My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 19

As soon as Meng Hemian stepped out of the shower, she saw Wen Shuyao curled up on the sofa.

Her small face was deathly pale as she clutched her stomach, remaining silent, leaving only a pair of clear, unblinking eyes to gaze at her.

She looked weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Meng Hemian’s heart skipped a beat, a sudden throb of unease pulsing through her.

She lowered her voice and asked, “Where does it hurt?”

Wen Shuyao felt as if a block of ice was pressed against her abdomen, a biting cold weighing down on her internal organs. She couldn’t help but regret her earlier actions.

If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn’t have hidden! A quick resolution would have been better than this slow, agonizing torture, like being carved by a blunt knife.

She was terribly afraid of pain.

The more Wen Shuyao thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Ignoring everything else, she tearfully acted spoiled: “Meng Hemian, my stomach hurts.”

Meng Hemian frowned. “Should we go to the hospital?”

Wen Shuyao shook her head.

With a single blink, her eyelashes became wet with tears. Meng Hemian panicked instantly, unsure whether to look for tissues first or say something to comfort her.

However, after sorting through various comforting words in her mind, she could only manage to squeeze out one sentence:

“Drink more hot water.”

Wen Shuyao: “…”

She stared straight at Meng Hemian, seemingly wondering what else could possibly come out of this person’s mouth.

Meng Hemian quickly explained, “Uh, I know that phrase is a cliché, but it actually works.”

Assuming Wen Shuyao was suffering from menstrual cramps, she pulled a blanket from nearby and handed it over, then went upstairs to find an old hot water bottle.

In the kitchen, there was half a block of brown sugar and a few pieces of old ginger left.

She boiled a pot of water, pouring some into the hot water bottle and using the rest to simmer the brown sugar and ginger slices into a warm ginger tea.

Fortunately, these tasks didn’t take much time. When Meng Hemian brought the ginger tea over, Wen Shuyao hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

She looked like a withered little cabbage, deprived of water and sunlight, huddled in the corner with her blanket and hot water bottle, taking small sips of the tea.

The tea was spicy on the tongue, but it turned into a warm current as it slid down her throat, soothing her internal organs.

When Meng Hemian first arrived, she had been caught in the rain, and Wen Shuyao had brewed a bowl of red sugar ginger tea for her just like this.

Sitting on the other sofa, Meng Hemian said, “I’ll go decline Wan Xianyu’s invitation. You should just rest at home tomorrow.”

Some color finally returned to Wen Shuyao’s face, though the corners of her eyes were still red.

She held the cup blankly. “What about you? You’re not going either?”

Meng Hemian’s expression was calm. “No. What would I do with her? Exchange poisonous remarks for the whole day?”

Wen Shuyao rarely heard Meng Hemian talk about others, whether they were colleagues or relatives. Aside from Wan Xianyu, she didn’t seem to have any other friends.

Her head felt a bit dizzy, and she spoke whatever came to mind: “Then how do you two maintain your friendship?”

Humans are mostly shy about expressing themselves, without the nuzzling and scents used by small animals, they can only rely on words.

Given Meng Hemian’s conversational skills, she must have filtered out a lot of superficial friends.

Meng Hemian actually took a moment to recall, then spread her hands. “I don’t know. Usually, Wan Xianyu drags me out to eat, then she talks a lot on her own, and I just need to respond appropriately.”

She wondered uncertainly: Is this way of interacting between friends fairly common?

After a while, Wen Shuyao finished her ginger tea and buried half of her face in the blanket, saying muffledly, “I want to go. I’ve never tried a riverside barbecue before.”

“That’s fine then,” Meng Hemian agreed readily.

Another long silence passed. Most of Wen Shuyao’s face was hidden under the blanket, leaving only her dark, moist eyes visible.

She asked timidly and with extreme caution, “Can you… give me a hug?”

“Hmm?”

Meng Hemian froze, doubting if she had heard correctly.

Wen Shuyao lowered her eyes, appearing nonchalant, but she was gripping the blanket so hard it was pulled taut.

“It’s just… I feel physically unwell and my mood isn’t great. It would be nice to have a hug.”

Meng Hemian wasn’t as quick to agree this time.

Time seemed to stretch for an eternity, and the wait was agonizing for Wen Shuyao.

Perhaps the pregnancy’s effect on her emotions was too great, she felt her nose tingle with sadness as soon as she looked down. Her voice was hoarse: “If you don’t like it, then…”

Wen Shuyao’s eyes trembled, and the second half of her sentence was swallowed by a gentle embrace.

Initially, Meng Hemian only dared to hold her loosely, having never really held someone before.

But Wen Shuyao was “pushy,” constantly burrowing into her arms. Her hands hooked around Meng Hemian’s waist, and her head buried itself against her shoulder.

The sofa was narrow, so Meng Hemian had to hold her securely to keep from being pushed off.

Even through the blanket, she could feel the soft, delicate body unique to a girl and a faint, subtle fragrance.

Holding her like this felt a lot like holding a fluffy, affectionate little animal, it was surprisingly delightful.

Wen Shuyao rubbed her head against her with such force she almost knocked Meng Hemian over.

Where they pressed together, she could feel a vigorous heartbeat; hot, damp breath passed through the fabric, reaching her skin.

Meng Hemian hurried to tighten her hold, her body stiff.

Amidst the rush of adrenaline, she could clearly hear Wen Shuyao’s soft, muddled voice.

“Meng Hemian, thank you. I feel much better.”

This wasn’t just a comfort; Wen Shuyao felt a physical change that was much more effective than the hot water bottle.

In just those few minutes, the dull pain was swept away, replaced by a sense of security that made the “little rabbit” want to sigh with relief.

Perhaps it was a psychological illusion, or perhaps it was due to Meng Hemian’s special fate.

Surely it couldn’t be because Meng Hemian was the “other mother” of the child?

Wen Shuyao murmured and rolled further into Meng Hemian’s arms, still thinking she was a little rabbit.

She used Meng Hemian as a bed and the blanket to make a comfortable nest, her eyes closing with sleepiness.

“One more minute.”

Meng Hemian didn’t dare move, afraid Wen Shuyao might touch something she shouldn’t. She literally counted the seconds, waiting exactly one minute.

She patted Wen Shuyao’s shoulder. “Xiao Yao?”

The only answer was Wen Shuyao’s long, rhythmic breathing.

Meng Hemian struggled for a few seconds before deciding to pat her again. “Wake up.”

The person in her arms tried to curl into a tighter ball, attempting to avoid the disturbance.

Dazed with sleep, she pawed at Meng Hemian’s back. “Let me sleep a little longer, okay?”

It sounded like an unconscious plea.

Meng Hemian’s spine stiffened, and she fell into silence.

It seemed like last time was the same, once Wen Shuyao fell asleep, it was hard to wake her.

With no other choice, she could only try to get used to it.

Used to the soft body in her arms, the strange touch on her back, and the head that pressed against her, occasionally rubbing gently.

Used to the summer night wind flowing through the house, the faint chirping of insects, and the bright white moon in the sky.

She had even grown used to the slow, leisurely life at Jianglou, as if she had never left.

Meng Hemian also felt a bit sleepy; her heartbeat, which had been racing wildly at first, was now trending toward calm.

She gathered the blanket. With a slight effort, she intended to lift both the person and the blanket together.

However, Wen Shuyao’s top was on the shorter side as she pulled, it slid up, revealing a large patch of pale, tender skin.

Meng Hemian accidentally caught a glimpse and hurriedly set her down to readjust her posture.

She let Wen Shuyao lean against her shoulder and gently tidied her clothes.

But inadvertently, she noticed something fluffy brushing against her wrist.

Meng Hemian looked down. Aside from Wen Shuyao’s slender waist, there was a very obvious tuft of white fur.

It was pressed right under the waistband of her pants, looking like part of a tail.

She frowned.

It wasn’t right to peek at someone’s clothes, but why was Wen Shuyao wearing that strange “pajama” inside her pants?

A night breeze blew in, and Wen Shuyao shivered, clutching Meng Hemian’s sleeve.

Afraid she would catch a cold, Meng Hemian didn’t think further and carried her straight back to the bedroom. After carefully closing the window, she quietly withdrew.

After sending a message to Wan Xianyu, she lay in bed ready to sleep.

At first, she couldn’t find a comfortable position, her limbs felt like they didn’t belong.

Then she found the sound of the wind too noisy and went barefoot to close the window.

Later, she felt stifled and hot, tossing and turning. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that “little tail” of Wen Shuyao’s.

She hugged her pillow, hallucinating Wen Shuyao whimpering in her ear, refusing to let go.

She threw off the covers, only to remember the tears that almost fell from Wen Shuyao’s eyes.

Her thoughts wandered endlessly, leading to Grandma Wan’s regretful sigh, her own grandmother’s final instructions before passing, and the torn family photo.

It was as if bizarre hands were gripping her, refusing to let her sink into dreams.

Finally, Meng Hemian flipped over and sat bolt upright in bed.

How did she suddenly become an insomniac!

She wasted half the night like that, only falling asleep when the sky began to pale.

The consequence was that when she got up early to buy ingredients, Meng Hemian’s face was visibly grim.

It wasn’t that she looked ill, but rather she carried an icy chill that made people want to avoid her, radiating an aura that said “do not disturb.”

Wen Shuyao, having slept well, had climbed out of bed early to prepare.

But the little rabbit demon was currently very uneasy. Meng Hemian was walking fast, so she had to struggle to keep up and observe her expression.

“Meng Hemian, are you unhappy?”

Meng Hemian picked up an eggplant and answered coldly, “No.”

Wen Shuyao grew more nervous. Her heart tightened, making her head feel dizzy and her spiritual energy surge uncontrollably.

“Is it because I was too willful last night?”

She still remembered how she had recklessly burrowed into the other’s arms. But she couldn’t help it; at that time, she wasn’t quite lucid and thought she was a little rabbit who could act spoiled whenever she wanted.

Meng Hemian remained indifferent: “No.”

“Oh, okay.”

Wen Shuyao lowered her head despondently, not forgetting to take the weighed vegetables.

Meng Hemian continued selecting ingredients for the evening. Just as she picked up a carrot, she heard a familiar teasing voice beside her.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Master Meng, why is your aura so heavy? You’ve scared little Yao.”

She instinctively turned to look at Wen Shuyao.

The moment their eyes met, Wen Shuyao flinched, as if ears were standing up on her head: “That’s not it at all!”

Meng Hemian: “…”

This is exactly what being scared looks like.

She was sometimes insensitive to the emotions of those around her and could only try to make up for it afterward.

Meng Hemian tried to make herself less stiff, softening her tone as much as possible.

Then, with difficulty and in a dry voice, she asked: “Do you eat carrots?”

Fortunately, the change was obvious enough for Wen Shuyao to feel that Meng Hemian’s mood wasn’t directed at her.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and her eyes crinkled into crescents. “Of course I do.”

In the bustling market, Wan Xianyu watched the whole scene from the side, almost bursting out laughing.

These two are quite interesting!