Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

It's an ordinary, unremarkable hotel.

The receptionist was a black-haired boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old. A somewhat worn math book was spread out on the table, with a few sheets of draft paper and an exercise book tucked inside.

But he was completely absorbed in playing games on his phone, with the sounds of gunfire constantly emanating from it.

Qin Che walked forward slowly and tapped on the front desk.

"I want room 503."

Perhaps the number had some special meaning, because the boy put down his phone.

He looked up and sized up Qin Che and you, then took out a room key from the bottom drawer.

He also placed a white first-aid kit on the table.

As soon as he finished taking the items, the boy quickly picked up his phone and continued playing the game.

"Thanks."

Qin Che smiled meaningfully. You grabbed the first-aid kit and room key before he could, put your arm around his neck again, and walked into the hotel's somewhat old elevator.

When the elevator doors open, they make an unpleasant, creaking noise that only exacerbates your anxiety.

Room 503 was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside. It was equipped with simple food and water, and even daily necessities.

You were somewhat surprised: "Is this your safe house in the sky?"

"Not really."

"Is this place safe enough?"

"Just barely."

"..." Not a single definite answer.

Qin Che gestured for you to help him into the bathroom, but there wasn't even a place to sit.

"Don't tell me you're going to sit on the ground..." You glanced at Qin Che, whose face was a little pale, and carefully helped him to lean against the wall, instructing him, "Lean against this for a bit, I'll go get a chair."

You looked around the room and found a small square stool.

Fortunately, the seats here aren't very big; they can barely fit in the bathroom.

When you return to the bathroom, you will see Qin Che already sitting on the shower floor.

Is it already this difficult to even stand up?

It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping your heart, and a dull, aching pain came in waves.

You suppressed the rising bitterness in your throat, took three steps forward, and placed the chair in the appropriate position.

Then you quickly helped Qin Che up from the ground. He was really heavy, and due to exhaustion, you almost had to use brute force to lift him onto the chair.

He still laughed freely at this moment: "I thought you would scold me if you came in and saw this..."

You're in a terrible mood and annoyed that he's trying to joke with you at a time like this.

Qin Che looked at you kneeling in front of him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and reached out to pinch your cheek.

"hiss......."

Perhaps the movement aggravated his wound, for he let out a muffled groan, his face contorted in pain.

"Where does it hurt?" Your heart leaped into your throat as you frantically checked his injuries. "Let me help you take off your clothes..."

You reach out to unbutton his shirt, trying your best to keep your hands from shaking too much.

The moment you touch his skin, you can clearly feel him tremble.

You nervously looked up at him: "Did I hurt you?"

"No, your hands are so cold."

"It's cold... then wait a moment..."

Ignoring the bloodstains still on your hands, you slipped them inside your clothes and pressed them against your warm abdomen, rubbing them firmly.

"Okay, it's not cold now."

Qin Che frowned as he watched your actions, wanting to stop you, but it was too late.

He regretted saying that earlier.