My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 15

Not quite sure. Let me feel it again.

Meng Hemian first stroked down to the tip of the tail, and when she let go, the bundle of tail brushed past her fingertips and retracted.

It was quite elastic, just like the tail of that “Little Bread” she had petted!

Meng Hemian snapped awake instantly. Opening her eyes, the warm sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating Wen Shuyao’s beautiful face.

Her cheeks were crimson, and she looked utterly lost: “What… what are you doing?”

With the fastest speed of her life, Meng Hemian withdrew her hand and lunged backward until her back hit the wall and she could retreat no further.

Oh, she understood now. That slippery, undulating texture she felt earlier was actually Wen Shuyao’s waist.

Her brain stalled for a brief moment.

With her ear against the pillow, she could hear her own forceful and steadily accelerating heartbeat.

Forcing down the nervousness in her heart, Meng Hemian said expressionlessly, “I think I just felt… a tail.”

She suspected Wen Shuyao had brought the little rabbit onto the bed, or…

“No, there isn’t!” Wen Shuyao suddenly whipped the quilt away, and the fresh “Little White Flower” pattern blurred across Meng Hemian’s face.

By the time Meng Hemian slowly pushed the quilt aside, Wen Shuyao was already standing with her back to her.

She was wearing a white lace camisole pajama set that exposed her waist, paired with matching cute pumpkin shorts. Beneath the beautiful curve of her lower back was a white, curled-up ball of a tail, resting right on the edge of the shorts.

The reason she called it “curled up” was that Meng Hemian’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of pale yellow fur on the inner side of the tail.

Wen Shuyao emphasized righteously, “This is a decoration on the pajama pants.”

Meng Hemian stared fixedly for a moment, then slowly lowered her gaze and looked away.

“Oh.”

True, how could a person grow a rabbit tail?

But what kind of person’s fetish (XP) was this type of sleepwear?

Having resolved her most pressing concern, Meng Hemian sat up as well and asked in a low voice, “Why are you in my bed?”

Her speaking pace was deliberate, there was neither surprise nor embarrassment in her eyes, as if she were asking about a mundane, everyday trifle.

She appeared quite nonchalant.

But mentioning this made Wen Shuyao angry.

The little rabbit demon rarely lost her temper, but her fists were clenched now. Shuffling in her slippers, she picked up a phone from the desk and threw it hard onto the bed.

With the soft bedding acting as a cushion, the phone didn’t break, but Wen Shuyao’s voice was deafening.

“Meng Hemian, look at what time it is!”

The meticulously constructed psychological defense and external indifference collapsed in an instant. Meng Hemian swallowed hard and scrambled around the bed looking for her phone.

She knew, of course, what she had done before passing out. She had fallen asleep in wet clothes and seemingly developed a high fever afterward.

The phone screen lit up, showing several missed calls from Wan Xianyu.

The time displayed was 4:00 PM, she had slept for nearly an entire day.

Meng Hemian tugged at the clean, comfortable pajamas she was wearing, not daring to look at Wen Shuyao. “Did you change my clothes, too?”

Wen Shuyao nodded, counting fiercely on her fingers: “Yes! I carried you back to bed, dried your hair, changed your clothes, found an ice pack to cool you down, and fed you medicine!”

Meng Hemian had absolutely no memory of these things. She pondered for a long time, and then, in a sudden lapse of judgment, she blurted out:

“How did you feed it to me?”

Wen Shuyao froze, and immediately, a rosy flush rose to her face.

Both of them were thinking of something else entirely, one pretended to look out the window to hide her embarrassment, while the other hurriedly tugged at her pants.

After a long pause, Wen Shuyao explained haltingly, “Of course I… dissolved the medicine and used a clean cotton swab to dab it into your mouth.”

Meng Hemian licked her lips. It was indeed bitter, but they weren’t dry or peeling. She didn’t even feel thirsty, and her throat didn’t hurt much.

However, she couldn’t imagine how much time and energy such a method must have taken.

“I was afraid your fever wouldn’t go down after the medicine, so I just moved my pillow over here to sleep.”

Wen Shuyao frowned, as if sinking back into the scene from before.

At first, she had set an alarm to get up every hour to check Meng Hemian’s temperature, only falling asleep peacefully once the fever broke.

Meng Hemian didn’t know what to say. Her heart was filled to the brim by Wen Shuyao’s meticulous care, like a balloon filled with warm water.

Verbal thanks felt too light, yet the favors she owed were piling up.

How could she repay her?

Meng Hemian thanked her solemnly: “It was hard work, thank you.”

Wen Shuyao gave a soft huff and complained crossly, “I wanted to carry you to the clinic, but as soon as you heard ‘hospital,’ you grabbed the quilt and wouldn’t let go, just kept burrowing into the corner.”

Meng Hemian lowered her head and coughed twice.

“…You don’t need to tell me things like that.”

“In short, you really made me angry this time.” Wen Shuyao clenched both fists, even the tip of her tail seemed to be bristling. “If you ever come home in the rain again, I won’t cook for you!”

Heaven knows how panicked she was when she came home to find Meng Hemian lying on the bed, unresponsive no matter how she called, she was so worried she had burst into tears.

Meng Hemian nodded blankly, but what she was thinking was that Wen Shuyao was…

Cute, even when she was angry and making threats.

After venting her anger, Wen Shuyao pursed her lips. “I’m hungry, I’m going to make dinner. What do you want to eat?”

Meng Hemian replied quickly, “Anything is fine.”

“Then you rest, I’ll come up and call you later.”

Having finished, Wen Shuyao tiptoed back to her own room, clicked the lock shut, and stood before the full-length mirror, checking herself repeatedly.

This time, there was no little tail attached to the pumpkin shorts.

Only then did Wen Shuyao breathe a sigh of relief.

For some reason over the last two days, her spiritual power had been very unstable, and she would turn into a rabbit at the drop of a hat.

Yesterday, it was precisely because she couldn’t change back into human form that she spent extra time at the cat café.

Everyone was trying to think of a solution, but then she suddenly received the call from Wan Xianyu.

Ignoring Tu Shanxiu’s attempts to stop her, she had rushed back home to take care of Meng Hemian, so she hadn’t had time to find the cause of the instability.

The result was that she was nearly caught red-handed by Meng Hemian today.

Tu Shanxiu had suggested she just come clean with Meng Hemian. If she could accept it, great if not, she should knock her out and take her away to be a “tool” for enduring the lightning tribulation.

But she was worried, if Meng Hemian knew she wasn’t human, would she start to fear her?

After all, Meng Hemian liked little rabbits, but she might not like a rabbit demon.

Wen Shuyao began to feel anxious, even tempted to lick her fur. It was only when her fingers touched her lips that she suddenly remembered she wasn’t a rabbit right now.

She dejectedly shuffled out in her slippers, glancing at Meng Hemian’s door again before reaching the stairs.

The feeling of constantly worrying about someone was terrible, it was even harder to endure than a lightning tribulation.

As the saying goes, “Sickness comes like a mountain falling, but leaves like silk being pulled from a cocoon.”

Meng Hemian’s fever was gone, but she remained listless and lacked energy.

She seemed to have suddenly shifted from a high-efficiency work mode to a “lying flat” mode.

Every day, she was either curled up in her room tapping on her keyboard or lying on the sofa soaking up the sun, then asking Wen Shuyao about Little Bread’s recent status during dinner.

She hadn’t even given up on the neutering plan!

After perfunctorily answering, Wen Shuyao was so annoyed she went to get a third bowl of rice.

She picked up a piece of braised pork that was fatty but not greasy and ate until her cheeks were bulging. When she looked up, she noticed Meng Hemian was staring blankly with her chopsticks in hand.

Wen Shuyao frowned: “Did you drink today’s Chinese medicine?”

“I was wondering why the wisteria cakes Grandma Wan ate had an orange flavor.”

Meng Hemian twirled her chopsticks, her answer completely unrelated to the question. “I had Wan Xianyu ask, the cakes Grandma Wan ate were just ordinary ones. There was no orange in the filling, let alone any green grass leaves.”

“I must have forgotten something…”

Wen Shuyao looked at her like she was an idiot and pursed her lips in annoyance: “You forgot to drink your medicine.”

Because “someone’s” physical constitution was too poor, she had specifically asked Tu Shanxiu to prepare some traditional medicine to condition the body, to be drunk once a day before a meal.

Today’s medicine had already gone cold, sitting on the coffee table without a single drop missing.

Meng Hemian immediately “slid to her knees” to apologize: “I’m sorry.”

Whether she would actually change was another matter. Recently, she was consumed with thinking about how to make the wisteria cakes Grandma Wan wanted, worrying about Little Bread, and feeling that Wen Shuyao was hiding something from her.

Otherwise, why was she always so elusive, sometimes not coming home for an entire night?

Minding other people’s business wasn’t Meng Hemian’s hobby, but now, Wen Shuyao wasn’t “other people.”

She watched as Wen Shuyao went to get a fourth bowl of rice, eating twice as much as usual.

Finally, she couldn’t help but advise, “Don’t binge eat.”

Wen Shuyao’s hand holding the rice scoop paused. She opened her beautiful eyes wide, looking aggrieved: “But I’m really hungry.”

Then she added another large scoop to her bowl.

Unstable spiritual energy, a voracious appetite, and constant sleepiness, these were all changes that had recently appeared in her body.

She unconsciously bit her chopstick, and an image flashed through her mind of Tu Shanxiu checking her pulse yesterday with a hesitant, “wanting to speak but stopping” expression.

Clack…

The chopstick slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Wen Shuyao’s eyes trembled, reflecting Meng Hemian’s consistently calm expression.

“Xiao Yao?”