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

However, it seems that CYD received advance intelligence and prepared an impeccable explanation, temporarily silencing the public.

Even more suspiciously, just last night, a sudden fire burned the abandoned experimental building to the ground, and all traces of past experiments and remaining evidence of crimes disappeared in the towering flames.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Destroying the body and covering up the evidence, it seems they've really been pushed to the limit." You took the wine glass he handed you, the ice cubes clinking softly against the glass. You tilted your head and looked at him, "Everyone says the world outside has changed. You wouldn't happen to be that immortal who's about to ascend and undergo tribulation, would you?"

Qin Che leaned against the fireplace, his fingertips tracing the rim of his glass: "Are you a weatherman?"

“After all, the more chaotic the situation, the more someone benefits from it.” You stared into his eyes. “Night Owl” has become almost synonymous with omnipotence lately. Whether it’s legitimate business or shady dealings, he can find a way in there.

The person before me is less a dangerous predator and more a mastermind behind the scenes.

Whether he wanted to save the city or destroy it with his own hands, you could never tell.

With such complex game content, you're not even clear about your ultimate goal.

Let alone Qin Che's.

There is only one thing that is beyond doubt: Qin Che seems to be a superior who controls everything, no matter where he is.

He always handled things with such ease.

Tsk tsk tsk...

Such a man...

I love it to death!! I love it to death!!

"Qin Che, I'm a little curious, will there ever come a day when you stand on the opposite side of me?" You lay sprawled on the sofa in an extremely lazy posture, not forgetting to bring the glass of whiskey in your hand to your lips and take a sip, imagining that possibility.

He muttered under his breath, "Ugh, it smells like paint, doesn't taste good..."

Qin Che looked up at your face, which was scrunched up, and smiled as he took the cup from your hand: "Didn't I teach you not to make meaningless assumptions? And if you don't like something, don't do it. Always put yourself first and make choices that make you happy."

"Hmm...that makes perfect sense." You suddenly tilted your head back, your eyes sparkling with amusement, and you opened your arms wide, your meaning crystal clear.

Qin Che put down his wine glass, and as he leaned forward, his shadow instantly enveloped you: "Did you really listen?"

“Absolutely true!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him. “I will always stand by you. This is the choice that makes me happiest.”

Qin Che remained silent, his crimson eyes fixed intently on the person in his arms, lost in thought.

Your mind raced, and you made a microphone with your thumb and forefinger, holding it to his lips. The smile in your eyes eased the sticky atmosphere from before: "So, here's the question, Mr. Qin~" You deliberately dragged out the last syllable, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "If it were you, how long would it take to destroy Lin Kong?"

Qin Che smiled and looked steadily at you.

"ten."

"Ten? Ten months? Ten weeks? Or ten days?" you pressed.

"Nine, eight, seven..." He suddenly began to count down, his tone calm and without a trace of emotion.

"Wait! Stop talking!"

You abruptly pulled your hand back, but didn't forget to throw a punch at his chest.

Impressed!

You've given in, okay?