CYNTM CHAPTER 71

“Hunter, we’ve received confirmation that Winston is fine, so don’t worry,” Shen Chuan reassured him.

“I… I just don’t know how to make him understand… how important he is to me…” Hunter’s voice was trembling.

The closer he got to Winston, the more nervous he became.

Does Winston feel the same way about him when he gets close?

For the first time, Hunter realized that this man might be giving far more than he ever revealed.

Shen Chuan paused for no more than two seconds before giving him an understanding smile.

“Hunter, don’t be afraid to use your words. Even when we understand each other deeply and think words are unnecessary, language remains the most important form of expression. To be true to yourself, to love another openly—those are the most beautiful expressions of all.”

“…Thank you.” Hunter looked at Shen Chuan.

Shen Chuan understood the feelings between Hunter and Winston. As a friend, he was supportive and understanding, which made Hunter feel relieved.

Some friends didn’t even know what he liked to eat most. He never talked about his most personal matters with Blu, but this kind of friend understood and respected what was most important deep in Hunter’s heart.

The car stopped in front of the hotel, and Shen Chuan watched as Hunter dashed away.

Hunter pressed the elevator button, impatiently waiting for it to descend floor by floor.

His heart pounded as if it wanted to rush up and embrace the entire world. His mind was completely taken over by that man. Everything he did was for him.

“Why isn’t it coming down yet?”

Hunter couldn’t stay still any longer. He paced back and forth in front of the elevator door, twisting his wrist. As soon as the elevator doors opened just a crack, Hunter squeezed himself in.

His fingertip missed the correct floor button on the first try, and his heart filled with intense anxiety. Hunter felt like the elevator was moving so slowly it was driving him crazy.

I miss you! I miss you so much! I miss you so very much!

Hunter really wanted to burst out of the elevator and run up.

Finally, he reached Winston’s floor. Running at full speed, he ended up bumping into someone.

The other person was about to curse, but when they saw it was Hunter, they just pointed behind him. “Winston is in the room!”

“Thank you!”

Hunter rushed to Winston’s door, panting. The moment he raised his hand to knock, his throat tightened as if it were being strangled.

He knew he was nervous.

His heart felt like it was about to burst, a thousand times worse than when he crossed the finish line.

On the other side of the door was his everything.

He knocked just once, and before he could knock a second time, the door opened.

That handsome man stood before him, and within those deep blue eyes was a reflection of himself. Everything about him struck Hunter as impossibly beautiful.

Before, he only knew that this man was handsome and charming, but now Hunter wondered if he had been blind all along.

Even his hair was flawless.

“Hunter.”

Winston’s lips parted and closed, his standard British accent coming out with a slightly cold voice that set Hunter’s mind on fire.

It was the first time Hunter realized that just looking at someone could make him feel this greedy. He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a word.

Winston smiled. The dimple at the corner of his mouth was the most maddening curve Hunter had ever seen.

Winston reached out and gently ran his fingers through Hunter’s hair. The light touch of his fingertips nearly made Hunter’s heart beat out of his chest.

“Congratulations on winning the Grand Prix.”

Winston turned to him, only to find Hunter unresponsive, just staring at him blankly.

“Hunter… what’s wrong? Did my incident shock you? Don’t worry, I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.”

Winston extended his arms and embraced Hunter.

Ah… this feeling. Hunter pressed his face hard against the man’s chest, desperately wanting to burrow into his embrace.

“Hunter, why aren’t you saying anything? What’s wrong?” Winston’s fingers gently stroked Hunter’s ear, slowly tracing its arc back and forth, trying to soothe him.

Hunter tried to open his mouth. He wanted to speak, but it was as if everything was blocked, and he couldn’t get any words out.

He wanted Winston to know. He wanted this man to know that, in his heart, he was more important than anything else…

“Ah…” Hunter tried so hard that his face turned red, but he still couldn’t speak.

Why won’t you let me speak? Why!

Hunter clutched his throat, hating his tendency to be unable to speak when he was tense!

“Hunter, don’t do this to yourself. There’s no need to rush.” Winston quickly grasped Hunter’s fingers, pulling his hand away from his throat. He slowly stepped back, guiding him to the sofa.

Winston sat on the sofa, wrapping his arm around Hunter’s waist and pulling him close. Hunter sat on Winston’s lap, Winston lifted him, spreading his legs and placing them beside his body.

“See, I’m right here… If you want to say thank you, I know. If you want to say sorry, that’s not necessary because if you were driving in front of me, I’m sure you would do the same. If you want to say you love me, I know… I’ve always known.”

Winston wrapped one arm around Hunter’s lower back while gently brushing the hair from Hunter’s forehead with the other.

As he leaned back on the sofa and looked up at Hunter, his eyes reflected all of Hunter’s dreams, hopes, and everything he had sacrificed for them.

Shen Chuan had told him not to be afraid to use words, but words could never capture even a fraction of the overwhelming emotions surging within him.

Winston’s patience was boundless. He held Hunter like this, comforting him as if he were pampering a child.

“Don’t be afraid, Hunter. I will take care of myself. I will never leave you. Absolutely not.”

It was still that same voice. Many people said that Winston had a crazy desire to possess him… But how could he not also want to possess Winston with the same intensity?

He wanted to pour out all the words he felt inside. His body was like a bottle filled to the brim with seawater, but his throat was sealed tight. He was about to be smashed to pieces by the emotions crashing inside him, yet he couldn’t utter a single word.

Hunter gazed into Winston’s eyes, wishing his own gaze could be as deep and far-reaching. But he felt his eyes were too shallow, unable to convey the depth of his desire to possess this man.

“I will wait for you forever. We still have a lot of time, so there’s no need to be nervous…” Winston whispered softly, pressing his forehead against Hunter’s and closing his eyes.

Hunter’s shoulders trembled as he raised his left hand and extended it in front of Winston.

In his palm was a handwritten note in black ink, now smudged and nearly illegible from sweat.

The moment Winston saw it, he froze.

In this fast-spinning world, all noise and glamor slowed down at this moment.
I found you.
I remember you.
This city is made for love.
And you are made for my soul.

Hunter turned away, his ears and face blushing fiercely. Blood rushed to his palm as he seemed to feel Winston’s steady gaze. Hunter’s heart pounded with anticipation.

I remember every word you’ve said to me, every poem, and I couldn’t bear to give them to anyone else.

Winston, do you understand?

Do you understand me?

“You once said…you wanted to save it for a marriage proposal…” Winston tried his best to suppress his trembling, his voice strained as if it might break.

Hunter’s hand remained outstretched, showing no sign of pulling back.

Winston looked at him. Hunter felt the hand on his waist exert more pressure until the fingertips almost dug into his muscles.

Marriage held an indescribable fear for Hunter. The notion of “forever” had lost its meaning for him when his mother left his alcoholic father.

Winston closed his eyes and looked up. His breath echoed in Hunter’s ears like a distant sea breeze, pushing the waves higher and higher until they soared into the sky.

He turned to kiss Hunter’s palm with such reverence. His lips were burning hot, tracing the lines of Hunter’s palm with restrained desire.

He held Hunter’s hand, pressing it against his chest. Even though his fingers were almost crushed, Hunter felt a kind of pain that made him full of joy.

Winston bowed his head. Hunter saw only his softly trembling eyelashes, so delicate and beautiful that he wanted to hold onto them tightly, never letting go, even in death.

Suddenly, Winston lifted his head and crashed his lips against Hunter’s. His kiss was as passionate and wild as when Hunter first revealed his feelings for him.

Even harder than that time.

All the emotions that words couldn’t express were released through the possessive dance of their tongues, slicing through Hunter’s nerves and dismantling all of his resistance.

At that moment, Hunter found his previous reluctance to be possessed by this man laughable

Even if Winston’s kiss made him unable to breathe or felt like it might crush him to pieces, Hunter knew he would still love him with all his heart.

Winston lifted Hunter and supported his legs. All of Winston’s self-control had been snatched away by Hunter. Even the slightest response from Hunter’s tongue drove him insane.

“Mm…mn…” Hunter’s head tilted back from Winston’s overly intense kiss, but Winston continued kissing him insatiably.

Unable to hold on to Winston’s shoulders, Hunter clung to his collar instead.

As Winston moved downward, Hunter fell onto the soft mattress. Winston followed, pressing against him.

His kisses remained intense, landing on the corners of Hunter’s eyes and cheeks. Hunter breathed heavily, and Winston’s lips returned swiftly, reclaiming the territory of Hunter’s mouth.

When Winston’s hands roamed restlessly over Hunter’s body through the overalls that still smelled of engine oil, Hunter spoke in a trembling voice, “You…you…”

Winston’s hands paused, his entire body tensing as he distanced himself slightly from Hunter. His eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry… I scared you again.”

“You… can do… anything you want…”

Hunter finally got the words out, then felt overwhelmed with embarrassment as his heartbeat pounded in his ears. He turned his face away, not daring to look at Winston, but his ears were much redder than before. “After all…I felt really good before…”

Accepting this felt like crossing a chasm Hunter once thought would take all his strength to leap over. But now that he had said it, he only wanted to be closer to Winston.

At this moment, Hunter’s hair, grown long from the race and uncut, lay scattered on the white sheets. His eyes glanced away, his thick eyelashes still damp, and the lines of his neck seemed to exist solely to entice Winston.

Winston kissed him hard once more. There was no need to hold back or pretend to be a gentleman anymore. He could act like a wild beast in front of the person he loved most, biting into Hunter’s pulse and devouring him in a single bite.

Winston kissed nearly every part of Hunter’s body. His tongue was unusually powerful, sliding over Hunter’s muscles, seeming to penetrate every cell.

Hunter was still too shy to look Winston in the eye, but he wanted to take off his pants to show Winston that he was truly willing.

His hand touched the zipper, but he couldn’t pull it down because he was too nervous.

Hunter’s heart raced wildly. He was afraid Winston would inwardly laugh at him.

“I’ll do it… baby, I’ll do it…”

Winston leaned down. His kiss was incredibly intense, like aged wine with an intoxicating aroma; just a taste left Hunter dizzy and lost.

Winston’s fingers rested on Hunter’s, guiding him to pull the zipper down before turning him over.

Hunter knew Winston could make him feel immense pleasure, but he wasn’t sure if once Winston was inside him, he would still feel comfortable and lost in the moment.

Just being looked at by Winston like this made Hunter get aroused. He was about to close his legs and turn to the side, but this move unexpectedly trapped Winston’s waist between his thighs. His chest arched slightly, his body curving just right. Realizing he couldn’t escape from Winston, Hunter could only move his hips.

“I really want to break you… crush you to pieces…” Winston’s palm on Hunter’s waist was so hot that it seemed to set Hunter’s insides on fire.

“You know I’m worried you’ll be too rough, and yet you still say things about breaking… and crushing me to scare me…”

Hunter felt restless inside, but he couldn’t help but look forward to it… Even if Winston really crushed him, the process would be so intense that he’d be overwhelmed, with all his senses taken over by this man.

“If you really want to, then come inside me. Every trace of my bones and flesh… is all yours…”

Winston’s breath brushed against Hunter’s lips. Hunter swallowed involuntarily before leaning up to kiss him.

As soon as he touched Winston, the other man couldn’t resist pressing down on him. The back of Hunter’s head hit the pillow hard. Winston grabbed Hunter’s thighs, slowly lifted them, and bent them to rest on his shoulders.

Hunter kissed Winston back, capturing his tongue. The warmth of their bodies had barely touched before they tangled passionately. The tip of Hunter’s tongue was sucked until it went numb. When Winston’s palm lifted, the kiss suddenly ended. He lowered his gaze to Hunter’s exposed hole right in front of him. With Hunter’s legs spread wide, that spot was slowly revealed, allowing a glimpse of the inner color.

“Hey… don’t stare like that… it feels weird.” Hunter’s throat was parched.

When he looked at Winston, he realized that the man’s eyes seemed to be able to bite down hard at any moment. Hunter’s legs closed tightly, and before he had time to adjust, Winston inserted two fingers.

“Ah!” Hunter let out a sound of both agony and excitement.

Although he was embarrassed, he couldn’t help but watch his private area being opened by Winston’s fingers. Seeing Winston’s knuckles go deeper and deeper, swirling inside, almost made his inner walls twist in response. Hunter couldn’t help but curl his toes and clench the bedsheet tightly.

Winston’s middle and index fingers went as deep as they could. He remembered exactly where Hunter’s sensitive spot was, so he kept going, pressing on it with his fingertips, applying more force and increasing speed. Soon, he could hear the sound of fluids being moved in and out.

Winston kissed Hunter’s calves, and every time Hunter’s legs were about to fall, Winston’s fingers would push even harder, as if his hand was gripping a steering wheel and he was about to launch a car off the track.

“Ah… ah…” Every time Winston rubbed that spot, Hunter’s entire body convulsed, and his breath was trapped in his throat.

Winston watched Hunter’s face calmly.

“It’s so hot inside you… if I could go in there… I think I wouldn’t come out, even if it meant dying in there…”

Hunter looked down at Winston’s massive, swollen erection and gave a weak smile. “Then I guess I’d die with you…”

Winston kept circling his fingers, and every time he withdrew, it seemed like he was pulling Hunter’s insides with them.

“Don’t… please, don’t curl your fingers…” Hunter’s body trembled.

Winston slowed his pace, and Hunter thought he might be gentle, but unexpectedly, Winston added a third finger.

His inner passage was stretched in an instant, and Hunter instinctively kicked his legs up.

“It’s… it’s going to tear… no…”

“You can do it… It’s already soft enough inside…” Winston’s fingers moved in slower circles, but they still went deep without allowing any resistance.

“Ah!” Hunter’s eyes widened, his back arched.

Winston lowered his head to kiss Hunter’s eyelashes and the tip of his nose as if to comfort him, but his hand shifted angles, pressing against Hunter’s opening so Hunter had to raise his legs even higher.

“Good boy… you’re a very good boy,” Winston caressed Hunter’s cheek. Three fingers moved in and out, bringing out strands of silvery liquid. It felt like Winston’s fingers had ignited a fire inside Hunter’s body that shot up to his head.

The world shattered, and Winston reshaped it for Hunter.

Hunter gasped for air, hearing a whistling sound in his ears like the wind blowing, the sea roar, and the sound of an F1 engine speeding past the finish line…

Winston flipped Hunter over before placing a pillow under his waist.

Hunter’s entire body went limp, allowing Winston to spread his legs apart in a kneeling position.

Something hard and hot was pressing in. Hunter’s fuzzy mind immediately realized what it was, but he didn’t want to refuse… At least he wanted to try it… and he was curious to see what it would be like if Winston entered.

Would it be like when they chased each other on the track, so thrilling and tense that their breaths quickened and hearts raced as if fearing being overtaken by the other?

Winston’s cock twitched, and the fingers holding Hunter squeezed his waist tightly, making him ache.

“I… I won’t run away… Don’t be too rough…” Hunter whispered softly.

Winston’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently. He pushed his tip inside. The opening was entirely stretched. Even going in just a little, the soft, tight, and burning heat made him want to thrust all the way in at once.

Hunter’s elbows gave out. When he was thrust into, he collapsed, his inner walls clenching tightly around Winston. Winston stayed in place, and Hunter’s head almost hit the headboard.

The release just now felt too good, leaving him with no strength to support himself. Yet the pleasure of being so close to Winston made Hunter want more.

He tried to get up, but he didn’t expect Winston to let out a long sigh filled with helplessness.

“If I go in any further… you might tear…”

Hunter knew Winston was about to give up.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. On the contrary, Winston wanted it desperately. He wanted to thrust into Hunter, savoring the sensation of being tightly enveloped by him, but the risk was too high. After all, the racing season wasn’t over yet.

“I’ll use your legs… Clench tight.” Winston’s voice was sexy and warm. He hugged Hunter tightly and thrust hard. Hunter knew that without enough stimulation, Winston wouldn’t be fully satisfied.

He turned around, wrapped his arm around Winston’s waist, and licked the large, dark shaft slightly, imitating Winston’s previous movements.

“Sorry… I can’t hold it in anymore…”

Winston’s hand suddenly grabbed Hunter’s nape and thrust into his mouth forcefully.

Hunter was extremely uncomfortable, but he still tried to open his mouth. He couldn’t possibly take Winston’s massive size. Tears fell from Hunter’s eyes, but he didn’t want to pull away. He did his best to open his mouth wider to please him.

At 4 AM, the bedsheets were so rumpled they were almost falling off the bed, and the quilt covered them haphazardly.

Hunter turned sideways and snuggled into Winston’s arms.

“I’m sorry… You made me feel so good, but I didn’t…” Hunter couldn’t finish his sentence.

The room was very quiet, so even though Hunter spoke softly, Winston could hear him clearly.

Winston leaned down and kissed him.

“No, you made me feel good too. I didn’t expect that just using fingers would get you so aroused. This time, we got three fingers in.” Winston hugged Hunter while gently caressing his cheek and ear with his fingers.

As they talked, Hunter lowered his head even further and pulled the quilt over it.

“I couldn’t help it… You’re just too big… Don’t blame me…” Hunter mumbled under the blanket.

“But your sensitive spot is so deep. If I don’t go in and use some force, there’s no way to reach it. We weren’t prepared, and if we tried, you’d definitely get hurt.” Winston’s voice was soft, and it didn’t seem at all like they were discussing something so blush-inducing.

Hunter’s face was almost burning, but he never thought that someone as proud as Winston would help him release in that way. The more he thought about it, the more he felt himself getting aroused again.

“Are you okay? Is your throat sore? I’m sorry I couldn’t hold back.”

“It hurts a little… my tongue is numb… and the inside of my mouth feels like it might be broken.” Even though Hunter said this, he remembered seeing Winston’s expression at that moment and how obsessed he looked. He realized he was probably the only one in the world who could make Winston lose control like that.

This filled Hunter with a sense of accomplishment.

It might even feel better than winning the world championship.

“Didn’t you always say you wanted to bite me? Now that you actually can, you can’t bring yourself to do it,” Winston said seriously, which made Hunter want to kick him.

As Winston lifted the quilt to get up, Hunter poked his head out from under it. “Are you going to the bathroom?”

“Mm, I’ll get a towel to wipe that stuff off your legs.”

“Oh… actually, it’s okay if you don’t wipe it off…” Hunter whispered.

“What?” Winston placed one hand beside Hunter’s ear and leaned down to ask.

The smile at the corner of his mouth was incredibly sexy. Even though Hunter was exhausted from all the torment, he felt a stirring of desire once again.

“After all, it’s yours…”

“But compared to finishing outside, I’d rather finish inside.” Winston pinched Hunter’s ear.

Hunter’s heart was struck again. He curled up backward, leaving only a few strands of hair sticking out of the quilt.

“I already told you… you couldn’t get inside… you can’t blame me…”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.” Winston reached out and patted Hunter’s head through the quilt.

“So… did you really feel good?” Hunter asked.

Winston had been very patient, helping him relax because he was too nervous. In the end, Winston only managed to get in a little bit before failing. Hunter’s mouth was sore, and he really had no experience or skills, so Winston couldn’t bear it anymore and used other methods to finish.

“I was really happy. Mr. Marcus said you have an interview at nine in the morning. This is your first official interview since you won the Grand Prix. You can’t be late. I’ll clean you up, so get some sleep. Otherwise, you won’t make it tomorrow.”

“Mm.” Hunter nodded with a hint of regret.

Who would have guessed Winston would add another line, “If you like my stuff so much, I could leave it on you every day. But for now, I can’t finish inside.”

Hunter widened his eyes at Winston, whose expression was extremely mischievous. Hunter then lifted his leg to kick him.

“I don’t want you to leave anything on me!”

Winston laughed. His low voice made Hunter’s heart race, assuring him that Winston was genuinely happy.

Winston used a warm towel to clean the stains off Hunter.

“It looks like it rubbed until it turned red. Does it hurt?” Winston asked, lying down next to Hunter and holding him.

The insides of Hunter’s thighs were red from the friction and impact of Winston’s actions.

“It doesn’t hurt, it just feels really hot,” Hunter said honestly.

Winston laughed again.

He had laughed an awful lot tonight.

“Get some sleep. The person interviewing you is Mr. Cacho. He’s sharp, and if you don’t get enough sleep, I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep up with him.”

“… Are you sure your shoulder is really okay?” Hunter asked, feeling uneasy.

“If it was a problem, would I have been able to carry you? It’s just a minor injury.”

“But the Malaysian Grand Prix… I heard you can’t participate?” Hunter said with a frown.

“You know that Formula 1 is tough. The team is thinking about my future. The Malaysian race is back-to-back with the Singapore race, and there isn’t enough time to recover. If something happens during the race, it could be worse than it is now. It’s very normal. I’ll be back for the next race.”

“Yeah.” Hunter still felt a deep sense of regret.

Originally, every time Hunter thought about being on the same racetrack as Winston, he felt full of energy. But suddenly, he felt very lonely.

“I’ve never seen you race on the track before. Now I get to see it. This might be the only chance I get to watch you. After this, we’ll be opponents again.”

When Winston said this, Hunter suddenly felt his empty heart overflow.

“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time.”

“Hmm…”

Hunter was already feeling sleepy.

In the room, only Winston’s breathing could be heard. With Winston’s breath by his ear, Hunter’s mind relaxed, and soon he drifted into a dream.

The next day, when Winston woke him up, Hunter was still groggy.

Winston didn’t force him to wake up immediately but guided him to the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and take a shower.

It was the first time they had showered together. They had an interview, so to save time, they showered together.

Even though Hunter had seen everything the night before, now that there was nothing hidden, he wanted to look again but felt embarrassed.

Winston stood next to Hunter, helping him wash his hair.

When Hunter felt Winston’s fingers, he was reminded of the time he sat in a bath while his mother washed his hair when he was a child.

He had thought that after losing his parents, no one would ever pamper him like that again, but now he realized it wasn’t true.

“Hunter.”

Winston’s voice seemed to overflow with warmth, making Hunter’s heart skip a beat.

“Huh?”

“If you want to look at me, just look directly. No need to peek,” Winston said.

“I…I wasn’t peeking at you! I kept my eyes closed the whole time!” Hunter exclaimed.

“Hmm? You weren’t looking?” Winston held the showerhead in front of Hunter to rinse his hair.

When Hunter opened his eyes, he saw Winston’s private area. The water immediately went up his nose, causing him to choke and cough as if his lungs were about to come out.

Winston pushed Hunter’s hair back and pulled his hand to squeeze soap into his palm. Then he sighed softly, “I can’t see it anymore.”

He was referring to the poem Hunter had written on his palm.

Hunter never thought that what he had just worried about and written on his palm would be so important to Winston.

“It’s okay. You can still teach me. I remember everything you’ve taught me, and I’ll write it for you.” Hunter spoke without thinking, then felt extremely embarrassed. “But… but my handwriting isn’t as beautiful as yours…”

Winston kissed Hunter’s lips through the water.

“If you keep coaxing me with sweet words like this… I’m afraid we won’t be going to the interview today.”

“Eh? Is that considered sweet words?” Hunter was surprised.

Winston just smiled and didn’t answer him.

Hunter didn’t bring any clothes, so he had to wear Winston’s shirt and slacks back to his room.

The PR manager had been waiting for a while, so Hunter hurriedly changed into his suit.

“Hey, Hunter, this shirt is really nice, but the shoulders are a bit too wide.”

“Hehe, it’s Winston’s.” Hunter’s eyes squinted with his smile.

“What’s up with you, kid? It seems like you’re over the moon. Do you like everything about Winston?” the PR manager said half-jokingly.

“Yep. I like everything about him.” Hunter adjusted his shirt collar.

“Yesterday, you were so flustered. Marcus said you cried, but after talking to Winston last night, you’re fine now?”

Hunter just smiled and didn’t reply.

He and Winston didn’t just talk.

In the end, Hunter arrived to the interview on time. Mr. Cacho was waiting with a smile.

“Hunter, oh Hunter, the last time I saw you, you were still a young boy. The Singapore race made me feel like you’ve suddenly grown up.”

Hunter lowered his head and smiled.

“Aha, you smiled like that in the last interview too. I heard that fans took screenshots and made it into wallpapers.”

“Huh? Really?”

Mr. Cacho couldn’t help but laugh. “This expression of not knowing your own charm is also what fans love most about you.”

After sitting down, the two talked freely. Mr. Cacho’s questions were all professional, focusing on the technical analysis of Hunter’s performance in this race and the team’s strategy. In the past, Hunter often couldn’t find the right words to express these things and needed Mr. Cacho to fill in the gaps, but this time his expression was fluent, and his thinking was clear, making Mr. Cacho nod frequently.

“Hunter, many professionals say that Winston could have avoided Owen at that moment, but because you were behind, he chose to use himself to block Owen and protect you. Of course, many people think it’s impossible. Winston is a Ferrari team member, and you are his competitor. Plus, he got injured. It would be a huge loss for Ferrari’s overall ranking this year. With Winston’s usual rational nature, it seems impossible. What do you think? I believe, as someone involved, you understand the situation best.”

Hunter paused for a moment before slowly speaking, “On the track, we are undoubtedly rivals. I want to overtake him, and he wants to always be ahead of me. But what I have learned and gained from him is far more valuable than anything that has ever hurt me. I believe it is the same for him. Rivals are a gift from the heavens and the best compliment to our abilities. We will spare no effort to surpass each other, and we will also protect each other without hesitation. Because without Winston, Evan Hunter’s existence would be meaningless, and vice versa.”

The moment Mr. Cacho’s eyes met Hunter’s, he saw something in the young man’s eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was both sincere and powerful.

When this part of the interview was broadcast that evening, Ferrari’s team manager, Mr. Miller, sighed.

“After hearing that brat say this, I can’t bring myself to blame Winston.”

Ferrari’s PR manager smiled. “Winston’s fanbase has grown dramatically. That’s not too bad.”

When Hunter left the interview room, he saw Owen standing with his arms crossed as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

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The author has something to say:
Hunter: Sing me a song! I can’t sleep.
Winston: Okay, one finger, two fingers, three fingers come inside…
Hunter: Stop! Stop! What the hell are you singing!