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

Warm water was rinsed off his scalp, dispersing the foam one by one. The foam slid down his neck, across his broad back, and down to his lean waist.

Holding the showerhead in one hand and gently stroking his scalp with the other, you joked to ease the awkward atmosphere: "How was it, Mr. Qin? My hair-washing skills weren't bad, were they? Want to order from me again next time?"

Qin Che chuckled: "Where did you get all this random stuff from..."

"Hahahaha, since you know this is all nonsense, it means you know what it is." You chuckled as you continued, "I know it from where you found out..."

"..." Qin Che was speechless for two seconds after being silenced by your words.

You took a clean towel and placed it on his head, gently rubbing it to absorb the moisture from his hair.

My hair is washed, now it's time for my body.

The scabs on my arm were starting to peel off after being soaked in warm water.

You carefully used your fingers to peel away the scabs along with the water, revealing the healed wound inside.

The fresh, bright pink fabric repaired the holes that pierced his arms. As you gently brushed your fingers over it, you felt Qin Che's body tremble.

Your heart skipped a beat; it must still hurt, right?

Qin Che didn't want to see your scrunched-up little face, so he reached out and scooped you up on his lap.

"Ah~" you exclaimed in surprise.

"Your clothes are all wet..." Qin Che looked down at your collar and cuffs, "Why don't we wash them together..."

"You..." You glared at him, put your arm around his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm fine, it's just you, you can see but you can't touch, aren't you upset?"

"Can't I eat it? I only have an arm injury, it's not there..."

You shoved a lip over the man's damned mouth: "Qin! Che! Can't you have any self-awareness?! I've already told you to abstain from sex! Abstain from sex! Can't you just listen to me?!"

Qin Che lowered his hand to his brow, feeling a sense of helplessness, as if he had shot himself in the foot.

Then you continued, "Given your poor performance right now, I've decided that it would be more appropriate for us to sleep in separate rooms for the next few days."

"No need. If you insist on sleeping separately, you can sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa."

"No, you're injured, I can't bear to see you sleeping on the sofa."

"Then I'll sleep on the bed, and you can sleep on the sofa."

"No way, I don't want to sleep on the sofa..."

Why sleep on the sofa when there's a bed available? You've slept in the bed in the guest room before. Although it's not as good as the one in Qin Che's room, it's still a very comfortable bed.

Qin Che narrowed his eyes: "Can you sleep without me?"

“I’ve survived all these years without you, so a few more days won’t make a difference for your health,” you said, nudging his shoulder.

"Hmph..." Qin Che snorted softly. You noticed his displeasure and quickly hooked your arms around his neck, saying coquettishly, "Okay, don't be angry. Think about how I took the past few days off to be with you. Doesn't that make you feel a little happier? Just think of it as me working the night shift. Does that make you feel better?"

"You've become this passionate about going to work?" Qin Che looked away from you.

"Oh, I was just using an example..."

Qin Che remained silent and did not refute you, but was calculating something in his heart.

He still seems unhappy, so you have no choice but to use your trump card.