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

In the living room, Qin Che lit the fireplace.

The temperature inside the room began to rise slowly.

Qin Che took off his heavy coat and casually draped it over the back of the sofa: "I'll leave after dawn. You'd better stay here for a while."

You nodded, your gaze following Qin Che's every move: "I know your 'territory' is safe, but as I said, I never like being passive."

"Hmm?" Qin Che looked up and met your eyes.

But you quickly turned your head away.

You can't think about it.

If you say or think too much, this guy will easily discover your plan.

You promptly changed the subject.

"How come there are so many gifts in your villa? Who sent them? Or are you planning to give them to someone?" You pointed to several exquisite gift boxes piled on the ground.

Qin Che took two steps forward and stood in front of the pile of gift boxes, replying, "These were left over from a 'tasting event' I held here a while ago."

Knowing his little hobbies well, you immediately guessed what was in those boxes.

Hmph, they said it was a tasting event, but they didn't tell you anything.

It's definitely not as simple as he says.

You pursed your lips and said, "Well, can I take a look?"

Qin Che beckoned to you: "Come here."

You and Qin Che sat side by side on the carpet in front of the fireplace and began to unpack the pile of gift boxes.

Unboxing blind boxes is so satisfying; it eased some of the anxiety I felt because I knew he was leaving.

"I like this..."

"I like this one too..."

You disassembled two vintage standard-issue handguns, admiring them in your hands while your mind raced: "Such classic designs, you rarely see guns like these anymore. You really have a lot of good stuff here, Qin Che. Want to have a contest assembling these two antiques?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, your words laced with provocation: "The loser has to answer one question for the other. How about it, are you up for my challenge?"

"..." Qin Che sighed, "You really are persistent..."

You raised your chin and pressed your advantage: "Oh my, judging from your tone... you're already prepared to lose to me?"

Qin Che chuckled softly: "Have I ever told you that I've always liked your determined look?"

As he spoke, he deftly disassembled the gun.

You wink at him playfully and say, "Of course, I'll remember... but you can say it again when I win."

You deftly tidied up the parts, meeting his gaze: "Ready?"

"Ah."

"start!"

At your command, both of them flew their fingers.

"Click."

The final shot of the assembled pistol produced a sound as beautiful as heavenly music.

With the gun barrel pressed against Qin Che's chin, you grinned with an irresistible smile: "I won."

He half-raised his hands, slightly tilted his chin, and looked at you: "I lost. A bet's a bet. What do you want to ask me? Go ahead..."

The flames in the fireplace danced merrily, their orange glow reflecting on Qin Che's face, adding a touch of warmth to his otherwise somewhat stern features.

The firelight, like the warm sun in winter, gently caressed his skin, making his features even more distinct.

You slowly lowered the gun you were pointing at him, suddenly abandoning the question you had originally planned.

"Qin Che."

"Ok?"