won't be able to participate in future games ... only lying on the bed!"

brothers! My reminder is so clear to you, can you not toss? Pick-up girl is precious, the price of **** is higher!

"Ah? Why? Winston took me there!"

"How could Winston take you to that kind of place! He wouldn't let anyone touch ..." Donald suddenly thought, "Did you just say that you were blindfolded when you were nice?"

"Yes. Interesting?" Hunter blinked proudly.

"You also said ... Do you drink a lot?"

"Well, I was drunk for the first time."

His first real drink was also the warehouse bar in Montreal that Winston took him to. Last night, I was drunk for the first time. It seems like that ... for the first time in his life, he gave it to Winston.

Donald patted Hunter's shoulder, and there was an inexplicable twist in his smile: "These women are really powerful! I don't know, I thought it was a man!"

"Ah ... how is that possible?" Hunter looked at Donald with "your brain is fine".

"It's okay, it's okay ... just be happy in everything!"

"Is there any activity after the Austrian game?" Hunt looked expectant.

"Activity? Do you still want to be active?"

"... Isn't it you? "

"Where am I abnormal? It's your brain circuit that's not normal enough! After the game, you should recharge and rest well!"

The elevator came and Donald walked in quickly.

"Are you guy diarrhea and silly head?"

Early in the morning the next morning, Hunter flew to Austria with his convoy.

In the waiting hall, Hunter was waiting for boarding notice while playing the fun.

Several stewardesses pulled suitcases and walked in front of them in skirts. They smiled and fluttered.

All the male compatriots in the team raised their heads subconsciously, even Tracy McGrady.

Hunt looked at their calves exposed outside the skirt, white and elegant, and swallowed subconsciously.

McGrady sneered: "Your boy hasn't touched a woman's leg at a glance. Drool is falling on the phone!"

Hunter raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Although I haven't touched a woman's legs, there are women who pleased me and kissed me. Is it better than you who are twisted?"

"I know bragging, obviously the hair is not full!" McGrady gave him a white look.

This made Hunt angry, and he suddenly stood up.

"What are you doing?" McGrady asked.

"I'll go to the bathroom, take a picture and show it to you!"

"Drain the water! I don't look at your little Hunter very rarely!"

Hunt snorted and went to the bathroom.

The phone trembled, and a text message came in showing it from Winston.

Hunt laughed and opened the text message with just a few words: What are you doing?

Hunt grinned and grinned, replying: Go to the bathroom to take a picture!

Winston's reply was so fast that Hunt wondered how fast he could type: What to shoot?

Hunter Reply: Shoot my little Hunter! Tracy McGrady is sarcastic again that my hair is not full! Today I want him to see clearly!

It only took a few seconds, and Winston's reply made him almost not drool on the screen of the phone: go and shoot, but just send it to me.

Hunt scratched his head, thinking brother, you always make such a joke that makes me blush and heartbeat, this is really bad!

He quickly replied: The ghost sent it to you!

Winston's reply made him want to just throw the phone out: either don't shoot or send me. Otherwise, I'll drag your little hunt down.

"I really can't continue to communicate with this guy!"

Gritting his teeth, complaining, Hunter seemed to hit someone.

The other party exclaimed, and then he shoved backwards. Hunt subconsciously reached out and clasped the other's waist. When he could see the other's face clearly, he could not help but hold back: "Lilith?"

"Ah ... it's you ..."

It was one of several women who accompanied Hunt on "Night of Lilith". But at this moment she was wearing a skirt and pulling a suitcase, apparently also a stewardess.

"It's a coincidence! I can meet you here! Where are you flying?"

"Austria." The other smiled slightly shyly.

Her makeup was light and elegant, with her hair silk behind her head, she looked elegant and solemn, she couldn't recall the seductive witch Lilith at all.

"It's a coincidence that I want to fly to Austria too! We should be the same flight! By the way, what's your name? You can't let me call you Lilith?"

"Amy ... you can call me Amy."

"That ... really incredible ... the traces you left on me the night before are still there. It really makes you think that the passionate woman is you! But I like what you are now ... "

Amy closed her eyes, turned her face, and smiled helplessly: "I think you are mistaken, these traces have nothing to do with me."

"Not you?"

Hunt was totally puzzled.

"At least it wasn't my stay." Amy smiled and dragged her suitcase away from Hunt.

Hunt paused, and looking at Amy's current appearance, she did not seem to be such a crazy and enthusiastic woman.

She said, "At least I didn't stay." That was left by the other two women?

"So what did you do?" Hunt squinted his pockets and looked at her with a smirk.

"I just tied your left foot to a chair, fed you the first glass of wine, and blindfolded you." Amy waved her hand and smiled, and walked into the passage.

Hunt touched his chin. Although he was dizzy and turned around, he was sure that someone was sitting on his body, so hard, so decisive kiss ... it could not be his drinking hallucination.

A few minutes later, the radio sounded, and Hunt followed his teammates to board the plane.

He sat quietly in his position, fasten his seatbelt, supported his chin, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Mr Marcus on the side was a little nervous.

When humans think, God laughs.

When Hunt thinks, the team is not good!

But he was so quiet and "cowardly" that Marcus couldn't bear to disturb him.

At this time, Hunter, remembering the madness of that night.

Who was the one who kissed him and pressed him?

The more I think about it, the more obscure some things are, but the feeling that impressed him ... the clearer.

He remembered how hard his fingers touched him, and he remembered that the tip of his tongue pushed in strongly and forcefully, like an out of control expedition.

... It is clear that the person being controlled is himself, but Hunter feels that the madness of the other party is completely based on himself, subverting the general turbulent rotation.

Obviously he was so scared, but now he missed it again.

The plane entered the clouds and calmed down.

Hunt unfastened his seat belt and walked to the bathroom, where he met Amy, who was covering a guest with a blanket.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Hunt said.

Amy smiled politely: "If it's a question unrelated to the flight, I won't answer you."

Amy left like this, but Hunter followed her behind, hurriedly pushed her into the bathroom, and the door was locked astonishingly fast.

Everything happened in an instant, and no one noticed what Hunter did.

Amy looked at Hunter with her eyes widened and fell on the toilet seat.

Hunter's hand rested on Amy's ear and smiled at her: "You don't have to be so surprised. Racers can react faster than current. I just need you to answer my question."

"What?" Amy looked up at Hunt, and her pretty big eyes seemed to carry a certain expectation.

"Kiss me that night ..." Hunter faced Amy, ripped off his neckline, revealing the traces that were about to dissipate, "I still have my own body, who is it?"

"I ... I can't tell you. This is the club's rule. If I tell you, I will be fired. The income there is important to me. And ..."

Amy hesitated.

"And what?"

"And, after you got drunk, I left you."

"Okay." Hunter's gut tells herself that although Amy was hiding something, she didn't lie.

He straightened his waist, folded his pockets, and looked at Amy with a smile: "So in Austria, can I invite you to dinner?"

Amy can be **** or cute, like the woman he dreams of.

"I miss it, but I can't."

Amy shook her head with regret.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No ... I can't touch you."

"Can't touch me? Why?"

"It's the same reason ... I will lose my job in the club when I touch you ... not to mention eating or socializing with you."

"I know I may be younger than you, and you may not like naive ..."

"No, please don't get me wrong, you're not naive ... Instead, you're sexy, but you can't." Amy got up, carefully bypassed Hunter in this narrow space, and walked out of the bathroom.

Hunter's good point was stunned, he didn't know where his real problem was.

If you think I'm sexy, why not?

"Hey, if you return to London next year ... if you are still alone, you can come to me." Amy blinked.

Hunt grabbed his head and sighed, "It's as if I have a woman now."

Ah, I forgot to ask her. What are the names of the other two Liliths?

But ... it ’s good if you ca n’t find it, at least you will always keep that crazy fantasy.

After the plane arrived in Vienna, Austria, the team made a connection to Steyr Spielberg, where the Red Bull circuit is located.

When the convoy arrived at the hotel, Hunter threw his luggage into the room and opened the window to see the unique and elegant scenery that belongs to Austria.

really beautiful.

Hunter took a hard breath and every pore seemed to open.

He left the room and strolled down the forest path near the hotel.

Not far away is a clear lake, undulating mountains, clear blue sky, and artificial waterfalls built on the rocks beside the lake, like rain curtains and fog curtains.

Hunt squinting his pockets, suddenly wondering, don't know which hotel the Ferrari team lives in? Can you also see such a beautiful scenery?

When the lake was connected to the sky, Hunter inexplicably thought of the scenery he saw in London that day, and the poem that Winston whispered.

"If I have the brocade of heaven ... weaved with gold and silver light, the blue, gray, and black brocade ... changes the night, dawn and day ... I will spread this damask at your feet."

Hunt leaned against a tree and looked into the distance. The sunset was really like a dream.

And he began to miss Winston inexplicably.

"But I have nothing but dreams ..." His brain flowed with Winston's voice in his memories, as if guided, he laughed at himself, never thinking he remembered such complicated verses, or what he remembered Winston's voice, "Just spread my dream under your feet."

In front of him was in the carriage, Winston was in that apparently close, but seemed to be waiting for the distance that Hunt had crossed, and said to him: "Be lighter, Hunter ... because my dream is entrusted to Under your feet.

Before that, I felt that the scenery of the London Eye was too immutable, but at this moment ... I miss it again.

"Be light, because my dream rests under your feet."

A soft, intellectual voice came from not far away.

Hunt turned his face and saw a woman who was shooting the sunset with a DSLR.

When she took down the SLR camera and smiled at Hunter, Hunter was surprised to find that the other party turned out to be the well-known media person Audrey Wilson.

In the past, Hunter just watched her interview with "Great White Shark" Shire, or Irving of Red Bull Racing, Winston was the most frequent, otherwise she was seen on TV, and now she is standing away from herself Within three meters, Yingying smiled.

"Hello, Miss Wilson ... Thank you so much for the flowers you gave me at the last stop." Only two seconds later, Hunter reacted.

"I was impressed by your performance and refused to yield in adversity. I am convinced that your performance in Montreal is not luck or coincidence. I am looking forward to what you can achieve at this stop."

Audrey Wilson reached out to Hunt.

This is the first time that a first-class media person has offered his favor to him. Hunter suddenly became nervous, and he was worried that he would suddenly say something bad.

"Someone told me before that you stuttered ... but when you read Ye Zhi's" If I Have the Brocade of Heaven "just now, it was natural and romantic, and it seemed like I was missing someone when I looked at the distance.

"Yeats? Is he a poet?" Hunter asked curiously.

"You don't know who Yeats is, but can recite his poems?" Audrey smiled.

"This poem was read to me by others. I just suddenly remembered it."

"You are really cute and honest. Others, most of them will pretend to know everything at this time." Audrey looked at Hunter with her head tilted, and suddenly expressed a regretful expression, "It's a pity, I I have no heart to pursue you. "

"why?"

"You know the poet Yeats has been pursuing actress Maude Gang for the rest of her life. Although this love relationship has no results in a lifetime, she is his eternal dream. If anyone reads this poem to you ... she must be in her heart Think of you as the most important and renounceable person. She may love you very much, and being with you is her pursuit of transcending everything. "

Hunter was there, and laughed at himself two seconds later: "Not her, but him."

"what?"

"It's a man who reads a poem to me."

"Oh ... you ..." Audrey looked surprised.

"Hahaha, he is my most important friend right now. Because we are both racers, we have a common finish. He is much better than me, so I wait for me to catch up with him as soon as possible."

"It's enviable." Audrey lowered her head and smiled.

"What do you envy?"

"It's clear that in the same field, each other is a competitive relationship. For example, all my colleagues around me are not expecting my success, but falling from a height, the harder it is to fall, the better. But you are different I see that when you lift up his expression, you know that his presence makes you fulfilling and happy. In any field, only a good match can be exciting. "

"Thinking about it, it really seems like it." Hunt smiled widely.

"However, Evan Hunt ... you are such a little liar." Audrey looked at him with a crooked head.

"Me? What did I lie to you?"

"It was a lie to many people. At the end of the British race, my colleagues went to interview the Marcus team. They came back and said that Evan Hunt had a slight stuttering and would be speechless when nervous." Audrey went on In the previous step, Hunter's shadow was in her pretty eyes. "But when you were reading poetry just now, and when you were talking to me ... you didn't get stuck once."

Hunt turned to his face and smiled helplessly: "I didn't lie. When I'm nervous, I really can't speak."

"Oh ... I see. Because I have no temptation in front of you, your mood can be so calm."

"No ... No! I've always been envious of watching other drivers from the distance before when you interviewed them! Because they can talk face-to-face with a charming woman like you ..." Hunt was anxious He didn't know how to explain.

"Okay, look at how nervous you are now. I believe you." Audrey hooked Hunter's chin with her fingers half-jokingly. "After the race, I hope I can have a face-to-face interview you."

Hunt froze.

Only young drivers who have been evaluated for potential by Audrey will be invited to interview face to face.

That is to say, after these two races, did Audrey recognize his strength?

Jumping up, Hunt had a feeling that his dream would come true.

"Hunt, you are here."

The faint sound seemed to connect the sunset with the night.

Hunter looked back and saw Winston standing not far from his pockets.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: Why does Amy say she can't touch me?

Winston: Because if she meets you, I will fire her.

Hunter: What? Last time you didn't let Gina touch me in the warehouse bar! Don't let Amy touch me again this time! Did you take me to pick a girl?

Winston: Of course I didn't take you to pick up girls.

Hunter: So what do you take me to?

Winston: Take you to be bubbled by me.