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

We can't waste any more time, or you might faint from suffocation before you can even "heal" him.

You cast aside everything and put his soul (please forgive me) into your own soul.

That kind of soul was (removed from review), sweeping across and clamoring to devour every cell in the body.

You could feel his trembling and shock at that moment.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over me, and my body was suddenly pressed against the rough rocky ground.

The pain from being scratched by tiny pebbles on the skin is less than one ten-thousandth of the pain from being connected to one's soul.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with desire, and he was still trying his best to control himself and not be consumed by that burning desire.

His arm, still bleeding, rested beside you. He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand, and the sweat that had been seeping out from his endurance dripped onto your skin, burning hot.

"Do you know what you're doing...?" The hoarse voice sounded as if it had been scorched by fire.

"I have always been clear-headed."

Your voice was soft yet clear, like a feather brushing against his heart.

The last vestige of the dragon's reason crumbled at this moment.

A passionate kiss swept over them.

He no longer suppressed himself; his body was completely taken over by instinct.

Broken souls intertwined, plundering each other in this damp, cold cave.

The dragon's body is stronger than you can imagine, even if you've prepared yourself mentally.

The intense pain nearly made you lose your mind, and you couldn't help but bite the nearest object hard.

"hiss......"

A strong, metallic taste of blood spread through my mouth.

The man's seductive voice was like a devil tempting people to fall into an abyss.

"Dare to bite my Adam's apple."

"No... I'm in so much pain..." you said with difficulty, your voice trembling violently.

That's when he noticed you were sweating profusely.

He held you, suppressing his physical instincts with that vague willpower.

The soul... was able to breathe...

You kiss his lips, telling yourself to stay alert and hold on a little longer...

“Your ‘treatment’ is indeed special.” He returned your kiss, greedily taking all your breath.

"Your injury..." you gasped, putting your arm around his shoulder and stroking his exposed skin.

"How did I get my injuries?" He chuckled softly. "So it was from forced confession."

"Um...no..." Your soul trembled as you struggled to speak.

"You don't...know the answer?"

Those eyes, glowing red, were still breathtakingly beautiful even in the dim light.

"Don't you want to take a closer look... at the eye you've been dreaming of?"

He grabbed your hand and pressed it over your right eye.

"Bearing all the most insatiable desires, it screams, wanting to devour this body completely. It wants to grasp the most powerful force in the world..."

His breath still lingered in her ear: "Since you dared to get so close to me... haven't you already taken that step to fulfill your ambition?"

"My ambition..." you murmured, a sharp pain spreading through your heart, seemingly more painful than the intertwining of souls.

The devil's whispers continued: "Do you know how to mend a soul so greedy it's about to burn?"