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

Without hesitation, you raised your hand and slapped him on the head.

He blocked your move precisely with a single parry.

Alright! No need to worry about getting killed, I didn't even draw it.

"This is so boring..."

Qin Che grabbed the hand that was sneaking towards his waist again: "You're getting bolder and bolder."

"As you can see, this is my true nature."

"You're like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water," he said nonchalantly.

"Do not abuse violence."

He took the suit jacket from your hand, turned his head to look out the window, and squinted.

"It's dawn, a new day has begun. Let's go, I'll take you home."

"go home?"

You took out your phone and glanced at the time.

Good heavens, it's already this late! I quickly sent a message to Captain Jiang to ask for leave, saying that I was injured on a mission yesterday and would be resting today.

Team Leader Jiang replied quickly, telling you to get some rest.

Qin Che's car is nearby, a short distance from where you live. You're sitting in the back of the car, hugging him, and you just wish it were farther and farther away so you could hug him a little longer.

The car stopped downstairs at your building. Even though you were sure your foot was fine and you could walk, he still decided to take you upstairs.

"Um, would you like to come in and sit for a while?" You stood at the door, about to get him slippers.

I was originally thinking that no matter whether he left or not, I should at least kiss him.

But at that moment, I suddenly felt nauseous in my stomach, and an itchy sensation crept up my throat.

"No, I..."

"boom."

The door was right in front of Qin Che's nose when it was slammed shut.

The moment you closed the door, you covered your mouth and ran towards the bathroom.

"vomit……"

The stomach cramped painfully, but being empty, it could only vomit some yellow fluid that burned its throat.

You press your hand against your stomach in discomfort, thinking to yourself: What a terrible body I am, I'm starving to the point of vomiting.

But then I thought about it again, and it was probably because I hadn't been getting enough rest lately.

Sigh, I just locked Qin Che out like that, I wonder if he's angry.

You had a bit of a headache, so you rinsed your mouth with some water, wiped your mouth casually, and quickly went back to the door, peeking out through the peephole.

The person is no longer here. You rub your aching stomach and lie down weakly on the sofa.

You definitely don't have the energy to get up and cook, so you just take out your phone and order takeout.

I also ordered stomach medicine and melatonin.

I continued to lie on the sofa, replaying the meeting in my mind.

Unpleasant, extremely unpleasant.

Stomach ache, foot ache, headache, heartache, no kissing, no touching, no meeting, bad review!

You're staring blankly at the ceiling, unable to even use your phone, when the doorbell rings, interrupting your thoughts.

Did they arrive so quickly?

You struggled to get up from the sofa.

With a slight bend at the waist, one hand supporting her stomach which was starting to hurt badly again, she opened the door with the other.

call!

You sensed an overwhelming killing intent emanating from the person outside the door.

Your instinctive sense of danger urges you to run, but reason tells you not to run, that you can't escape, and that running will only lead to a worse death.

You stiffly raised your head and met those red eyes.

"Hmph... Is this how you take care of yourself?"

Qin Che held up the two bags in his hand: "The medicine and porridge you ordered."

His sharp gaze makes you not even have the courage to look him in the eye.

"No, it was an accident, let me explain..."

The tension, combined with your already burning stomach, made you lose control and vomit again before you could even finish the next word.

Not only did he vomit, but it also splattered on Qin Che's shoes.

……

Spicy balls!

Now we can proceed directly to the burial plot selection process.