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

Your fingertips touched his warm palm, and you playfully pulled his hand to your cheek, rubbing your face against the back of his hand: "By the way, the whole of Lingkong is celebrating the new mayor's inauguration today~ Are we the only two who'll be sneaking off to watch a movie?"

You glanced at the red-lit screen in the distance, then turned back to Qin Che's face.

It didn't forget to stretch its claws forward and grab the popcorn in the box between the two of them.

Your fingertips suddenly bumped into another warm fingertip, and you both paused for a moment.

Their touching fingertips paused in mid-air, carrying the sweet scent of popcorn.

Qin Che turned his head again at that moment, his gaze falling on your touching hands.

You winked at him, gave him a sly smile, and drew out your voice with a hint of coquettishness: "Oh dear, Qin Che, you're still talking about me. I don't think your mind is on the movie either."

He simply turned completely to the side, casually resting one hand on the steering wheel, and so the two of you were openly staring at each other.

The air inside the carriage gradually became hot and dry, and even the cold air from the air conditioner seemed unable to quell the silently spreading ambiguity.

Qin Che's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he broke the dry atmosphere by speaking first: "This game is nearing its end. How does it feel?"

You cleared your throat, fumbled in your pocket for a moment, and pulled out a long, black feather: "A little reluctant, aren't you? Oh, right, I also prepared a little 'graduation' gift for you."

When you handed him the feather, Qin Che reached out and took it, pinching the quill with his thumb and forefinger and twisting it back and forth. The dark feathers shimmered with iridescent colors in the light and shadow of the carriage, like a shattered night sky.

"Did the bird we rescue give it to you?" He looked up at you, his eyelashes casting faint shadows under his eyelids.

You nodded vigorously, your voice tinged with excitement at the end: "Mmm."

Qin Che stroked the downy feathers at the base of the feathers: "Oh, it seems it likes you quite a bit."

“But I want to give it to you.” You suddenly leaned closer, your knees almost touching his seat. “After all, someone once saved me.” You paused, your fingertips lightly tapping the back of his hand holding the feather. “Whether in reality or in the game, you always make such a magnificent and handsome entrance to rescue me from my predicament, so handsome that it’s impossible to look away.”

Qin Che chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through the seat.

You always have this straightforward, superficial yet genuine praise on your lips without reservation.

"Do you know what it means when a bird gives you a feather?" He suddenly leaned forward, the tip of the feather gently brushing against the back of your hand, bringing a slight ticklish shiver.

You winked at him, a sly smile on your face: "And you know what?"

"That's why I'm accepting it, knowing it's my reason." He answered calmly, his fingertips suddenly flipping, and in the instant their hands clasped, the feather was caught between your palms.

As the movie's ending theme music played, you all turned to look at the screen, where the male and female leads were flooring the accelerator, the sports car's taillights leaving two scarlet streaks on the dark road like endless shooting stars.

"Shall we go back too?" He turned his head to look at you, his words carrying a double meaning.

"it is good!"

Amidst the roar of the engine, you see the screen in the rearview mirror gradually shrink, while the wind from the road ahead blows through the car window, carrying the breath of freedom.