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

As you were saying this, you were about to run away. Unfortunately, you had only taken half a step when you suddenly felt a warm force on your wrist.

Qin Che's well-defined fingers gripped your wrist tightly, and with a gentle pull, you fell back into his lap.

A warm orange segment is placed against your lips.

"What is this? Are you trying to bribe me?" You asked, your mouth full of orange, your words muffled, as you deliberately bit his fingertip lightly with your teeth.

"You can interpret it that way if you want." He chuckled, his hot breath brushing against your ear, and pulled you closer. "But my bribe can't be as simple as just two slices of orange."

The last syllable of his voice still lingered in the air when his well-defined fingers gripped the back of your neck, the warmth emanating from his fingertips exceptionally clear.

The refreshing scent of citrus accompanies the warm lips as they gently touch the corners of your lips, with a tentative, light peck.

And the moment you slightly parted your lips to meet his, he became domineering and passionate.

Qin Che's tongue parted your slightly parted lips and teeth, and the lingering sweet and sour orange flavor burst between your teeth, mixing with Qin Che's unique scent and turning into a dizzying honey.

He held you completely in his arms, his fingertips, scented with the fresh scent of orange peel, caressing your burning cheeks, the rough texture creating a fatal contrast with his soft lips and tongue.

His breathing gradually became erratic, and his heartbeat became deafening.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. After what felt like an eternity, he finally released your lips and withdrew.

The lingering sweet and sour flavors, along with the tingling sensation, exploded and coated his glistening lips with an amber hue.

Qin Che's eyes seemed to burn with intense flames, yet also held an unyielding tenderness, as if he wanted to drown you in this bottomless, blood-red pool.

You quickly took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your heart which was pounding in your chest. Your lips unconsciously darted out, and your tongue licked the lingering warmth from the corner of your mouth.

Perhaps because he kissed her so hard, even the tip of her tongue still felt a slight stinging sensation.

He lowered his gaze to your reddened lips and chuckled softly, as if drawn by your unintentional little movements. The sound of his Adam's apple bobbing could be clearly heard: "Are you satisfied with this bribe?"

You suppressed the urge to smile, cupped his cheeks, and rubbed his lips, which you couldn't get enough of kissing, a couple more times: "Okay~~ I have a weak will, so I'll accept your bribe."

Qin Che's eyes held a clear smile as he gently stroked your flushed lips with his thumb. "Oh? I get the feeling you're quite satisfied, and want to do it again..."

You tilted your head back, still wanting more, and gave him another big kiss on the lips: "Okay, one last time, will this ever end! Are we ever going to finish making this orange lamp?!"

"Do......"

Someone made a double entendre, and you glared at him, baring your teeth as you pinched his arm.

Qin Che winced in pain, exaggeratingly frowning: "That little cat of yours really is a double standard, allowing officials to set fires while forbidding commoners to light lamps. I said I'd make orange lanterns, and what the hell are you thinking now...?"

You brandish your claws and shout: "@￥%……&*!!"

His red eyes smiled: "I understood the vulgar insults."

A light snow began to fall outside the window, reflecting the warm orange light inside the room.

After a fierce "orange battle," several crooked orange lamps were finally born.

You stand side by side at the entrance to the dark spot, and hang the orange lamp next to the lantern.

The warm yellow lights intertwined, casting a gentle glow on each other's faces, as if the whole winter had been contained within these small orange lanterns, heralding a new year of good fortune and happiness.