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

Chapter 782 The Cage of Innocence 22

Qin Che chuckled softly, withdrawing his hand to rest his chin: "After disappearing for so long, we've finally reunited. Why aren't you happy? There's a saying, 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' We're practically family now. Wasting this time after our reunion might make you regret it later..."

One of their own? Thinking about how this person disappeared for several years and then transformed into a "big shot" feared by both the legitimate and criminal worlds, well, you admit that developing your career is indeed important, but couldn't they have at least given you a heads-up? Are you untrustworthy, or are you getting in his way?

An inexplicable surge of anger rushed to his head.

"Whether I regret it or not, I don't know yet. But I can't tell if you consider me one of your own." You glanced at him and said through gritted teeth.

Qin Che raised an eyebrow and readily changed his words: "Then let me add something: former comrades."

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear, "My 'own person,' she not only emptied my safe, but also bought me a huge personal accident insurance policy."

You jerked the steering wheel, and the car traced an arc on the dilapidated street.

“You left without a word, and your fate is unknown! I have to make plans for the rest of my life.” You gripped the steering wheel skillfully, making a smooth drift, and continued, “But if you help me catch Tartarus this time…” You turned your head, a sly glint in your eyes, “I’m not a greedy person. How about we split it 50/50, the old way?”

There was a two-second silence in the carriage. Qin Che suddenly chuckled and reached out to ruffle your hair, the movement as natural as if they had never been apart before: "Truly, the student has surpassed the master."

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The bathroom was filled with steam, and water poured over Qin Che's muscular body, washing away the sticky feeling from the dungeon.

Hot water meandered down the muscle grooves, gathering into a thin stream at the waistline, carrying delicate bubbles of shower gel as it fell into the drain.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, and the water droplets hanging on his eyelashes rolled down, splashing onto the hollow of his collarbone and spreading out a water stain.

Hot water soaked through his hair, and his wet white hair clung to his forehead, obscuring his usually sharp, hawk-like red eyes.

The mirror was covered with a thick layer of condensation, vaguely reflecting his taut jawline.

The sound of water hitting the tiles, carrying a damp warmth, was suddenly broken by a "squeak," creating abrupt ripples in the steam.

When the door was suddenly pushed open, a cool breeze from the corridor rushed in.

Before the misty fog could make out the person's outline, a soft body had already crashed straight into them.

A dull thud followed, the aching pain of my back hitting the tiles.

Qin Che's expression showed no sign of pain; in fact, it even held a faint smile.

He braced himself against the cold wall with one hand to maintain his balance, while his other hand was already firmly gripping your waist.

The warmth of his palms traveled through your skin to your whole body, and he subconsciously lifted you up a little.

Before the low moan from his throat could even escape his lips, a pair of soft lips had already covered his. A touch of impulsive eagerness met his gentle warmth on his lips.

The restlessness and sudden heartbeat from before were now gently soothed by the warm steam in the bathroom.

The rising steam enveloped their touching lips and teeth, softening all the unspoken emotions...