My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 23

 Meng Hemian wasted an hour in meaningless hesitation, and she was still thinking about it even when it was time to eat.

Wen Shuyao enthusiastically brought out a pot of medicinal soup, a lotus seed chicken stew.

She placed the first bowl directly in front of Meng Hemian and stood with her hands on her hips, full of confidence: “Quick, try it. This time, you definitely won’t taste any bitterness.”

Meng Hemian looked at the plump chicken leg in the bowl. Before she could speak, Wen Shuyao preempted her: “We’ll each have one chicken leg.”

Having said that, she scooped a bowl for herself, sat opposite, and stared unblinkingly at Meng Hemian.

This gaze was so intense it felt as though the little rabbit would wilt sadly if Meng Hemian didn’t offer some praise.

Thus, Meng Hemian unconsciously took a sip of the soup and nodded: “It’s good. Not bitter.”

This soup must have also had that “Diaotang fruit” added to it, yet Wen Shuyao was unaware.

Then who put it in? One of Xiao Yao’s friends?

She drank the soup with a straight face, feeling a deep sense of moral deficiency for hiding the truth when she knew it so clearly.

But…

She truly didn’t know how to lay her cards on the table with Wen Shuyao.

After all, Wen Shuyao was smiling so happily, her eyes like crescent moons, surrounded by imaginary rainbow bubbles.

With every sip of soup, Meng Hemian took another look at Wen Shuyao, her resolve wavering more and more.

Wait a bit longer, she thought. Wait until there’s a suitable opportunity to explain everything to Wen Shuyao.

As for now, she would just enjoy the meal.

After dinner, it was the usual relaxation time at home, each to their own, no interference.

Meng Hemian ducked into her room and let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, she could properly prepare the documents needed for opening the shop.

Business licenses, health certificates, immersing herself in work was a way to avoid overthinking.

The downside was that she often lost track of time.

As she tapped away at the keyboard, she caught a notification popping up in the bottom right corner of the screen:

[As temperatures rise, our city will officially enter the frequent thunderstorm season. Expect short-term heavy rainfall tonight…]

Outside, it was indeed oppressively dark. One could faintly see the silhouettes of trees being lashed by the wind, accompanied by flashes of lightning.

Meng Hemian stopped what she was doing. The moment her mind detached from her work, she thought of Wen Shuyao.

Isn’t Xiao Yao very afraid of thunder?

Dark clouds gathered, and the rolling thunder served as a prelude to the torrential rain.

Meng Hemian was still debating: would it seem too intentional if she went out to find Wen Shuyao now?

Knock, knock, knock.

A rhythmic tapping at the door. She knew who it was without even thinking.

Sure enough, Wen Shuyao’s voice came from outside: “Meng Hemian, I warmed up some milk. Do you want some?”

“Come in.”

The words left Meng Hemian’s mouth before her brain could even register them.

She pursed her dry lips and turned her chair 180 degrees, just in time to see the door open a crack. A small head peeked in first, and then Wen Shuyao slipped inside quietly.

“One sweet, one slightly sweet,” Wen Shuyao said as she set down the tray, tilting her head to ask, “Which one do you want?”

Meng Hemian didn’t hesitate: “Slightly sweet.”

The moment they sat down, the rain poured down in torrents, clattering loudly against the windowsill.

Thunder roared and lightning illuminated the room for split seconds, casting shadows like ghosts and monsters.

But the room was filled with the fragrance of sweet milk, the white lights were bright, the air conditioner was set to a pleasant 26°C, and Meng Hemian was calmly organizing the printed documents.

She asked, “Did you check the rabbit pens? Will the rabbits be scared in this weather?”

“It’s fine. The safety huts are very sturdy; they’ll hide inside on their own.”

Wen Shuyao licked some sweet milk. Every little rabbit knows to find a safe place during a thunderstorm.

She was no exception.

While Meng Hemian organized her files, Wen Shuyao curiously scanned the room’s decor.

Seeing that the bed she had made was still there made her a bit happier; seeing the rabbit food on the desk made her happier still.

Her gaze naturally fell upon an old photo frame on the desk. The woman in the photo smiled gently, her eyes looking remarkably like Meng Hemian’s.

“Is that Meng Hemian’s mother?”

Meng Hemian’s movements stiffened for a moment before she gave a casual “Mm.”

Wen Shuyao didn’t notice the other’s abnormality and praised her sincerely: “It looks like Meng Hemian has a very good relationship with her mother.”

On the contrary, Meng Hemian suddenly recalled how Wen Shuyao had tried to “sell” her a small bun before.

Selling oneself? What kind of move was that?

She couldn’t figure it out, but her heart was restless, as if she had discovered something major.

She still remembered Wen Shuyao saying…”It’s a disabled rabbit, abandoned by its mother shortly after birth…”

Meng Hemian pondered this, and suddenly the milk in her cup didn’t taste sweet anymore instead, it felt quite bitter.

Even in a modern society with well-equipped facilities, a child lacking parental care would inevitably be bullied.

Let alone a discarded little rabbit demon in the cruel natural world.

She couldn’t stop her imagination and frowned: “If….and I mean if…an animal encounters a harsh winter or a lack of food, would they be very sad? Emotionally sad, I mean.”

“Why would Meng Hemian have such a strange idea?”

Wen Shuyao looked puzzled but still patiently answered for the human.

“Animals don’t have time to be sad.”

“In the winter, they just work hard to stay alive, conserve their energy, and wait for the next spring.”

“Though it sometimes takes a lot of effort to find food, it doesn’t matter. Survival is an animal’s instinct, and spring always comes.”

She slowed her tone and advised softly, “So Meng Hemian doesn’t need to rush with the shop. It’s okay to take it slow.”

Meng Hemian was stunned: “Huh?”

Wen Shuyao pointed at the documents on the desk and pouted.

“It’s one in the morning and you’re still working. I’m worried about you.”

A trivial notification popped up on the phone screen at just the right time, but the time displayed was glaring.

It was almost 2:00 AM. Meng Hemian had been completely unaware, consumed by her work.

It seemed she hadn’t comforted Wen Shuyao at all or perhaps Wen Shuyao didn’t need her comfort.

Instead, she was the one making the little rabbit worry.

Meng Hemian fell silent. She now felt the milk was too sweet and too hot; drinking it felt like the heat went straight to her heart.

She looked away: “You can leave once the thunder stops.”

This was a tacit understanding between them. Wen Shuyao’s tail perked up, and her smile was sweeter than the milk.

Fortunately, the thunderstorm came and went quickly. Before Wen Shuyao got too sleepy, the thunder subsided.

She yawned and said goodnight to Meng Hemian. After closing the door, she didn’t leave immediately but stood dazed in the hallway for a moment.

Ever since the heavy rain started, she had felt anxious. Even staying in a warm room didn’t bring her peace.

Her pregnancy instincts were urging her to quickly make a safe, comfortable nest. After leaving Meng Hemian’s room, this urge became even stronger.

But plucking her own fur to make a nest… that would hurt so much.

Wen Shuyao was so anxious she wanted to bite her fingers. Her human logic and animal instincts were constantly at war, making her restless.

She spun around in place and finally thought of a “compromise.”

Through the crack in the door, a faint line of light was visible; Meng Hemian hadn’t slept yet.

Wen Shuyao set her sights on Meng Hemian’s clothes.

If she didn’t use her own fur, she could use the “cubs’ mom’s fur.”

Pure linen shirts, soft, breathable, and very strong. They could be used to build a comfortable nest.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, feeling no issue whatsoever with her logic.

A voice seemed to whisper in her ear. Providing a nest for the little rabbit is what Meng Hemian should do!

Meng Hemian was a human and wouldn’t notice these details. But that was fine, she didn’t mind at all.

Wen Shuyao swallowed. She was determined to find an opportunity to “steal” a piece of clothing.

Thinking of this, the little rabbit felt much better.

Carrying the tray and humming a song, she went downstairs with a light heart.