Could You Not Tease Me?

Chapter 42: I will make you food and clothing for the rest

Winston buckled his waist and lifted him upwards, and Hunter was placed directly on top of him.

"In a sitting position, it's about sixty calories a minute. You need more than one hundred and fifteen. "

Winston's voice was right in Hunter's ear, his breath was warm, and even without turning his face, Hunter knew that the other party was laughing.

"You're going to die!" Hunter braced Winston's shoulders and stood up abruptly.

Who knew that Winston just buckled on his waist, and he slammed into the tip of the other's nose.

At that moment, the place was rubbed by the tip of the other party's nose, and he almost didn't fall to the ground.

"No... It's none of my business... You fooled me..."

Deserve it! Old rascal!

But Hunter subconsciously felt that Winston would not be angry.

Winston just turned his face sideways and smiled.

"You laugh again, I really beat you!"

"You can't beat me." Winston got up indifferently and pulled the door of the compartment open.

At this time, a woman in a kimono walked in and put away the things on the table.

"Now go back to your room and sleep?" Winston asked.

This guy really can, I really think that the embarrassing things I just did don't exist.

"Don't sleep!"

Hunter was a little angry.

"So you want to burn calories?" Winston asked with a smile.

Damn, the mention of "burning calories" now reminds Hunter of things he shouldn't think of.

Seeing that he hummed angrily and did not speak, Winston patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, go play table tennis." Will you? "

"I won't! You taught me! "

Hunter followed Winston out of the compartment.

The table tennis room is far from where the guests sleep, and you need to walk through a long corridor.

Hunter walked while looking at the view outside the house.

The walls of the corridor cast shadows of himself and Winston.

Hunter deliberately stretched out his hand and made a gesture of pushing the other party, and the shadows on the wall were connected.

"You're so naïve."

Winston suddenly stopped, causing Hunter's palm to really press behind the other's shoulder.

"I'm naïve, you didn't know it on the first day." Hunter smiled indifferently.

But in the palm of your hand, it's all Winston's temperature.

As Winston moved forward, Hunter's palm suddenly cooled. His heart also felt lonely.

When they walked into the table tennis room, the lighting here was different from the previous dining room, which was brighter and more spacious.

There were four ping-pong tables in the room, but unfortunately there were no other guests in the hot spring inn except the two of them.

Winston came to his side and taught him how to grip the racket, the point where the ball hits on the racket.

His hand slowly slid down Hunter's shoulder to his waist, gently pressing against him from behind, taking him to experience the rotation of his waist when he hit the ball.