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

The scent of lotion filled the small space, intertwining with his fragrance and enveloping you both. The intimate atmosphere grew increasingly intense, and you stammered, "Satisfied...satisfied..."

"Then, if there's anything else you'd like me to do for you, feel free to ask."

Qin Che stepped back slightly, observing your expression, his words clearly carrying a hidden meaning.

But you don't want to do exactly what he wants.

After a moment of preparation, you met those red eyes, your gaze earnest: "Well, I do have a small request."

"What?" He tilted his head slightly, waiting for your next words.

"Qin Che, it's been so long since I've heard you sing. Could you sing me a song?"

Qin Che, who was focused on applying the freshly squeezed lotion to your calves, paused slightly.

He quickly spread the lotion on your calves: "Get up a little and lean against me."

He moved behind you, pressed your back against his chest, and wrapped his arms around you.

Then, a melodious tune flowed from his throat.

The piece of music had a strange sense of familiarity, but you couldn't quite place where you'd heard it before.

It suits him very well, and it sounds great too.

He continued what he was doing, carefully applying the ointment along your arm.

You gently close your eyes, feeling the heat of his palm radiating from your shoulder to your wrist, burning every inch of your skin.

Qin Che gently rested his chin on the top of your head, and the humming that resonated in his chest became clearer and clearer.

You are in a mysterious and wonderful state.

As you relax more, you drift off to sleep without even realizing it.

Qin Che loosened his grip and looked down to find that the little one in his arms was breathing evenly and had obviously been asleep for a while.

As he shook his head slightly, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Qin Che gently put your pajamas on you, laid you flat, covered you with the blanket, and then lay down beside you.

His gaze fell on your long eyelashes.

One, two, he counted the tiny shadows cast under his eyelids, and before he knew it, drowsiness crept over him.

In the instant your consciousness began to fade, he wrapped his long arm around you and pulled you into his embrace.

Your instincts compel you to bury your face in that comforting, broad chest.

Qin Che gently rested his chin on the top of your head, his breath filled with your scent, and murmured words only he could hear: "Goodnight..."

As night deepened outside the window, moonlight streamed into the room through the slightly open curtains, casting a hazy veil over the tranquil and beautiful scene.

The next day.

The humming continued in my ears.

If you hadn't vaguely reached for your phone to check the time, you would have almost thought time had rewound to last night.

Qin Che wasn't beside you, but his voice clearly told you that he was nearby.

You rubbed your eyes, sat up in bed, and unsteadily got out of bed.

My mind is still a bit muddled.

Did you really fall asleep like that last night?

The nighttime scenes intertwine with your dreams.

The scene of you and Qin Che making love in your dream flashes vividly through your mind.

For a moment, you can't distinguish between reality and dreams.

￥%......&*！ ！

So, no matter what, this whole "sausage and fermentation" thing is bound to happen eventually.

I strongly suspect that Qin Che discovered you were asleep, which disrupted his plans, and then chose to get revenge in your dreams.