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

The more you listened, the more bored you became, and you absentmindedly fiddled with a piece of Qin Che's clothing.

This singing is even harder to understand than the English CET-4 and CET-6 listening comprehension sections; it really tests your literary skills.

The body beside you was warm, and you naturally moved the dragon's tail to wrap yourself up. It was a little rough and hard, but you liked Qin Che's scent.

You nestled close to his shoulder, drifting in and out of sleep.

With your eyes half-closed, you mumbled incoherently, "Outside, there's probably a huge war going on. Only the people of Tar City can still live so happily."

"The people here are like seeds scattered at random; whether they grow or not depends entirely on luck. Even if they do grow, they might not even survive until tomorrow. The only time we can truly enjoy this moment is this very second."

"That mindset is really enviable. So, are we now also people who 'm afraid we won't even live to see tomorrow'?"

"What are you trying to say now?"

You grabbed the dragon's wrist, squinted your eyes, and smiled.

“Say something…that is more precious than all the treasures in the eyes of humankind.”

Your clear reflection is shown in his crimson eyes, and your other hand gently caresses the side of his face.

"I love you."

I hope you love me too.

"..."

After saying that, you quickly withdrew your hand, your eyes feeling a little hot. You felt he probably wouldn't understand, yet you hoped he would.

You turned your face away, but through the window you could vaguely see the dragon's face reflected in the water.

You secretly glance at him, catching the fleeting smile that rises and then quickly disappears from his lips.

"turn around."

He grabbed your shoulders and forced you to face him.

"Your emotions are fluctuating wildly; what kind of nonsense are you thinking about again...?"

The dragon pulls the brim of your hood over your eyes, and your heart trembles slightly.

For some reason, you feel something fall onto your lips.

It's so fast that you might doubt it's just your imagination.

When you came to your senses, you missed the last scene of the performance on stage.

The actor playing the devil and his lover embraced and kissed.

At the same time, he also plunged his bloodied claws into her chest...

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At night, the dragon carried the drowsy girl through the crowded alleys of Tar City.

No one cast extra glances at them; he seemed to have truly become an ordinary human returning home under the moonlight.

"Qin Che, you brought me out to see a play, but I fell asleep before it was even halfway over. Are you unhappy?" You tilted your head, looking at his face with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“No…” Long said indifferently.

"Then why do you look so unhappy?"

"This is what I look like..." Long scoffed, reverting to his usual arrogant demeanor.

"...What's the play about?" you asked curiously.

"We've already slept together, and it wasn't a very interesting show anyway, so there's no need to know," Long said nonchalantly.

"But I want to hear it. Can you tell me? No matter how well they sing, I can't appreciate it. I just love listening to you talk. Your voice is beautiful. Humans will have nightmares if they don't hear bedtime stories..."

"Is my voice nice?" He gave you a puzzled look.

"Mmm..." You nodded vigorously.