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

"What? Gouged out my eyes?"

You turn to look into his eyes: "Perhaps you find it hard to understand, but I still want to tell you that it is I who want your eyes, and yet it is not me. It is a voice from the deepest part of my body. You just need to know that my heart does not want to hurt you."

I don't want to experience even the slightest pain...

If someone were to actually get hurt, you'd rather it were you...

Forget it... Just thinking about making such love-struck remarks makes me want to slap myself.

You quickly avert your gaze, hoping he didn't hear what was on your mind.

Long turned his head away with a grim expression. You had no idea what he was thinking; he was just annoyed that he had completely ruined the good atmosphere from before.

Lately, besides searching for places to raid together, you've also frequently run into each other at the very top of the dragon's lair.

Unlike at the beginning, he is no longer impatient with your endless chatter. More often, you will tell him stories you have heard, and he rarely responds, as if he is listening intently.

Every time the story ended, you would find yourself leaning on his shoulder. Although the scales on his shoulder were very prickly, you felt happy at that moment.

He must really enjoy having someone watch the moon with him, otherwise he wouldn't be so lenient with your actions towards him.

When the moonlight is too beautiful, you can't help but be attracted to his profile reflected in the moonlight. If you ask him for a kiss at this time, he will not refuse.

Occasionally, the dragon would tell his story.

For example, the various dragon-slaying weapons in his treasure trove, and the 108 ways humans tried to kill dragons on him.

You ask him, "Isn't there a 109th one?"

He would say, "We'll wait for you to develop it."

You are very angry and vow to write a book called "109 Sentences That Can Choke a Dragon".

After all, in a war of words, you're always the one who loses.

More often than not, you just sit together and say nothing.

The soft night light filtered out the sharp edges of his scales, revealing his most original form.

The sun had barely set when the rocks still retained the warmth of the day.

After that unpleasant bathing experience, you took the dragon to Tar City and brought back a large iron pot.

He complained that the pot was ugly and suggested using his golden lamp to boil water for you.

You directly and firmly rejected it.

On this day, you lie on the Dragon Cave, drying your freshly washed hair in the bright sunshine, which makes you feel drowsy.

"Does that piece of music really require a pipe organ? Didn't we already buy a bone flute?"

Dragon had also fallen down beside you at some point. You touched the ends of his hair, which were damp with moisture.

"I can't play the bone flute. Why don't you learn it and accompany me?"

"..."

The dragon choked, and you were pleased.

In a good mood, you continued, "If you really enjoy listening to it so much, how about I teach you to sing? Trust me, you'll come to love singing."

Long said indifferently, "I won't learn."

"Why don't you learn? Or is it that you can't learn?" You cup his face in your hands and turn him to look at you.

You feel like you've discovered the truth.

You frowned slightly: "Can't you understand the melody of a song, recognize a pretty pattern, or taste the flavor of food?"

“Dragons don’t need these to live.” He pried your hand open and held it in his palm. “I can taste that you’re delicious, and that’s enough.”

Your face flushed slightly, but you seemed to detect something awkward and evasive in his words.