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

As expected, he showed a surprised expression, then laughed sarcastically.

"The love of a demon? What are you going to do with something that doesn't exist?"

How do you know it doesn't exist if you don't try it?

The dragon's tail circled around again, its tip brushing against your cheek and lifting up at your chin.

"Then tell me how to try it."

"Give up your soul..."

“I think what you’re saying doesn’t mean ‘offering your soul to feed a demon.’” The dragon’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze dangerous.

"It's our human will that those who have exchanged souls will never betray each other. This is the love I want. Do you dare to give it to me?"

"So how do you usually exchange them?"

You shift your body upwards, raise your neck, and leave a brief kiss on the dragon's forehead.

Long paused for a second, then regained his composure.

You lay back down on your side in front of the dragon, his garnet-like eyes so close you could almost touch them.

"Doing this means a person is willing to give their soul to the other person. How about it, are you brave enough?"

"How is that any different from how we usually do it?"

That's a tough question for you. You can't exactly say that you're taking advantage of him all the time.

After hesitating for a moment, you replied, "This is a ritual, you know what a ritual is? That's... a way for me to express my feelings for you. You understand? They're different..."

The more you talked, the more heartbroken you became, and you even turned your body away so he wouldn't look you in the eye.

I don't know if he can understand what you mean, but I also feel that if he does, he probably wouldn't be a dragon.

Long frowned. He felt complicated when he heard those words, but he quickly realized that he shouldn't have such feelings.

He reverted to his mocking demeanor: "Then perhaps you should first know what happens to those who try to win the love of a demon."

..........

The taverns in Tar City never close.

You were wearing a hood, sitting with Qin Che on a cushion in the shadows by the window.

On stage, a woman in a fiery red dance dress has just left.

Without being sure of your alcohol tolerance, you didn't rush to drink the drinks here.

You nudged Qin Che beside you: "How's the smell of souls here? Does it make you nauseous?"

"It was a mess, but it was better than the hypocritical sanctuary."

"You must be really tired. If I had to smell the swill every day, I might not want to live anymore."

"..." The dragon beside you glanced at you speechlessly.

A wooden cup filled with bright red liquid was placed in front of him with a "bang," and the tavern waiter turned and left.

The scenes here always remind you of a certain animation you've seen.

I miss it... but I miss your old phone even more...

A dragon's roar suddenly came from under the lights, and an actor with dragon wings on his back stood in the center of the stage singing lyrics.

"So you brought me here just to see this?"

Your lips twitched twice. "The real dragon is right here beside me, and you still want me to come see a fake one."

I don't understand, and I don't want to respect.

"Don't humans love listening to stories? I can't tell one, you'll have to read it yourself." Qin Che crossed his arms and leaned back, as if to say that you were determined to show him the whole thing today.

Okay, okay, I'll watch it then.

This seems to be a very long story, with the actor playing the dragon singing for a long time without being replaced.