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

"Where are we going now?" You lay on Qin Che's back, listening to the wind whistling past your ears.

The intense battle just now, the surge of adrenaline, is still making your heart pound.

"Go home." Qin Che's firm and powerful words rang out.

"Go home?" You looked up from behind him, slightly puzzled.

Just then, the sound of a massive engine, impossible to ignore, came from the sky.

As you look up, the black dot in the sky gets closer and closer to you.

!!!

It was Qin Che's plane!

"So you were prepared all along!" You punched Qin Che on the back, annoyed that he hadn't told you sooner, making you worry about how to get back.

"It's not too late for you to know now." Qin Che tightened the throttle, and the motorcycle continued to speed along.

"How are we going to get up there? There doesn't seem to be a runway nearby where we can land."

You clung tightly to Qin Che's back, your voice completely drowned out by the wind, and you didn't know if he heard you.

"Don't land, hold on tight." Qin Che's voice boomed in my ears amidst the roar of the engine.

Before the words were even finished, the car suddenly shuddered violently, and the muddy road a hundred meters ahead was being replaced by black and red energy.

The energy condensed in the air into a towering ramp.

The motorcycle shot up the slope like an arrow, its tires rubbing violently against the energy ramp, sending up blue sparks.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over you instantly, and you instinctively buried your face in Qin Che's back, your arms feeling slightly numb from the force.

His nasal passages were filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, yet it gave you a strange sense of peace.

The wind howled in my ears, almost tearing my eardrums. In my blurry vision, the small passenger plane was getting closer and closer, and the red signal lights at the tail of the cabin were flashing incessantly in the air.

When the motorcycle was less than 100 meters away from the passenger plane, Qin Che suddenly twisted the handlebars, and the motorcycle drew a perfect semi-circular arc in the air.

The strong centrifugal force flung you forward, and you tightened your arms to hug Qin Che, your nails almost digging into your own flesh.

The next second, the motorcycle slammed into the open rear hatch, the loud bang of metal hitting metal making your ears ring.

The cabin door slammed shut behind us, sending the entire cabin trembling.

The motorcycle was stopped in the center of the cabin, its engine emitting a dying wail, sparks constantly flying from the point of contact between the wheels and the ground, leaving charred marks on the floor and filling the cabin with a strong smell of burning.

"Boss, if you hug me any tighter, you'll strangle me!" Xue Ming said, enjoying the spectacle.

"Nonsense! Boss wouldn't be strangled so easily!" Xue Ying didn't care about his boss's physical condition. He squatted down, looked at the nearly wrecked motorcycle, and commented, "This is the motorcycle. When has the boss ever ridden such an outdated thing?"

Hearing this, Xue Ming became interested and quickly squeezed next to Xue Ying. The two squatted together and whispered to each other.

Qin Che rolled his eyes at the two idiots, and as he got out of the car, he turned around and pulled you into his arms.

"If you don't want it to explode on the plane, get rid of this car quickly." Qin Che left only these words before carrying you out of the rear cabin.

You finally snapped out of your daze after what had just happened.

You wrapped your arms around Qin Che's neck and buried your face in his chest.

Oh my god, this is so exciting!!!

Oh, your poor heart!

It seems there's still room for improvement...