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

You pulled Qin Che away, saying, "Ignore her, you're the only one in my heart."

Qin Che chuckled lightly: "I'm afraid some people's hearts are made of durians, with people standing on every tip."

"Do you want to see for yourself? Every single one of them is you."

He grinned and slammed the helmet onto your head: "I can't hear a single serious word from your mouth."

The rain outside was heavy. The motorcycle drove into the rainy night street. You hugged Qin Che tightly around the waist. Large raindrops hit the back of your hands, which were unusually cold.

Back at the base, Qin Che left you in the room where you had woken up.

"I changed my clothes."

He left only one sentence and then disappeared.

My clothes were soaked by the rain and clung tightly to my body; it was indeed a bit cold.

My husband is so sweet!

You've finished showering and come out of the bathroom, drying your still-damp hair with a towel.

Then I saw the braised pork belly with preserved vegetables flying wildly in the room, as if it had been frightened by your coming out.

"Gah..."

You drop the towel in your hand and grab it as it tries to escape.

"It's injured and still won't behave." You catch it, hold it in your arms, and pull open one of its wings with one hand.

"Gah gah..." It started struggling again.

You held it down tightly, examining its wings. "Are you a living crow or a machine crow? Does it need medicine or repairs?"

"What, you like it that much?"

The sound came from above.

You look up and see Qin Che holding a half-empty glass of wine, his gaze sweeping across your face.

You chuckled slyly, recalling the day you kissed Mephistopheles on the eye, and asked knowingly, "Oh? What makes you say that?"

Qin Che ignored your teasing and took Mephistopheles directly.

Realizing you'd made a fool of yourself, you quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Isn't this the reason your pet got hurt? I bear some responsibility too."

“Its name is Mephisto. If you call it a pet, it will be unhappy.”

"Caw caw..." it cawed twice, as if it completely agreed with Qin Che's words.

Qin Che examined its drooping wing, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

"What unusual circumstances occurred before the attack?" he asked, seemingly nonchalantly.

You pouted and said, "You can just ask it what happened. You've even had it tracking and monitoring me."

"Right......"

Qin Che leaned forward, deliberately getting close to you, his masculine aura hitting you, his cold light in his eyes like fine wine.

“Since you’re in Sector N109, whether you’re with me or acting alone, you can’t escape my control.”

His aura was incredibly aggressive, and your body involuntarily retreated, yet you refused to back down verbally.

"Did you peek at me while I was taking a shower?"

Qin Che choked, his thoughts momentarily unable to keep up with your pace.

You pressed your advantage and leaned closer: "What, did I see through you? Why are you so stiff? I didn't say you couldn't see."

Qin Che flicked your forehead as you leaned in: "Nonsense..."

You stepped back, covered your head, and gave him a disgruntled look.

Qin Che took a glass of wine, took a sip, and then placed the glass in your hand.

Holding the cup, you wondered if he was deliberately inviting you.

You're still secretly pondering things, ah, men.

Qin Che suddenly turned around and walked out of the room, casually calling out.

"Follow."

"Where are you going?" you ask.

"Get the wine."

You watch as his long legs stride with the classic male model gait, and he reaches the elevator in just a few steps.