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

Inside the boxing ring, warm yellow lights softly bathed the ground, and the air was faintly mixed with the smell of leather and a sharp aura unique to Qin Che.

You've changed into the new sportswear Qin Che bought for you, and you're standing side by side with Qin Che in his red and white sportswear on the boxing ring: "Warm up your joints first to avoid injury."

You nodded in agreement, and together with him, you began to rotate your wrists and ankles...

During the warm-up, you naturally didn't forget to admire Qin Che.

Tsk tsk tsk...

This tracksuit is really...

The last time I saw him was when I went to watch his boxing match.

I was so worried about him getting hurt that I didn't have a chance to properly appreciate it.

His red, tight-fitting vest accentuated his perfect muscle definition.

The white athletic shorts were fitted and had an arc-shaped cutout on each side.

It made the muscles deep in the thighs appear and disappear.

Speaking of white, its ability to make things appear larger goes without saying.

Tsk tsk tsk...

Sha Sha...

"What are you thinking about?"

A sudden, deep male voice interrupted your increasingly erratic train of thought.

"N-nothing... I was just warming up." Your eyes darted around, and you answered with obvious guilt.

"Well, if you say so, then it is..."

Qin Che raised an eyebrow slightly, surprisingly not exposing you on the spot. He swayed his neck slightly from side to side a few times, and a slight "crackling" sound came from his joints.

After finishing his warm-up, Qin Che stopped what he was doing and punched you with his gloved hand.

"Ready? Shall we begin? Let's see if you've been slacking off lately..."

"Come on, just you wait and see." You waved at him, raising an eyebrow with a hint of provocation.

The battle was intense; you couldn't afford to relax for even a second.

As time went on, you gradually lost ground.

But you fought harder and harder, and you didn't want to admit defeat easily.

"I'll give you one hand."

"You underestimate me? Fine, I won't stand on ceremony with you." You threw a hook punch, which narrowly grazed Qin Che's cheek.

After Qin Che dodged precisely, his panting laughter echoed throughout the entire venue.

You were slightly out of breath, your chest heaving, kneeling on either side of his waist. You poked the chest of the man lying beneath you with your boxing gloves, a mocking smile playing on your lips. "Weren't you just bragging about giving me a handicap...? What, still bragging?! Who's gotten so sluggish on vacation? Hmm? You're not impressed!"

The sweat on Qin Che's chest reflected a faint light, and his chest heaved violently.

A low chuckle escaped his throat, but he made no further attempt to struggle. He relaxed his body, helplessly spreading his hands, and said with a wry smile, "It's me, I admit defeat..."

Upon hearing this, you immediately perked up, your eyes shining as you said, "Since you admit defeat, then the task of making dinner is yours."

Qin Che raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on his lips, and looked at you with interest: "You went to all that trouble to beat me, just for this? For a moment, I can't tell whether your determination to win is stronger, or your obsession with food is deeper."

"What, do you expect me to make some 'unreasonable' demands?" You skillfully bit off the boxing gloves on your hands and casually tossed them aside.