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

The plot doesn't explain the route, and you're still wandering around the base in circles.

"Zizzi."

Your phone vibrates, and when you look up, you find it's a message from Qin Che.

Wow! When did we become friends? I have absolutely no recollection of it.

Qin Che: [Do I need a reminder? It's been fifteen minutes.]

You: [I couldn't find my way. It's because this place is so big.]

Qin Che sent a location.

Qin Che: [Follow the prompts.]

You: [Oh no, I went completely the wrong way.]

Qin Che: [Hurry up, my patience is running out.]

You quickened your pace and finally reached the gate of the base exit.

As soon as I went outside, I saw that incredibly cool motorcycle, and a man striking an extremely handsome pose in front of it.

You can't help but chuckle to yourself. He couldn't have just been posing like that for a full fifteen minutes, could he?

You walked slowly; you had drunk quite a bit earlier, and the lingering effects of the alcohol were dispelled by the night breeze.

You look Qin Che up and down, leaning against the motorcycle. His legs, his waist, his inverted triangle shape... *sigh*.

When Qin Che saw that you had finally arrived, he casually tossed the helmet he was holding to you.

But you just held it in your hands and played with it, deliberately delaying the time.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to walk up to you, put it on for you personally, and adjust the buckle for you.

Ah, what a sweet little crow you are.

The helmet restricted your view of Qin Che, so you swayed left and right to try and adjust to it.

Qin Che strode onto the motorcycle and stylishly put on his helmet.

"Get on." His voice, muffled and even more seductive, came through the helmet.

Thinking that you'd be able to touch Qin Che's abs soon, you eagerly got on the back of the motorcycle.

Aren't you going to ask me where I'm going?

You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, while your two restless hands groped around in front of you.

You replied, "Stop talking nonsense. What, I asked, and if I don't want to go, do you think you'd agree?"

But in his heart he thought, "Why is this annoying leather jacket so thick? It's affecting how I feel my abs."

You frantically tested Qin Che's limits, trying to find a gap to reach inside his clothes and search for his eight-pack abs.

"Your hands! Behave yourselves!" His voice was laced with gritted teeth.

You remained unmoved; you had your own rhythm, so mind your own business.

He struggled for a moment, then, realizing the warnings had no effect, he floored the throttle and sped off.

The feeling of weightlessness forces you to hold him tightly, making you lose all interest in those little gestures.

"You're so strong? Loosen your grip a bit."

"No way! There's no speed limit in zone N109. You don't want to see me get thrown off the car and roll for two miles, do you?"

Halfway through the journey, you got used to the speed of the motorcycle, and your hands started to wander again.

You think he can't do anything to you in this situation, but then you find that you suddenly can't move your hand.

That's when you realize he used evol.

Enraged, you yelled, "Qin Che! Let me go! I won't move!"

He coldly replied, "Hmph, your credibility is zero."

Okay, okay, now you clearly realize the difference in strength between the two of you.

You gave up resisting, withdrew all your strength, and lay limply on his back like a dead fish.

The motorcycle came to a sudden stop at the factory gate, and he stylishly flipped off the motorcycle.

You were taken from the car to the ground by his evol.

"If you don't want to suffer, just cooperate obediently in a little while."

You're still angry, stubbornly insisting, "I won't."

His evol energy flows from your hands and around your entire body.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Qin Che! You'll never get a wife if you're this rude!" You said without thinking.

Qin Che looked at you, his face expressionless, and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, it will only hurt more."

He withdrew his evol, turned around, and strode into the factory with an air of indifference: "Follow me."

You took off your helmet and put it back on the motorcycle. You quickened your pace to catch up with him, not forgetting to make a face at his back.

"Who is it..." Upon entering the factory, the boss's voice could be heard coming from inside, "If you want to order something, bring your own core. We don't accept orders that aren't high-risk."

Qin Che strode towards the center of the factory with the gait of a male model you could never tire of looking at.

He casually pulled over a chair, turned around and sat down, his left leg crossed over his shoulder, his posture relaxed.

He picked up the dagger that gleamed with blue light from the table and casually toyed with it between his fingers.