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

Just as you were anxiously wondering whether he believed your story, you heard him let out a low, grating laugh.

"What, you know your mediocre skills can't beat me, so you've come up with another way?"

He slightly curled the corners of his lips, a hint of barely perceptible appreciation in his eyes.

He leaned closer and said slowly, "Approaching me, gaining my trust, and then seizing the opportunity to kill me—it seems you're a bit smarter than I thought."

You grasped the key point instantly! Wow! My husband praised me for being smart! Love you, honey!

You wanted to give him a heart gesture, but his next words completely stunned you.

"No need for all that trouble. I'll give you a chance to kill me, considering your commendable courage."

Without saying a word, Qin Che stretched his hand to the side, and as his evol energy swirled around him, a pistol appeared out of the void.

Loading the magazine, pulling the safety pin—a series of smooth movements that made you look incredibly cool.

No way! Tetsuko-san, why are you so stubborn?!

He pointed the gun at himself and handed it to you.

Seeing that you showed no intention of taking it, I was about to use Evol to control your hand to grip the gun.

"Why are you trembling? Are you trying to kill me? Are you wavering? Do you want me to help you?" His voice was like a fine wine, with a seductive quality. "You're not just bluffing, are you?"

"I'm not! I didn't!"

You deny it, but as you speak, a new idea comes to you.

You grabbed the pistol before the red and black energy wrapped around your hands.

Seeing your actions, he gave you a knowing look and chuckled, "What, not going to act anymore?"

His large hand wrapped around your wrist, moving the gun toward his heart.

He said in a seductive voice, "That's right, that's exactly it. You owe me a final bow that's more grand than death."

But at that moment, you reached out your left hand and pressed it tightly against his chest before the gun barrel arrived. The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of your hand.

You looked into his eyes and said solemnly, "If you insist on firing this shot, I'll go with you."

Qin Che was completely taken aback by your actions. He was stunned for a moment before frowning slightly.

He immediately activated his evol, attempting to remove your obstructive hand.

You used all your strength, desperately unwilling to move that hand.

Your slightly trembling body and rapidly rising heart rate betray your nervousness.

He amplified Evol's energy, and you felt as if your bones were about to be crushed by that energy.

But you stubbornly refused to let him have his way, concentrating all your mental energy on your palm.

There, faint golden light even began to emanate.

With that stubborn determination, you vowed to defend Qin Che's flawless pectoral muscles to the death.

Your husband's body is yours, and you won't allow anyone to hurt him, including himself!

You know you're gambling, gambling on his reluctance to let go.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

You're so tense that even breathing becomes difficult, yet you still can't bring yourself to let go of that hand.

He knew perfectly well that there was a huge disparity in strength between you, and at this moment he even began to doubt whether the you he had investigated in his files was the same person standing in front of him.

What kind of willpower did you rely on to resist his evol?

Even through his clothes, he could clearly feel the hand pressing against his chest; it was burning hot.

You gritted your teeth, trembling with pain, yet you still managed to push him a little harder: "The bullet... pierced my metacarpal bone... and reached your heart... Qin Che, guess... how much pain I'm in..."

Cold sweat quickly trickled down your forehead, dripping onto his black shirt and disappearing.

"What are you... hesitating for...? Shoot!"

He didn't answer, he just looked at you quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

at last.

He spoke.

"Ha...you win."

Qin Che chuckled softly, and you felt your hand loosen as his Evol dissipated in the twilight.

All the resentment in your body transformed into a surge of energy, and you threw the gun away without hesitation.

"boom!"

The pistol struck the wall on one side and shattered into pieces.

Exhausted, you felt dizzy and collapsed onto Qin Che's chest, feeling utterly drained.

Before you closed your eyes, he heard you murmur a whisper so faint it was almost inaudible:

"No...it hurts..."

He stood there stunned for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

He gently strokes your cheek, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Although your body is unconscious, your instincts are terrifying; you can still pinpoint the exact location.

Your head rests on his 109cm chest, broad, strong, and springy.

Your hands just happened to wrap around his lean waist.

Very well, you finally got to eat the tofu.