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

You realized something was wrong and quickly raised your feet even higher to make sure the water bag was tilted high.

But the truth of the story is: there really wasn't a single drop left...

Qin Che swiftly pulled open the shower curtain that separated the two of you. The lingering soap suds on his body made his partially exposed form appear even more tempting and alluring.

The curtain sent some water droplets flying, and you took a small step back, feeling a little guilty, and said weakly, "Why don't you wipe it off... like this, just wipe off all the bubbles with your hands..." Seeing his disapproving look, you could only add, "Or maybe you can just bear with it a little longer?"

Seeing you tilt your head, he said irritably, "It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering."

Just then, you suddenly felt a chill in his eyes, as if he sensed impending danger, and you turned to run away.

Sure enough, Qin Che stretched out his long arm and pulled you back.

"Aaaaaah! Qin Che! You're all wet, don't stick so close to me! I just changed my clothes!!!"

Water dripping from his hair slid into your slightly open collar, quickly wetting a small patch of fabric that clung to your skin.

The dress is made of silk, so it gets a bit chilly when wet. Luckily, the weather here is hot, so you only experience a brief, mild stimulation.

Qin Che's voice was playful: "Not a bad suggestion. If there's no water, wiping it off will do."

Qin Che didn't actually try to surround or intercept you; he just gradually pushed you into a corner.

His strong body continued to radiate heat, and the powerful sense of oppression pressed in relentlessly. Although you weren't afraid, you couldn't help but feel your heart racing.

You quickly raised your hand to block the last half-arm distance between you and him, your slightly cool hand pressed against his chest.

"help me."

The deep, resonant sound made your cheeks flush.

You know what he's saying, but you can't help but think the wrong thing. You can't entirely blame yourself for that, can you?

The only thing to blame is the current atmosphere, which is far too ambiguous.

"It's not that I can't help, but..." You scanned his body from head to toe: "Are you really sure you can handle it if I help you?"

He didn't answer, but instead leaned against the wall with one hand, his body tilting slightly towards you, his beautiful red eyes pointing downwards, indicating that you could begin.

Your hand swept down his right shoulder, wiping away a large patch of foam and revealing most of his chest.

Qin Che smiled, his tone full of mockery: "You have the nerve to boast that you can't stand me."

A naked provocation!

Are you the kind of person who gives up so easily?

of course not! !

So you scraped hard across the other half of his chest.

Not only did it press against his skin, but it even deliberately applied extra pressure in a certain spot.

"Hiss... Your strength has improved..." He leaned down, brought his face close to yours, and said, word by word, "I can feel your sincerity."

You quickly pressed against his chest and pushed him away a little: "How can I wipe it when you're so close? Do you want me to wipe it for you?"

Qin Che chuckled softly twice, then straightened up and said, "Continue."

You place both hands on his lower abdomen, from top to bottom, following the contours of his body.

Its outline is so clear, and its texture is so hard.