My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 22

In the 30 seconds that Meng Hemian spent questioning her very existence, Wen Shuyao had already mastered the art of “self-service” snuggling.

She pulled Meng Hemian’s hand down and rubbed against it with all her might, even mussing the fur on her own head in the process.

Yet, she let out a satisfied sigh: “I love it when Meng Hemian pets my head.”

Her voice was tender and soft, clearly radiating happiness. It felt like a feather lightly brushing against Meng Hemian’s palm, following the flow of blood straight into her heart.

It tickled.

The little rabbit spoke with Wen Shuyao’s voice: “Pet me one more time.”

Meng Hemian’s hand trembled slightly. She touched the rabbit’s head with a touch so light it was as if she were handling something fragile.

Then, she immediately withdrew her hand, forced herself to remain calm, and walked into the kitchen, pulling the sliding door shut with a “bang.”

Outside the door, the little rabbit showed understanding. She had heard earlier. Meng Hemian was likely making shortbread for a guest.

It was normal not to let pets into the kitchen. Feeling completely relaxed, she flopped onto the floor, flattening herself out like a “rabbit pancake.”

The Kitchen Sanctuary

Meng Hemian couldn’t think of a better way to solve the dilemma at hand, so she braced herself and began kneading dough.

Adding water, mixing the flour, testing the temperature at first, her fingers were stiff, but she grew more proficient as she worked. She pushed the chaotic suspicions out of her mind.

She only wanted to focus on the task in front of her.

She used a mold to press the shortbread into flower petal shapes and slid them into the oven. As she watched the crust turn golden and puffy, Meng Hemian finally calmed down.

Blood began to flow back to her extremities, and her heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

She had a faint suspicion about what was happening, but at least her life during this period was real. She had returned to Jianglou, inherited her grandmother’s shop, and met…

Wen Shuyao.

The oven gave a “ding.” The moment it opened, a rich aroma filled the kitchen. Meng Hemian packed a few of the biscuits into a paper box and stepped outside.

The little rabbit, who had been waiting for a long time, pricked up her ears and lunged at Meng Hemian’s feet: “I was so worried you’d be tricked by the monsters outside.”

Being worried about by a little rabbit was a feeling Meng Hemian found difficult to describe.

She crouched down. Before she could even offer a freshly washed sweet grape, the little rabbit unceremoniously snatched it away.

Wen Shuyao had no reservations, letting out a sweet exclamation: “Meng Hemian is so good. It would be even better if she could pet me again.”

Meng Hemian hurriedly left with the paper box. After all, hearing her pet rabbit speak in that manner was still a massive shock to the system.

The Guest in the Garden

At the resting spot in the garden, Qing Qian was still leisurely sipping her drink.

The small red bird on her shoulder was hopping from side to side, flapping its wings and creating a breeze that could only move a few strands of hair.

“Senior sister lied to me again! You’ve almost finished the whole cup.”

Qing Qian nodded in agreement but had no intention of changing her ways.

Meng Hemian acted as if she hadn’t heard the exchange and stepped forward calmly: “Sorry to keep you waiting. Please be careful, they’re hot.”

The freshly baked wisteria cakes were indeed fragrant. When broken open, they were perfectly flaky and crisp, sweet but not greasy, leaving no dryness in the mouth.

Qing Qian took a small bite and was not stingy with her praise: “Delicious.”

After eating, she wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Instead, she asked politely and gently: “I am not familiar with Jianglou. Would it be convenient for the owner to see me out?”

Meng Hemian did not refuse.

Before leaving, the little rabbit had already hopped into the yard, squatting obediently by the gate. Meng Hemian looked straight ahead and locked the gate behind her.

The Truth Revealed

It took a while to get from Qingwu Street to the main road. Although the environment was quiet, there were many pedestrians. Meng Hemian noticed that as people passed by, they didn’t even turn their heads.

One had to consider that Qing Qian’s appearance alone was enough to draw attention. Moreover, there was that irrational creature standing on her shoulder.

What kind of bird has tail feathers with a multicolored glow?

Unless… these people couldn’t see the colorful little red bird.

Meng Hemian worried that if she spoke up suddenly, passersby would think she was crazy.

Unexpectedly, Qing Qian spoke first: “The owner seems a bit confused.”

Meng Hemian pursed her lips and asked directly: “Um… I was wondering, what is that on your shoulder?”

“A Phoenix I’m raising.”

Qing Qian’s expression and tone were so matter of fact that Meng Hemian began to doubt herself, wondering if Phoenixes, creatures that only existed in myths, were actually quite common. As if anyone could just raise one.

The Phoenix tilted its head and didn’t contradict Qing Qian. It even puffed out its chest with a proud expression: “I told you she could see me.”

The bustling main street was now in sight. The sound of car horns and the flow of hurried people could be heard. Qing Qian reached up to stroke the Phoenix’s beautiful tail feathers and suddenly stopped.

She looked at Meng Hemian, her eyes as clear as autumn water, and said sincerely:

“Although eating the Diaotang Fruit allows one to understand the language of monsters and beasts, the effects last a long time and come with the side effect of insomnia. I suggest the owner eat less of it.”

Meng Hemian was still immersed in the shock of seeing a mythical creature.

“What… Diaotang Fruit?”

The Phoenix raised the crest on its head: “It seems you didn’t know. You’re just a lucky fool who’s been drugged.”

The bird speculated: “Was it done by that little rabbit demon in the house?”

Despite having an inkling of the truth, Meng Hemian’s breath hitched, leaving her in a total daze.

She couldn’t help but press her temples, articulating each word slowly: “Little… rabbit… demon?”

Seeing Meng Hemian’s reaction, Qing Qian had already guessed most of the story.

The Phoenix clacked its beak: “Should we go catch a few of Jianglou’s monsters and interrogate them?”

Hearing this, Meng Hemian snapped back to reality and defended the little rabbit almost without thinking.

“She has never harmed me.”

At least in all the time Meng Hemian had lived there, whether it was “Little Bread” or Wen Shuyao, neither had ever hurt her on the contrary, they had helped her quite a bit.

Qing Qian shook her head: “We are just here for a vacation. Do you really want your ‘fame’ to spread even further?”

The Phoenix obediently shut its beak, staring with its dark, beady eyes while pretending to be innocent.

“Please keep today’s events a secret, Boss.” Qing Qian pulled a badge from her bag and handed it to Meng Hemian along with a banknote.

“If you ever need help, you can contact the Yaocheng Branch of the Monster Management Bureau.”

The badge was engraved with an exquisite flowing cloud pattern. It felt heavy in her hand, made of a material she couldn’t quite identify. It felt more like a token of some sort.

Meng Hemian lowered her eyes and tucked it into her pocket: “Alright…”

“The Boss’s craftsmanship is excellent. I wish you all the best.”

As they reached the intersection, Qing Qian gave a slight nod, then turned and vanished into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, even her silhouette was gone.

If not for the badge in her pocket, Meng Hemian would have almost thought everything that happened was a dream.

Connecting the Dots

She walked back, her thoughts heavy and swirling.

The “Little Bread” she had been constantly pining for was actually a rabbit demon? Then she…

Can she turn into a human?

Meng Hemian had to admit the answer was already glaringly obvious.

Little Bread had Wen Shuyao’s voice; it was different from other rabbits and never appeared at the same time as Wen Shuyao. No wonder there were so many anomalies about Wen Shuyao, her black hole like appetite, her irrational strength, and her mysterious disappearances recently.

If Wen Shuyao was a rabbit demon, then her grandmother’s strange will finally made sense. She had always wondered why her grandmother would insist she inherit a rabbit.

The room rental might be real, but the will was likely a fabrication.

But regardless of Wen Shuyao’s motives for approaching her, the care and help she provided were real. The life-saving rescue during the thunderstorm was real, and the meticulous care when she was sick was real too. Not to mention the many dinners and the unreserved cooking lessons.

As for Wen Shuyao’s “special pajamas” that had baffled her before…

Thinking about it now, that wasn’t a decoration. That was Wen Shuyao’s actual rabbit tail.

Her heart skipped a beat. Without even touching them, she knew the tips of her ears were burning hot.

The Awkward Encounter

A set of irregular footsteps sounded nearby, stop and go suggesting the owner was feeling conflicted. Meng Hemian looked up and locked eyes with Wen Shuyao’s worried little face.

Meng Hemian was relatively composed, but Wen Shuyao looked as if she’d been jolted, failing to speak for a long moment.

Finally, she stammered a greeting: “W-what a coincidence, Meng Hemian.”

Meng Hemian looked away, her voice very soft: “Indeed.”

This wasn’t exactly the path one took to buy groceries, it was the essential path leading away from home.

Wen Shuyao turned around and trailed behind Meng Hemian, maintaining about a half-step distance between them.

She asked cautiously: “Did you already go see the shop, Meng Hemian?”

Meng Hemian nodded: “While I was looking at the shop, I met a guest who came specifically to eat shortbread. I thought about it and brought her home to make wisteria cakes for her.”

“Consider it an advertisement.”

Wen Shuyao breathed a private sigh of relief: “I see.”

She was celebrating the fact that Meng Hemian hadn’t been tricked by a “bad monster.” Then, she turned serious: “You must be careful outside. Don’t just bring anyone home. What if they’re a bad person?”

“…Alright.”

A meme flashed through Meng Hemian’s mind.

The “Pervert” Realization

Having settled her biggest worry, Wen Shuyao was now in a fantastic mood.

“Shall we have braised pork with preserved mustard greens tonight?”

Another meme popped into Meng Hemian’s head. Coupled with the mental audio, the level of cuteness and shock was doubled.

She swallowed hard, unable to stop herself from associating Wen Shuyao with Little Bread. It was getting… a bit hard to face Wen Shuyao directly.

“Anything is fine, up to you.”

They soon arrived home. Wen Shuyao skipped into the kitchen and started washing sweet grapes, eating them one by one with great joy. In Meng Hemian’s eyes, this scene transformed into Little Bread munching on grapes, it was incredibly adorable.

Meng Hemian felt a surge of shame for her thoughts.

How could she project Wen Shuyao onto Little Bread? A rabbit demon is a demon, not just a rabbit. If she were to project, she should be imagining Little Bread as Wen Shuyao.

As soon as she made that mental switch, things got “dangerous.”

Meng Hemian suddenly covered her face.

It was hard to imagine that, while completely unaware, she had rubbed Wen Shuyao’s belly, stuffed Wen Shuyao into her pocket, and said so many strange things to her.

She had even thought about taking Wen Shuyao to get neutered! No wonder Little Bread was “sent away” the very next day.

The fact that Wen Shuyao hadn’t punched her was a testament to her good temper.

Yet, despite uncovering the whole truth, Meng Hemian didn’t feel any resentment. No matter how Wen Shuyao acted spoiled or begged for pets, she never once thought of pushing her away. She could even find Wen Shuyao’s location with a casual glance, whether she was humming while chopping vegetables or picking out dinner plates.

Her eyes were always sparkling, and her smile was brighter than the early summer sun.

Meng Hemian began to have a deep suspicion.

Am I essentially a pervert?

Meng Hemian: It’s like this. I suspect I’m a pervert. However, I have no intention of changing.