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

The firelight illuminated the faces of the people around them, who danced and swayed with lightness and grace, like fairies fluttering in the firelight.

Joyful laughter and melodious singing intertwined, echoing across the tranquil grassland.

The stars twinkled, and you sat quietly to the side, your gaze fixed on the leaping flame.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qin Che walked over and sat down beside you. He held a wine bag in his hand and had a zither, a unique instrument of the grassland tribes, in his arms.

You gather your thoughts, and your smiling eyes meet his gaze in the firelight: "I'm wondering when you'll keep your promise."

"I always keep my word." Qin Che placed the zither on the wooden chair beside him.

He kneels on one knee to pour wine, presenting the wine cup to you with both hands.

"shavanika, shavanika, shavanika."

His deep voice and unfamiliar language, repeated over and over, seemed to take root in your heart as if by magic.

You couldn't help but smile, and you reached out to take the wine cup, bringing it to your lips and drinking it all in one gulp.

"This wine tastes great, and your addition makes it even more magical. Could I have another glass?"

Qin Che smirked: "So it turns out that taking an inch and wanting a mile isn't just my specialty."

Under your ardent gaze, he poured you another full glass and handed it to you with one hand.

Just as you were about to reach out to take it, he raised the wine cup to your lips, the wine slightly overflowing and touching your lips, its aroma rich and fragrant.

"Too much drinking will make you drunk."

"Do you want me to drink?" You didn't make any movement, just stared straight into those red eyes.

Qin Che's lips curved slightly, and his well-defined hand tilted to slowly pour the mellow wine into your mouth.

After finishing the drink, he gently wiped away the remaining wine stains on his lips with his thumb.

The atmosphere was wonderful; if you weren't still in the group, you might have already pounced on him.

You pointed to the zither and asked, "Qin Che, where did you get this zither from?"

Qin Che took the zither in his hand: "The most respected elder in the tribe lent it to me because he saw that I was interested in it."

"To be honest, everyone here, young and old, is so welcoming to you. Wouldn't you be happier here?" You looked away, gazing at the stars behind him. "Even if we lose the competition, or can't find a way back, it doesn't seem so bad..."

"It turns out that even after competing all day, I still couldn't dispel your worries."

Qin Che raised the bow and rubbed it across the strings, producing a melodious and profound sound.

"If I really lose, what are you going to do? Leave me here alone, or will we ride horses and herd sheep together?"

You turned your gaze back to his face: "What are you talking about? How could I possibly abandon you! Whether you're herding sheep here or setting fires, I'll be your burden. You can't shake me off."

He raised his eyes, his pupils shining in the firelight.

You lower your gaze: "I was just wondering if you might like it a little more here..."

But then he put down the violin and turned your face back to him: "Listen carefully, I only like being where you are..."

His tone was firm, his gaze intense, and his voice, like the crackling of a campfire, seemed to resonate within your heart.