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

Qin Che's gaze fell on your face, and the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

Then he subtly moved his fingers.

After holding your breath and carefully observing the area, you gently and slowly placed the wooden strip on top of the building blocks.

The precariously swaying block tower shook slightly, but then regained its balance under your intense gaze.

"See? See? It didn't fall! My technique is still superior!" You grinned, the gloom from before vanished, and a smug smile returned to your face. "Your turn, your turn! Hurry up, Qin Che!"

He slightly curled the corners of his lips, and the moment his well-defined fingers touched the wooden strip, the wooden blocks collided and made a series of crackling sounds.

"I'm down... I've lost this round..."

You looked at the scattered wooden planks on the ground, then looked up at Qin Che.

He was bending over, tidying up the wooden strips, his hair falling down and obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

But you sensed that he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Qin Che, you've already lost, what are you still laughing about?" You lowered your head and moved closer to his face, wanting to see his expression more clearly.

"Falling into the trap you dug is quite a pleasant thing for me, isn't it?" Qin Che replied slowly as he picked up the scattered wooden planks.

"Pfft... You're just trying to coax me!"

You moved forward a little distance, ignoring the wooden strips Qin Che was still holding, and pounced straight at him.

"boom......"

The dark red energy carried the scattered wooden strips back to the tabletop.

Qin Che was pinned down on the sofa by you.

"What's wrong? Not planning to continue playing?" Qin Che patted your back and asked softly.

"I'm not playing anymore, hmph, you'll always let me win anyway, won't you...?"

Qin Che was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly twice: "You found out...Are you unhappy?"

"No."

"Then why are you hugging me so tightly?"

You nestled against Qin Che's chest, rubbing your chin against his shirt, your voice muffled: "No, it's not because of that..."

You were still making excuses, but in your heart you were thinking about that window again, and that inexplicable feeling of unease began to grow in your heart once more.

You don't want the traces of your existence by Qin Che's side to be erased...

"You were laughing so happily just now, why are you so preoccupied now? You're unhappy when you lose, and you're not happy when you win..." Qin Che gently stroked your back, patting it lightly.

"Did I win? You were the one who helped me cheat..." You lifted your face from his chest, pressed your mouth against his shirt collar, and ground your teeth against it without any regard for your image.

Qin Che chuckled at your gesture, and he tapped your forehead: "Then we'll take it on the plane later, I promise I won't cheat again..."

After a moment of contemplation, you slowly replied, "No, I want to leave it here..."

"Ok?"

Before Qin Che could even wonder, you nimbly climbed off him and pulled him up as well.

He grabbed a handful of wooden strips from the table.

You walk into the kitchen, open a drawer, and a wooden stick with the words "Make them laugh" written on it falls deep into the drawer from the Jenga game.

"What are you doing? Playing hide-and-seek now?" Qin Che teased with a smile from behind.