That Nameless Summer Chapter 50

family members

It was almost ten o’clock when the dinner party ended, and the night breeze blew in and brought a bit of chill. As soon as Song Li stepped out of the hotel, he saw Ling Qingye’s car parked under the street light. The lights were not turned on. Only the passenger window left a crack, and he could see his silhouette looking down at his mobile phone.

The team members came over and bumped Song Li’s arm, winking: “Yeshen, the family members are coming to pick him up.”

Song Li raised his foot and kicked it. He didn’t use any force, but his face turned red: “Get out of here, keep talking nonsense about increasing the amount of training next time.”

The team members laughed and dispersed. Song Li slowly walked to the car, opened the door and got in. When he raised his head, he caught Ling Qingye’s gaze.

“How much did you drink?” Ling Qingye handed over a bottle of warm water and touched his forehead with his fingertips. It didn’t feel hot.

“Two glasses of beer, very little.” Song Li unscrewed the bottle cap and took two sips. He spoke very hard, but did not refuse the other person’s hand, and let him wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth. “Why do you keep staring? Drive.”

Ling Qingye laughed and started the car.There were no headlights on in the car, and only the dim light from the dashboard reflected Song Li’s slightly red cheeks.Song Li leaned against the passenger seat and looked sideways at the street scene outside the window. Suddenly, he felt a warmth on the back of his hand. Ling Qingye’s hand came over and intertwined his fingers. The warmth from his palm spread through the thin cloth.

“What are you doing!” Song Li jerked away but didn’t break away, and said with fury, “You’re driving, don’t move!”

“It can be opened with one hand.” Ling Qingye’s voice was low and his fingers clasped tighter, “I’m cold, please cover it with your hand.”

Song Li choked and wanted to say that his hands were cold, but he felt that the other person’s palms were getting hotter and hotter as he held them. He simply turned away and let him hold her, but the tips of his ears quietly touched the car window glass, which was cool enough to suppress the heat.

Back downstairs in the apartment, Ling Qingye got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat, opening the door for him.Song Li bowed his head and walked out. As soon as his feet landed, Ling Qingye grabbed his waist and carried him into his arms. The tip of his nose bumped into his chest. The smell of cedar mixed with the faint smell of tobacco was unique to him.

“Ling Qingye, you are sick!” Song Li pushed his chest, but instead of pushing him away, he was hugged tighter, “Let go, someone is watching.”

“There’s no one there in the middle of the night.” Ling Qingye lowered his head and brushed his lips against his ear, “We just had dinner together and they all called me family.”

“That’s nonsense!” Song Li’s voice softened a little, and the force of his push became lighter, but he still said harshly, “Who is from the same family as you?”

Ling Qingye didn’t refute, just lowered his head and kissed her, their lips touching each other, with the sweetness of warm water and a faint smell of alcohol.Song Li froze for a moment, raised her hand to hold the corner of his clothes, and didn’t hide, but when the kiss got a little deeper, she bit his lower lip.

“Hiss.” Ling Qingye stepped back and looked at his red lips, his eyes full of smiles, “Do you belong to the dog?”

“I’ll bite you, what?” Song Li glared at him, but did not let go. She still held the corner of his clothes, and the fabric was wrinkled on her fingertips.

After going upstairs and entering the house, Song Li went to take a shower first. When he came out, his hair was wet and he was wearing a towel. He was wearing Ling Qingye’s white T-shirt, which was quite long and covered his thighs.Ling Qingye was sitting on the sofa drying his hair. When he saw him coming out, his eyes paused and he stretched out his hand to wave: “Come here and help you dry your hair.”

“No, I’ll do it myself.” Song Li said harshly, but still walked over and sat on the small stool in front of him.

The hot air from the hair dryer sounded, and Ling Qingye ran his fingers through his hair, gently rubbing his scalp with just the right amount of force, not too heavy or too light.Song Li’s shoulders slowly relaxed, his head tilted slightly, and his eyelids became a little heavy, like a cat with a smooth coat, without any sign of frizz.

After blowing his hair, Ling Qingye put the hair dryer aside and brushed his fingertips on the back of his neck, bringing with it the warmth of hot air.Song Li turned around and glared at him: “Touch whatever you want, let go after you finish blowing.”

“What’s wrong with touching my partner?” Ling Qingye leaned over and pressed his forehead, his eyes burning.

Song Li’s face instantly turned red, and she raised her hand to push his face: “Who is your partner? Don’t make random mistakes.”

“Not the right partner?” Ling Qingye raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pinched his face, “Then who bit me just now? Who held the hem of my clothes tightly?”

Song Li was left speechless by the question. He opened his mouth without saying anything, so he could only reach out to scratch his waist, as if to retaliate.Ling Qingye was ticklish, so he hid for a moment, pulled him into his arms, pressed him on the sofa, lowered his head and kissed him again.

“Song Li.” Halfway through the kiss, Ling Qingye pulled away and looked into his eyes, “Can you be my partner?”

Song Li’s heartbeat was so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out. She clutched the clothes on his back, bit her lip and said nothing, but nodded slightly, slightly, but Ling Qingye looked at her seriously.

“Didn’t hear clearly? Click again.” Ling Qingye teased him deliberately and scratched his waist with his fingers.

“Ling Qingye, what the fuck!” Song Li was furious and reached out to pat his back, but he grabbed his wrist, pinned him down on the sofa, and kissed him again.