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

"What it means... I understand, what I mean... you understand too~" You swayed against his neck, your nose brushing against his chin, your voice as sweet as freshly made cherry wine, "We both understand~~~"

The twilight spread across the windowpane, as if by prior arrangement, you tacitly cherish all the small intersections in your lives.

These seemingly trivial matters, in the eyes of others, ferment into amber over time, sealed away in a certain unspoken dusk.

You don't care whether these "traces" are left through childish bickering or something else; it's all irrelevant to you.

After all, as long as this mark exists, at some point in the future, one can follow its lines and glimpse each other's outlines deep in their memories.

Just as you were pondering this thought after realizing it, Qin Che suddenly turned around, picked you up, and walked towards the living room.

The living room, which had been blocked from view, suddenly unfolded before my eyes.

After the two houses were combined, not only did the bedroom appear much more spacious, but the living room also became twice as spacious as before.

As dusk seeped through the French windows, it cast a soft glow across the light-colored floor, where the newly replaced sofa sank into a comfortable curve.

Qin Che sat in the center of the sofa, while you sat comfortably on his lap, your knees against the edge of the sofa.

His arms around your waist suddenly tightened, his warm palms gently moving up your spine and finally covering your burning cheeks.

He brushed his fingertips against your trembling eyelashes, staring intently at you, his eyes filled with the shattered twilight, looking at you again and again.

You shrank back a little, and just as you moved away, he gently grabbed your chin.

His knuckles pulled you back with an irresistible force, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, your nose brushing against the bridge of his high nose.

"What are you doing?" Your voice was still tinged with lingering shock.

Qin Che gently lifted your chin and leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your lips, his voice tinged with a mischievous smile: "Hmm... I understand, someone was saying I look like a puppy."

You smiled, amused by his words, and while he was talking, you tilted your head back slightly and quickly touched his cool lips.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it leaves only a fleeting, warm sensation.

“Besides being like a puppy,” you drawled, your fingertips tracing down his straight nose, “you’re also like me playing Jenga in your house.”

I want to take over your world.

I also want to be invaded by your world.

Qin Che seemed somewhat unsatisfied with this fleeting kiss.

As he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and deepened the kiss.

He didn't use force immediately, but gently rubbed the spot you had just touched with his lips.

It carried a faint, warm scent.

In the instant your breath caught in your throat, his kiss suddenly became urgent.

Carefully pry open your lips, and explore with an irresistible possessiveness.

His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you completely into his embrace.

You can clearly feel the steady heartbeat in his chest, overlapping with your own drumming heartbeat.

Your fingers, resting on his shoulder, unconsciously tightened around the fabric of his shirt.

A restrained kiss gradually grew from gentle to burning hot.

As our breaths intertwine, it's as if I'm savoring a glass of sweet and mellow wine.

His fingers, which were gripping your chin, loosened slightly and began to gently caress it. His other hand slipped through your hair and pressed against the back of your neck to prevent you from escaping, as if he wanted to embed this belated kiss into each other's breath.