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

You carefully open his shirt and remove the sleeve of his left hand.

During this process, we finally got a clear look at his wounds.

There was more than one shocking, bloody hole.

Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision and preventing me from seeing the wounds clearly.

You could only blink hard, trying to control your emotions.

"Gunshot wound... You still say you're not lying to me? How could a homeless person fire a gun..."

Despite your best efforts to control yourself, your voice inevitably trembled with emotion.

"I didn't mean to lie to you... Don't cry... It doesn't actually hurt that much..."

"Your face is all pale, and you tell me you're not in pain..." You're really angry, but also heartbroken, and tears stream down your face again.

"Don't cry... your crying makes it hurt even more..."

Qin Che wanted to raise his hand to wipe your tears, but after seeing his own hands covered in blood, he lowered them again.

"You still have the nerve to joke with me?!"

You wanted to punch him, but you held back.

To avoid making you worry more, Qin Che forced a faint smile and tensed up as he reached for the first-aid kit.

"What do you need? I'll get it for you."

Seeing his movement, you quickly picked up the first-aid kit at your feet.

"tweezers......"

You open the box and take out the tweezers.

“Turn around…”

He took the tweezers, his tone somewhat serious, as if he were issuing an unquestionable order.

"No."

You refused without hesitation.

He paused for a moment, as if only then realizing that such a tone wouldn't work on you, so he softened his tone: "Don't look at these kinds of scenes. I don't want you to be in a nightmare every time you see me from now on."

"I don't want that. As long as I can see you in my dreams, it's not a nightmare."

Your refusal was so firm that it added several deep lines to his brow.

Your moist eyelashes drooped, and after a moment's hesitation, you voiced your suspicion: "This injury is because of me, isn't it..."

"You're overthinking it. These are all part of my past life..."

"..." You lowered your head, trying your best to suppress the fire burning in your heart.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Liar! Which stupid enemy of yours would ask you out on a sunny day, and you actually went? You'd be kind enough to let him poke a few bullet holes in you for fun."

You cursed until you were hoarse, venting all the pent-up anger in your heart.

Qin Che smiled at that moment. He laboriously raised his hand, smoothed your hair, tucked it behind your ear, and pinched your puffed-up cheeks. His tone was one of unspoken helplessness: "Sometimes I think, it would be better if my little cat wasn't so smart..."

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, you could feel that his hand, which had always held a gun with terrifying steadiness, was now trembling slightly.

You leaned closer to him and took his hand in yours tightly.

You kneel in front of him, and he sits on a low stool, leaning one side of his body against the front.

You used your calves to lift yourself up slightly, tilted your head, and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

A kiss filled with the smell of blood and dampness.

He didn't mean to leave you with such a bad memory at this time, but he didn't dodge, perhaps because he didn't realize you would kiss him at this moment, or perhaps because he didn't have the extra strength.