My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 10

Meng Hemian plucked a stalk of Timothy hay from a flowerpot and wove it into a circular ring, slipping it over the little rabbit’s neck.

She hooked her finger through the grass ring, asking, “The other rabbits are all ignoring me. Do you have any idea why?”

Wen Shuyao numbly bit through the grass ring, munching with a crunch-crunch sound.

Of course they won’t pay attention to you. She had already told all the rabbits that Meng Hemian was the human she had her eyes on, none of them were allowed to approach or nuzzle her!

“Why aren’t you running away?”

Meng Hemian propped up her head, gently pinching the little rabbit’s plump cheeks.

Disliking being disturbed while eating, Wen Shuyao turned around and presented her backside to her.

She hadn’t expected Meng Hemian to be bored enough to pick her up and carry her back, tapping on the fence: “How did you escape? Come on, show me one more time.”

Wen Shuyao: “…”

Had Meng Hemian forgotten that a little rabbit can’t understand human speech?

She didn’t really want to deal with the woman, so after grooming her face, she crouched on the ground, pretending to be an ordinary little loaf of bread.

Meng Hemian reached out, smoothing the fur from the rabbit’s head all the way down to its white tail.

The sunlight fell in scattered patches, warming the rabbit until it felt like soft, melting butter. Her fingers buried deep into the rabbit’s fur, as if she could feel the vigorous vitality within.

Buzz…

The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated, and Meng Hemian had to stop to answer the call.

Wen Shuyao, who had been enjoying the meticulous stroking, was left hanging.

Why did she stop? This half-finished feeling is so uncomfortable.

What is Meng Hemian doing? I really want her to keep petting me… Too lazy to stand on her tiptoes, she pressed herself against a gap in the fence to listen.

It was an unfamiliar male voice, sounding somewhat older: “You’re back in Jianglou? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Meng Hemian: “There was no need.”

She stood in the sunlight, yet she seemed out of place with her surroundings, just as she had been when she first arrived at Jianglou.

“Then come home, let’s have a good talk, Xiao Mian.”

Xiao Mian. Wen Shuyao snapped out of her daze. What kind of person would use such an intimate nickname?

Even she didn’t dare call her that!

Meng Hemian curled her lips into a half-smile that didn’t reach her eyes: “What is there to talk about?”

This was a side of Meng Hemian that Wen Shuyao had never seen. Stripped of her icy outer shell, the inside was full of sharp thorns.

“Meng Hemian…”

Before the person on the other end could finish, Meng Hemian cut the call.

She put down her phone and crouched in front of the rabbit enclosure, her beautiful eyes staring straight ahead. However, her gaze was vacant, she wasn’t looking at anything.

The other rabbits in the pen stayed far away, leaving only “Little Bread” to poke its head out, seemingly wanting to escape again.

Meng Hemian’s voice was muffled: “Since you love running around so much, maybe I shouldn’t have brought you home.”

Yet, in the next second, the little rabbit stood up and jumped straight over the fence, landing with a soft thump.

She realized: “Oh, so that’s how you do it.”

The round rabbit trotted over to her feet, actively stuffing its head into her hanging hand.

Meng Hemian kept her eyes lowered, appearing unmoved.

So, Wen Shuyao rubbed against her back and forth, almost saying directly: Please, please, pet me again.

She had said before that she preferred being a free human who could eat whatever she wanted, but right now, she liked Meng Hemian even more.

The little rabbit was trying so hard to beg for pets that Meng Hemian found it difficult to maintain her reserve.

With a flip of her hand, she rolled the little rabbit over, exposing its snowy-white, soft belly, and then unceremoniously began to rub it vigorously.

After this round of rubbing, Meng Hemian was satisfied, while Wen Shuyao was left in a daze.

“Little Bread,” Meng Hemian scratched the rabbit’s chin and suddenly spoke: “Actually, I don’t have a home in Jianglou. In Yaocheng…”

“I have even less of one.”

She had always been alone.

The little rabbit looked up blankly, seeing only Meng Hemian’s solitary silhouette as she walked away.

Wen Shuyao felt a bit uneasy and subconsciously wanted to follow to see what Meng Hemian was doing.

After only a few steps, Meng Hemian returned, carrying that familiar iron hammer and wooden boards.

She crouched in front of the bewildered rabbit, skillfully increasing the height of the fence.

All the other rabbits retreated in terror, but she looked quite happy, the corners of her mouth curling upward.

Wen Shuyao: “…”

Too wicked! How can there be such a bad person, actually trying to lock a rabbit up!

Wen Shuyao tried to tug at Meng Hemian’s pant leg to stop her, but she was gently pushed aside.

After finishing the “patchwork” on the fence, Meng Hemian pulled out a hand saw, creating a floor full of sawdust.

With iron nails, a screwdriver, and some old hinges left over from a previous window repair, Meng Hemian spent the afternoon clink-clanking away. Finally, she successfully installed a small door at the bottom of the fence.

It was palm-sized, just enough for one little rabbit to pass through.

Meng Hemian pushed the rabbit inside to test the size, it was a bit wide, so it wouldn’t be a problem even if the rabbit gained some weight.

She looked down at the dazed rabbit on the ground.

“There, now I don’t have to worry about you getting stuck in a gap or hurting yourself by hitting the fence.”

Wen Shuyao twitched her short ears. She felt as if she had been stuffed with a large piece of sweet honey cake, her body was soft, and her heart even more so.

She had misjudged Meng Hemian. Meng Hemian was truly a very, very good person.

She must make sure Meng Hemian takes her home!

After fixing the fence and confirming there was plenty of food and water in the enclosure, Meng Hemian went back to her room to rest.

She didn’t come downstairs until Wen Shuyao “returned home.”

Wen Shuyao’s outfits changed twice a day. In the morning, she left wearing a modest beige long dress, but when she returned, she had changed into a backless tube top and shorts.

She naturally tied an apron around her waist. Beneath the domestic apron was a pair of long, white legs.

Meng Hemian leaned against the kitchen doorframe, taking a sip of tea. Her mind uncontrollably drifted back to that black collar.

Why is this person’s style so… varied?

“You don’t look very happy today. Did something happen?”

Wen Shuyao’s sweet voice rang in her ear, and Meng Hemian suddenly snapped back to reality.

She replied nonchalantly, “No.”

There were some secrets she could tell a rabbit, but not Wen Shuyao.

“Oh, I see.”

Wen Shuyao didn’t press further. She continued cutting carrots into flower shapes, preparing to make soup later.

She appeared indifferent, but she was thinking about Meng Hemian’s dark, joyless eyes from earlier that day.

The pork ribs and carrots were simmering in the clay pot. Since the soup needed a while longer to stew and Wen Shuyao was free, Meng Hemian pulled out a paper box.

“I made red bean cakes today too. I’m quite satisfied with them.”

She opened the lid, revealing two golden flaky pastries lined up inside. Their appearance was significantly better than a few days ago.

Wen Shuyao’s eyes sparkled: “Let me try.”

Meng Hemian casually picked one up to hand it over.

The girl before her didn’t take it with her hands. Instead, she leaned down, her soft, moist lips brushing against Meng Hemian’s fingertips like a feather as she took a bite directly from her hand.

Wen Shuyao had already straightened up, but Meng Hemian remained frozen in place, her hand still extended.

“You’ve improved so much,” Wen Shuyao praised generously. “It tastes almost the same as mine.”

“Is that so?”

Meng Hemian put the remaining half of the pastry back. She inconspicuously rubbed the crumbs on her fingers, as if trying to mask a certain peculiar sensation.

She looked up and said seriously, “I should thank you for teaching me.”

For the past few days, Wen Shuyao had been helping her taste test and answering all her questions. She was patient and had a great temperament, explaining even the simplest problems tirelessly.

Meng Hemian said directly, “Is there anything you need help with? Consider it a reward.”

Without thinking, Wen Shuyao blurted out: “I want you to pet…”

She suddenly bit her tongue, hissing in pain, then hurriedly lowered her head to hide her slip of the tongue.

Thank goodness I didn’t say it. Heaven knows what she was thinking just now.

She clearly wasn’t a rabbit anymore, yet she suddenly wanted Meng Hemian to touch her waist.

But why would I have such a thought? Am I becoming addicted to Meng Hemian’s petting?!