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

Qin Che raised an eyebrow and teased, "I massaged you all night, and this is how you repay me?"

"That's because you laughed at me..."

"You said it yourself; your ability to distort the truth has been improving day by day..."

"No."

"Then remember to pay me back later..."

"How about I give you a massage when your uncle comes?" You had an idea, and before you could finish speaking, you moved your hand to his abs.

"You're talking nonsense again..." Qin Che frowned, pulling your wandering hand back. "What do you mean... it's the answer in your heart, just not now..."

"Hmph..." You reluctantly scratched his palm with the hand he was holding.

"Aren't you going to close your eyes now?" He said with a hint of force, placing his hand back on your lower abdomen. "Sleep, it'll be over soon."

"Then don't go, stay with me..." You obediently closed your eyes and leaned closer to him.

"it is good......"

......

I was woken up by a soft, furry touch.

"Qin Che, stop it, it tickles..." You suddenly opened your eyes.

What came into view was a patch of yellow, fuzzy fur.

Hmm? It looks like Little Orange.

You reach out to touch the little guy lying on his side with his cheek against yours, only to find that you are facing away from Qin Che.

You were completely encircled in his arms, your hands were pinned down, and you couldn't move.

You carefully pulled one hand out and found that the person behind you was still breathing evenly.

In the afternoon, which should have been his nap time, he went all the way to pick you up. After bringing you back, he massaged your stomach for a long time, so he must have been tired.

Let him sleep a little longer. Try to keep your body still and reach out to touch the little orange in front of you.

The little orange felt the touch on its back, its two lively little ears twitched, it turned its head around, blinked its bright green eyes twice, and looked at you.

You gently scratch its chin with your finger, and it squints its eyes contentedly and makes a "purring" sound.

"You still recognize me after all this time?" you said, tapping its little nose.

"Who are you talking to...?"

Suddenly you feel the person behind you move. The hand that was originally around your waist moves up and tightens its grip on you.

Qin Che's voice was still hoarse from just waking up, which was quite irritating.

"The bedroom door was probably left open, and the cat ran in."

"Oh..." Qin Che buried his head in the crook of your neck and nuzzled against you. "Does your stomach still hurt?"

You turned around, twisting slightly, to face him: "There's still a little bit, but it's much better now..."

"Hmm..." Qin Che responded, then pressed his forehead against yours, wrapped his arms around your body, and said nothing more.

Looking at his slightly closed eyes, you said, "Did I wake you up? Why don't you sleep a little longer..."

"No, it's time to get up, time to feed the cats..."

"Hmm? Why does that sound like a double entendre?" You frowned and poked his cheek with your hand.

The little orange cat, which had been lying in the corner of the bed, felt ignored. It nimbly flew over your head and a huge fluffy ball of fur was now positioned between your face and Qin Che's.