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

"We've been to these places, haven't we?"

You sit cross-legged on the newly arranged cushions, eating fruit while marking stars on the star map.

The pomegranate he had just chosen was taken first. Ignoring your glare, Qin Che reached out and tapped the edge of the star map.

"Didn't you say you wanted the mineral resources and starships here?"

His tone betrayed his excitement.

The mark left by the dragon in his shoulder throbbed with a faint burning pain, fueled by the bloodshot light in his eyes.

You raise your hand to cover the burning skin, remembering the sanctuary you looted two days ago.

The Holy Inquisitor, dressed in a magnificent white robe, was lifted into the air by one hand, his eyes blazing with a frenzied cruelty like that of a wild beast.

Back then, the branding also caused that kind of pain.

To be honest, you're a little scared.

They even resist thinking about or delving into whether the pain of being branded represents some kind of omen.

You are afraid of touching on a certain truth.

Even if the truth is about to be revealed.

You rest your chin on your hand and look at him as he lets out a long "Oh".

"You remember it very clearly. I think you're the one who wants it more. Even if I managed to steal it, where would I put it?"

Qin Che raised an eyebrow and picked up another blood orange from the silver plate.

"No matter where it is, grab it first."

Remembering the unpleasantness of having your pomegranate snatched away, you quickly grabbed the blood orange.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, you crouch down like a cat and pounce. At that moment, you grab his neck tightly with one hand and put the blood orange into your mouth with the other.

What good does it do you to indulge my desires like this?

You pinned him against the cushion, but the situation reversed the next moment, and he rolled over and pinned you down on the cushion.

He looked at you at a distance where you could almost smell each other's breath, his nose almost brushing against yours.

"And what about you? What good does it do you to play these soft, weak tricks on me?"

You gaze at each other through the draped curtains, the setting sun reflected in his eyes, creating an unreal warmth.

You reach out and hook your arm around his neck, then forcefully kiss his lips.

The sweet aroma of fruit spread in my mouth, and the moment our bodies touched, he wrapped his tail tightly around me.

A torrent of kisses swept over you like a tide, the wet, sticky sensation engulfing your entire being.

Time seemed to have passed a century, and even the damp, cold nest seemed to be rapidly warming up.

He looked at your flushed cheeks and gently brushed them with the back of his hand.

"Did you know? Your soul tastes a little better after every kiss."

You were still breathing slightly, adjusting your breathing as you raised your hand to touch his cheek.

The long-lost touch makes your eyes feel warm.

You met those red eyes you loved so deeply, and spoke sincerely, "Yes... I've said it before, it was my desire for you..."

"Then why do you keep letting me have my way? Aren't you afraid that your soul will become more and more delicious, and I won't be able to control myself and will eat you prematurely?"

It felt like something gently scratched my heart.

You pushed him away, chuckled, sat back down, and peeled and ate a pomegranate.

It's good that you ate it early; dying is the end of the story, isn't it?

"Just kiss me if you want to, who cares about all that? Why think so much about a kiss? What kind of witch are you? Besides, isn't the greediest soul the most delicious? I have even deeper desires, do you want to help me fulfill them?"

Qin Che smiled, and as you peeled out another pomegranate seed, he bent down and took it in one bite.