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

Qin Che gave a soft snort and did not reply.

"Oh dear, it's not that I don't want you to meet my colleague, it's just that it's so cold, I don't want you running around like that, it breaks my heart." You took a tissue from the table and pretended to wipe his mouth.

"Hmph... You're pretending to feel sorry for me, but you're really worried that no one will take care of your pigeons while I'm out."

Your hands paused, and Yan Yan said somewhat guiltily, "It's all true, it's all true, oh dear, Qin Che~~~~~ Oh right! I just remembered, I still need to pack my luggage for the business trip."

You dragged out the last syllable; quickly change the subject.

You lifted your foot and jumped off Qin Che's lap.

Qin Che, however, reacted swiftly, grabbing the back of your collar. "What's the rush? Don't you want your pigeons? Aren't you afraid the chefs at the base will mistake them for ingredients if you leave them on the table..."

"Okay, that's enough, I understand." You turned around and covered his mouth with your hand, giving him a warning look as well.

"I'm going to pack my bags, so don't say anything, or I can't guarantee I won't get angry!"

You picked up the cardboard box on the table and left the restaurant quickly without waiting for Qin Che.

In the bedroom.

"This one, and this one too, and grab another scarf, oh right, and gloves... wait, I haven't seen this sweater before, did you buy me new clothes again? I'll wear it, and this coat looks new too, it's nice! I'll wear it..."

Looking at your suitcase, which is about 80% full, you stroke your chin and think about what else you might have forgotten to take.

Just then, Qin Che, who had been reading a book on the sofa, walked over. He only glanced at your suitcase twice before sitting back down.

Just as you were about to mutter something to him, a blackish-red mist opened the drawer of the locker, and several items floated out.

Seeing those things fly to your hand and fall into your suitcase, you slap your forehead and realize that this important thing is true: "I almost forgot, thank goodness you remembered it for me."

"Take your medicine if it hurts, don't push yourself." A deep male voice drifted from the sofa.

You held the box of ibuprofen in your hand, looked up and met Qin Che's red eyes: "Yeah, it wasn't very painful the last few times I came, and I haven't been eating anything indiscriminately lately, so don't worry."

"As long as you're alright, you can eat whatever you want. The medicine is just in case."

You stuffed the medicine and hygiene products into your suitcase and immediately floated in front of Qin Che.

You deftly pushed aside Qin Che's hand holding the book, sidled up to him, and called out, "Qin Che~~~~~~~"

"Hmm? What do you need to tell me now? Is it that I'm not allowed to steal the ice cream you put in the fridge? Or is it that I absolutely have to take good care of the pigeons you found?"

"Hmm↗↘↗~~~ Neither!" You hooked your arm around his neck and leaned close to his cheek, breathing warm air into his ear with a smile. "Since... shouldn't we hurry up and make the most of this time..."

Qin Che tossed aside the heavy book in his hand, his large, calloused hand slipping from under your clothes to caress your lower back: "Hmm? Aren't you going to unpack your luggage?"

Your lips brushed against his earlobe, your nimble tongue tracing its path, and you whispered seductively, "I'm all ready. Now it's time to 'get rid of' you..."

Qin Che smirked, lifted you up, and strode towards the bathroom.

"Okay, I'll listen to you and hurry up..."