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

"Mmm, I'm full." You patted your round belly and replied with a happy expression.

"Take it..."

"Huh? Where to?" you asked, looking up in confusion.

"What, are you planning to keep it for the rest of your life?" Qin Che raised his chin, gesturing for you to look at the ground.

At this moment, the little white dove and Mephistopheles were chasing a green bean around a house, like two overly energetic "free-range chickens".

"Can we send it back to nature in a week?" you asked Qin Che hesitantly.

He tapped the table twice with his long, slender fingers, then turned his head to look at you.

"It could have been done a long time ago, I was just waiting for you to come back."

Qin Che whistled, and the little white dove, which had been playing, only paused for a moment before immediately spreading its wings and flying into Qin Che's hand.

He brought the little white dove that had been perched on his fingertip to you.

"Here, hold it..."

You held the little white dove in your arms, watching it curiously pecking at your sleeve, unaware of what was about to happen, and felt a pang of reluctance.

But birds must yearn for freedom.

It shouldn't be confined to one place because of your selfishness...

Just like the day I found the little white dove, today is also a snowy night.

As soon as you got out of Qin Che's car, snowflakes began to fall softly onto your coat.

Looking at the river view of the city center in front of you, the little white dove nestled in your arms, looking radiant.

"Qin Che, why do we have to go so far to release the pigeons?" You tilted your head to look at Qin Che, who was getting out of the driver's seat. "I know, you're not worried that it won't be able to find its way home, are you...?"

"You're going to release a peace dove in area N109? Looks like you really don't want it to live long enough."

The little white dove nestled in your palm seemed to understand; it looked up at you and chirped.

"Cuckoo..."

"Even if it were you, Qin Che, would your pigeons suffer such a fate?"

"..."

After hearing your words, Qin Che was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at you.

"So how do you plan to let others know that those are my pigeons?"

"Yes, that is indeed a difficult problem." You glanced at him somewhat guiltily, not daring to suggest that you also let the pigeon wear a gemstone brooch.

Qin Che smiled slightly, crossed his arms, and leaned against the car door: "I'm suddenly a little curious about what kind of image I have in your mind."

Now that you're talking about this, you get really excited. You raise your eyebrows and list out, "He's basically... a ruthless, decisive, vicious, and cruel leader of the secret service!"

"Hmm?" Qin Che raised an eyebrow, seemingly more interested in your explanation than angry. "Then how dare you let someone like that raise your pigeons?"

"That's because that's all just appearances. In my heart, you are a strong, gentle, reliable, thoughtful, and guiding lover. You are the person I like the most in the whole world, and the most suitable for me."

Qin Che lowered his head, a handsome smile curving his lips: "Gentle, delicate..."

You tilted your head and leaned closer, meeting his red eyes: "Isn't that right? Isn't that right? Don't be so quick to deny it. Didn't you say before that a crow might turn into a dove of peace...? I suddenly think you're absolutely right~~~"

“Mephistopheles doesn’t understand riddles.” Qin Che reached out and pinched your cheek, deliberately misinterpreting your meaning.