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

After leaving the game room, you sprawled out on the sofa in your bedroom: "After playing this game for so long, it's suddenly coming to an end. I feel a little sad."

"We can just replay it when we have time. Maybe there are other ways to complete it?" Qin Che walked naturally to your side, lifted one of your legs, turned around and sat on the sofa, then put that leg on himself.

“That makes sense.” You nodded in agreement, then, after thinking for a moment, you took out your phone from your pocket and started searching the game’s forum. “Let me see how much discussion this game is getting online, and if any other players have posted alternative endings.”

However, you, who were having a great time browsing the forum, suddenly saw something and your face fell.

"What's wrong? Did you see something offensive?" Qin Che's large hand covered your calf, his fingertips gently caressing your delicate skin.

You remain silent, but your fingers fly across the screen.

The video audio flashes for two seconds, then you quickly turn it off.

Those bright eyes stared unblinkingly at the screen, their pupils trembling slightly, paired with their tightly furrowed brows.

My initial assessment is that they were reading a captivating passage of text.

Qin Che didn't ask any more questions, he just looked at you seriously.

After all, in Qin Che's eyes, everything his kitten did was so lively and adorable.

Finally, you closed your eyes tightly, threw your phone aside, and leaped into Qin Che's arms.

Qin Che found it somewhat amusing. He gently patted your back, and only one soft "Hmm?" escaped his throat.

You wrapped your arms around Qin Che's neck and buried your face in his neck.

Take a deep breath.

After a top-notch lung gulp, you exhale heavily.

It seems like things have calmed down a bit.

You uttered a muffled sound, your lips still brushing against the nape of his neck: "I saw a tragic ending, and it's a bit of a blow to me."

"It's not our ending, no need to take it so personally." Qin Che didn't mind your overreaction, he ruffled your hair at the back of your head with his large hand, his comforting tone tinged with affection.

"Yeah, it's just that I'm not feeling well, and I need a kiss to comfort my wounded little heart." You lifted your head from Qin Che's embrace, blinked your big eyes, and looked at him with teary eyes.

Qin Che didn't move. He curled his lips into a smile, closed his eyes, and adopted a posture of being at the mercy of others.

Suddenly, you grinned, a sly glint in your eyes. You grabbed Qin Che by the back of the neck with your left hand, pulled him forward with a bit of force, and then kissed his beautiful, moist lips.

It then abruptly retreated, letting out a deafening "mua!"

A soft laugh escaped Qin Che's throat. He raised his hand and wiped his damp lips, his fingertips inadvertently tracing the spot you had just ravaged. His words were filled with an unyielding helplessness and doting: "Are you happy now that you've smeared my face with saliva?"

"You're wronging me! You're blaming me!" You glared at him angrily, grabbed his shirt with your right hand and yanked it hard, then threw yourself into his arms.

Her knee slipped into the gap in the sofa beside him, and she suddenly stuck out her tongue and quickly licked his Adam's apple, like a fierce kitten.

"No! I will remember Teacher Qin's teachings! I cannot be wronged! I must prove this crime!"

You continued to lean forward with great enthusiasm, your nose almost bumping into his chin.