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

"Weren't we just talking about hunting? Continue... I want to hear... how you usually... make me willingly... fall into your trap..."

"Since the kitten is so humble in asking for advice, I will naturally teach it everything I know..." Qin Che's nose gently brushed against your skin, and his poetic lips caressed your flushed cheeks. "To firmly grasp the prey, first... you must make him lower his guard and get used to your intrusion."

Warm lips traced along your jawline: "Tell him...everything you want, and then reward him when he does well..."

"Finally... appropriately expose your weaknesses to him, let him think that you depend on him." He opened his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at the skin above your collarbone. "That way, every time he leaves you, he'll feel guilty..."

"I would willingly give you everything I have..."

A tingling, numb sensation spread throughout my body...

"I'll give you everything you want..."

A shiver ran down your spine to the back of your neck. You gripped his shoulders tightly and buried your burning cheeks in his sweaty chest.

A low, husky laugh came from above, the vibration traveling from your chest to your palm, like the triumphant satisfaction of a predator confirming a successful hunt.

His crimson eyes swept over your lower body, his tone laced with feigned regret: "This >, < &*^.....I'm afraid it's unusable. Shall we get another one?"

"Qin! Che!"

Who was it that just said there was only one blanket left?!

Forehead......

No! That's not the point...

Your fingertips trembled as you pushed his shoulder, but the strength in your wrist was weak and powerless. Yet, you still managed to suppress a bit of bravado in your breath, trying to regain some control in this drowning.

Qin Che chuckled softly, his fingertip tracing your reddened earlobe: "When a kitten shows its claws, it should first check if its tail is still wagging..."

He gripped your strength as you tried to retreat, his hot, humid breath pressing down on you.

"Your competitiveness...does it really have to be used at a time like this?" The touch of their lips carried an irresistible sense of possessiveness, a mixture of soothing and punishment. "Not this time..."

The rain outside suddenly intensified, weaving a gray curtain on the glass windows.

The rain is getting heavier...

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The world war is over.

You were carried to the bathroom by Qin Che like a dead pig.

You secretly wonder: Are you sure this guy has been running around for the past three days?

what happened!

You're the one who should be resting and recuperating at home.

He was the one who did the work just now.

How come it's still like this in the end?

Qin Che's quilt must be a ginseng spirit, right?

Otherwise, how could this guy always have so much energy...?

After you finished washing up, Qin Che held you and sat you on the sofa.

The hairdryer was whirring beside your ear, and you were leaning on his shoulder, your fingers idly playing with the ends of his hair.

"It's dry. Are you going to sleep?" Qin Che turned off the hairdryer and said to you, who was leaning against him and dozing off.

"Hmm↗↘↗" You shake your head...