That Nameless Summer Chapter 49
byDon’t like to eat
At dawn, Song Li broke away from Ling Qingye’s arm, got up and rushed to the bathroom. When he closed the door, he didn’t forget to glance at the person lying on the bed: “Get up, don’t occupy my bed.”
Ling Qingye held up his arms and laughed, looking at his panicked back, a low laugh was suppressed in his throat.
Ling Qingye stood up slowly. As soon as he reached the bathroom door, the door was opened. Song Li wiped his face and came out. He bumped into his arms and didn’t hide. He just frowned and pushed: “Get out of the way.” His fingertips brushed against Ling Qingye’s chest and he quickly retracted. The tips of his ears were a little red.
Breakfast was wontons cooked by Ling Qingye. They were quick-frozen ones taken out of the refrigerator and sprinkled with chopped green onion.Song Li held the spoon and ate. When he saw Ling Qingye picking all the shrimps in the bowl for him, he immediately raised his eyebrows: “You don’t want to eat it yourself?”
“I don’t like to eat.” Ling Qingye said it naturally.
Song Li clicked his tongue, picked back some of the lean meat stuffing in his bowl, and said harshly: “Don’t always give it to me. I won’t be able to finish it. It’s a waste.”
Ling Qingye looked at the wontons in the bowl and couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes. He lowered his head and took a bite, and the delicious flavor spread.
After eating, Song Li nestled on the sofa to start the live broadcast. As soon as he put on the headphones, he felt the sofa sink. Ling Qingye sat over and took his pillow and leaned it against his waist.Song Li turned back and glared at him: “What are you doing? Go back to your place and don’t affect my live broadcast.”
Ling Qingye pointed to his computer: “I’m working, I won’t disturb you.” After saying that, he dimmed the brightness of the screen and tapped lightly on the keyboard with his fingertips, making no sound at all.
Song Li snorted and turned back to continue the live broadcast. However, he was occasionally distracted during the operation, and his peripheral vision always glanced at the people next to him.Fans commented on the barrage that Ye Shen’s hand seemed to be not so stable today. Song Li pursed his lips and typed: “My condition today is average.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was touched. Ling Qingye handed over a cup of warm tea and brushed his chin with his fingertips.Song Li’s hand shook, and the game character almost lost blood. He immediately turned around to yell at him: “What are you doing! Didn’t you see me live broadcast?”
Ling Qingye raised his eyebrows and mouthed, “I’m thirsty.”
Song Li took the tea angrily and took a sip. The warm tea slipped into his throat. His anxiety subsided a bit, but the operation of his fingertips became inexplicably smoother.
At the end of the live broadcast, fans were still asking if there was anyone behind Dushen. Song Liguang quickly turned off the live broadcast and turned around to glare at Ling Qingye: “It’s all your fault, the fans have already found out.”
“If you find it, you’ll find it.” Ling Qingye stretched out his hand and wiped away the cookie crumbs from the corner of his mouth, his fingertips were warm, “It’s not like he’s shameful.”
Song Li’s face instantly turned red, and he swatted his hand away: “Who wants to be shady with you? Don’t be so slutty.” He stood up and walked to the kitchen, “I’m going to pour water, don’t follow me.”
Ling Qingye followed him anyway, leaning on the door frame to watch him collect water, and suddenly said: “The team will have a dinner tonight, I will take you there.”
Song Li paused and turned around: “No, I’ll drive there myself.”
“Your car was parked in front of the game arcade yesterday and didn’t come back.” Ling Qingye said lightly, not mentioning that he took a detour last night to take a look.
Song Li choked for a moment, tightened his fingers on the water glass, and said harshly: “Then I’ll take a taxi!”
“The place for the dinner is in a remote place, so it’s difficult to take a taxi.” Ling Qingye took two steps forward and leaned against his side, “I’ll see you off and wait for you to finish and pick you up.”
Warm breath enveloped him, and Song Li’s heart beat a beat faster. She gave him a push without pushing him, and could only compromise fiercely: “I know, I know, just give it away, don’t grind around.”
Ling Qingye laughed out loud and rubbed his hair: “Okay, I will listen to you.”
Song Li slapped his hand away and said, “Don’t touch my hair! It’s messed up!” He hurriedly arranged his hair, but he didn’t notice the curve of the corner of his mouth, which he couldn’t even hide.
In the evening, Ling Qingye drove him to a dinner party. When the team members saw Ling Qingye, they all shouted at Ye Shen’s family. Song Li immediately blushed and kicked the team member next to him: “What are you shouting! What nonsense are you talking about!”
Ling Qingye stood beside him and smiled, handing him a coat: “It’s cold at night. Call me when you’re done. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
Song Li took the coat and responded angrily: “I know, let’s go quickly.”
Ling Qingye didn’t leave, but just leaned against the car and watched him being pulled into the hotel by the team members. When no one was visible, he lowered his head and took out his phone, pulled out a photo of the two of them, and lightly ran his fingertips across the screen.
In the middle of the dinner, Song Li went out to answer the phone. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Ling Qingye leaning against the car, holding a bottle of warm milk in his hand. Seeing him coming out, he raised his hand and shook it: “Seeing that you didn’t eat much, I brought this for you.”
Song Li walked over and took the milk, and her fingertips touched his hand, which was warm.”Why are you still here?”
“Waiting for you.” Ling Qingye raised his eyebrows, “I’m afraid you’ll drink too much and no one will answer.”
Song Li snorted, opened the milk and took a sip. The sweet warmth spread, and her heart was soft, but she still said hard: “Who wants you to wait? I have a good drinker.”
“Well, I drink well.” Ling Qingye followed his words, his eyes falling on the tips of his red ears, without piercing his red cheeks after drinking two glasses of beer.
Song Li drank half a bottle of milk and handed the bottle to him: “I’m going in, don’t hold it here, it won’t be good.”
“Okay.” Ling Qingye took the bottle and watched him run back to the hotel. He couldn’t hide the smile on his lips. The evening breeze carried the autumn breeze, but he didn’t feel cold at all. He felt warm in his heart, just like the person in front of him.