My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 3

The person in her arms truly stopped moving, though her body trembled slightly amidst the rumbling thunder, instinctively pressing closer into her embrace.

Raindrops pelted relentlessly against the cabinets and the floor, quickly soaking both of their clothes.

Meng Hemian fished her phone out of her pocket and switched on the emergency flashlight.

Under the intense beam, shattered glass and puddles of water were mixed across the floor; stepping on them would lead to unthinkable consequences.

Meng Hemian breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, no one was hurt.

Despite someone sitting on her, she didn’t feel much weight.

She loosened her hold on the other’s shoulders and back, finding it hard to imagine that such a thin, fragile body could harbor such explosive strength.

If it weren’t for Wen Shuyao, there would have been blood shed just moments ago.

“Meng Hemian, are you hurt from the fall?” Wen Shuyao’s voice carried a hint of anxiety.

She was completely drenched.

Her milk tea colored long hair clung damply to her face and curled around her collarbones. Raindrops slid from the corners of her reddened eyes down to her chin, making her look small, pitiful, and utterly helpless.

It was the kind of sight that easily stirred a person’s protective instincts.

Because they were too close, Meng Hemian hurriedly lowered her phone and averted her gaze, asking instead: “Did you get cut by the glass?”

Wen Shuyao shook her head, carefully avoiding the shards on the floor. Her water logged nightgown clung to her skin, outlining her slender waist.

Seemingly oblivious to herself, she said in a moist tone, “Hurry and change your clothes so you don’t get sick. I’ll take care of the cleanup here.”

“…”

Meng Hemian found this personality type baffling.

Enduring a dull ache, she stood up to check her arm, there wasn’t even a scratch, only a slight bruise.

“Clean up after the rain stops.”

Wen Shuyao’s eyes widened: “Then where are you going now?”

Meng Hemian continued putting on the raincoat she had only half-donned earlier, her expression indifferent: “To check on the rabbits.”

Before Wen Shuyao could react, she had already finished putting on the raincoat and pushed through the door.

Thunder exploded overhead as Meng Hemian walked through the torrential downpour, using the flashlight to reach the rabbit pens.

A section of the railing had collapsed, but the rabbits’ wooden hutch was intact. A group of fluffballs was huddled together to avoid the rain, appearing largely unharmed.

Meng Hemian recorded a video on her phone to send to Wen Shuyao, then waded through the water at an unhurried pace back to the house, flipping the circuit breaker back on along the way.

As soon as she stepped into the entryway, she was met with Wen Shuyao’s concerned gaze.

The latter, without a word, thrust a thick white bath towel toward her, urging: “Go take a hot shower, quickly.”

The towel was soft and heavy. Just holding it in her hand, she felt as if a continuous stream of warmth was being transferred to her.

Meng Hemian paused for a moment but didn’t refuse.

“You too.”

She didn’t actually feel cold, even though she had just wandered outside and her clothes were soaked through.

She simply found it strange. Few people could naturally show such warmth and concern to a stranger they had met only a day ago and knew nothing about.

To go as far as risking oneself to save another, that wasn’t something that could be explained by “self-interest” alone.

This unprovoked kindness made her feel uneasy, like being followed by a stray animal on the street, unable to leave it behind, yet unsure how to hold it.

No matter how much she pondered, she couldn’t find an answer.

An hour passed. The rain gradually weakened, though muffled thunder remained.

When Meng Hemian finished her shower and came out, she spent extra time tidying her room. Her clothes and belongings were returned to their places, and an old photo frame was set on the desk by the window.

Even so, the room still felt empty.

Only the large bed, covered in crisp cyan sheets and a thin quilt printed with little white flowers, stood out. There was even a plush carrot pillow resting by the headboard.

This rather “interesting” pastoral style clashed completely with the surrounding black, white, and gray; there was no doubt whose handiwork it was.

Wen Shuyao had made the bed fresh today; it still carried a very faint scent of lemon.

Knock, knock.

Right on cue, a rhythmic knocking sounded. The person who had made the bed stood outside, asking in a soft voice: “Meng Hemian, are you asleep?”

“Is something the matter?”

Meng Hemian opened the door, and the first thing she saw was Wen Shuyao’s beaming smile.

With sparkling eyes, she held a tray high with one hand: “I made ginger soup. Would you like to have some together?”

The steaming red sugar ginger soup, a mix of sweet fragrance and spicy heat, effectively dispelled the surrounding chill.

Two large sea-sized bowls were filled nearly to the brim, yet the tray was clean, not a single drop had spilled.

Meng Hemian remained silent, her gaze sweeping over Wen Shuyao’s fair wrist.

It was a particularly slender hand, the skin was thin, with blue veins clearly visible, making the girl appear fragile as a whole.

Recalling Wen Shuyao’s actions today, one would certainly think she was a soft, delicate girl.

But Meng Hemian felt something was off.

As she reached out to take the tray, her hand suddenly wobbled. The ginger soup rippled in the bowls, but she managed to steady it in time.

She had underestimated the weight of the item, she didn’t know where her grandmother had found such a solid wood tray, but it was “deceptively” heavy.

Maintaining a calm face, Meng Hemian naturally switched to holding the tray with both hands: “Come in and sit.”

Since the ginger soup was served in two portions, it was hard to refuse, especially after Wen Shuyao’s help today.

She placed the items on the small table by the bed and pulled over two wooden chairs.

Wen Shuyao obediently moved over and sat down.

Only after Meng Hemian took a sip of the ginger soup did she pick up her own portion to drink.

As she drank, she quietly peeked at the person in front of her through the gap above the rim of her bowl.

Perhaps this subtle scrutiny alerted Meng Hemian’s instincts, the latter looked up just as a muffled thunderclaps boomed outside. Wen Shuyao’s hand shook in response.

A bit of ginger soup spilled out.

Flustered, Wen Shuyao grabbed a tissue to wipe her clothes, a flush of red spreading across her cheeks.

Lowering her head, she said, “If I offended you today in any way, I’m very sorry. I haven’t had much schooling, and I’m not very good at getting along with people. There are still many things I need to learn. Please don’t mind.”

“Or… could you teach me?”

It was that sweet tone again, bordering on acting spoiled.

It was too intimate. Meng Hemian didn’t even dare drink her soup, fearing she might choke.

She thought to herself: If someone like Wen Shuyao is considered “bad at socializing,” then what was she?

“No need to teach. You are fine as you are.”

Meng Hemian answered flatly and finished the last of the ginger soup in her bowl.

As the warmth spread from her chest to her limbs, the irritability brought on by the thunderstorm dissipated along with it.

Hidden behind her bowl, Wen Shuyao pursed her lips repeatedly, but she couldn’t hide her smile.

She finished her soup with a “gulp-gulp” sound and gathered everything onto the tray to take away.

“Goodnight, Meng Hemian.”

“Mm.”

The bedroom door closed gently, leaving the spicy fragrance of ginger lingering in the room.

Meng Hemian sat in silence for a moment before suddenly realizing, this really was a massive storm.

So much so that she felt a sense of doubt, as if everything veiled behind the curtain of rain wasn’t quite real.

7:58 am

After a night of violent rain, the small town finally welcomed a clear day.

The clouds parted in sequence, and sunlight poured down, tapping lightly on every sun facing window.

Meng Hemian’s biological clock was always punctual, she was up before the alarm went off.

She folded the little white flower quilt into a sharp “tofu” square, finished washing up, and headed downstairs.

The expected mess was nowhere to be seen. The broken glass had been cleared away, the floor was scrubbed clean, and even the curtains were tied with pretty pink butterfly bows.

Wen Shuyao was standing on her tiptoes, struggling to reach the other half of the window frame to hang it.

She was still wearing yesterday’s maid dress.

“What are you doing up so early?”

Meng Hemian’s sudden voice caused Wen Shuyao’s shoulders to flinch, she was clearly startled.

Turning around, Wen Shuyao clutched her white apron and answered with downcast eyes, “I have to go to work at the cat café. I took half a day off yesterday, so I can’t delay any longer today.”

“Breakfast is simmering in the pot. I gave the garden a quick sweep, but the windows and the rabbit fence aren’t fixed yet…”

Despite having done so much already, she still hadn’t made any demands of Meng Hemian, preferring to furrow her brows and try to find a solution herself.

For a split second, Meng Hemian felt as though she had traveled back to an older era.

She was the feudal, tyrannical head of the household, and the maid under her was suffering under oppression, terrified of displeasing her.

Am I really that scary?

Meng Hemian: “I’ll go take a look in a bit.”

As soon as she spoke, the conflict in Wen Shuyao’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant smile.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

However, Meng Hemian’s gaze didn’t shift away. To be precise, it remained fixed on her maid outfit.

In the past, Meng Hemian wouldn’t “meddle in others’ business.”

But after spending last night together, she had unconsciously categorized Wen Shuyao as part of a “vulnerable group” even though she knew the girl possessed surprisingly strong arm strength.

Meng Hemian couldn’t resist asking: “Why are you dressed like that?”

Fortunately, Wen Shuyao didn’t mind her curiosity and explained gently, “This is my work uniform. I don’t usually wear this.”

She lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, and layers of lace bloomed like a flower.

Meng Hemian’s thoughts drifted.

Is that place a legitimate business? It’s not some shady shop that tricks innocent girls, is it?

She lowered her eyes, her emotions unreadable: “I’m meeting a friend today and will be back late. You don’t need to wait for me for dinner.”

Wen Shuyao nodded obediently and waved: “See you tonight then.”

As soon as she left, Meng Hemian headed to the utility room, she decided to fix the rabbit fence first.

Living alone for many years, she was capable of tasks like changing light bulbs and repairing appliances.

By the time Wan Xianyu arrived, Meng Hemian was busy nailing the fence.

With half a custard bun in her mouth, she swung the hammer, securing a piece of wood in a few swift strokes.

The little rabbits were so frightened by the “bang bang” noise that they hid inside their wooden hutch, not daring to peek out.

Wan Xianyu let out a “tsk-tsk”: “Master Meng, what exactly are you doing?”

Silence. Meng Hemian acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing, leaving Wan Xianyu standing there while she focused on repairing the railing.

The latter couldn’t handle even a bit of being ignored: “We haven’t seen each other in years, and you won’t even say hello?”

Meng Hemian hammered in the last nail, brushed her hands clean, and after finishing her bun, looked up at her.

The person before her had her messy hair tied in a ponytail and was grinning with annoyance, revealing a small canine tooth. Thanks to years of fitness, she managed to give a loose T-shirt and ripped jeans a unique flair.

She looked very much like the type of “big sister” who would risk her life for her friends.

But Meng Hemian knew her too well and asked back: “How am I supposed to talk while I’m eating?”

“…”

Wan Xianyu clenched her fists: “You are so punchable!”

The sentimental drama of old friends reuniting didn’t exist between them. Even as they strolled onto the main street, Wan Xianyu continued her one-sided nagging.

“I’m saying, since you’re back, you should at least rest more. How is just one month enough?”

Meng Hemian didn’t respond, she might not even stay for a full month.

Turning the corner led to the nearest shopping plaza.

There weren’t many cars here, but as they approached the crossing, people occasionally ignored the red light and jogged across the zebra stripes.

Only Meng Hemian patiently waited for the green light.

Wan Xianyu shoved one hand in her pocket, pretending to be casual: “Lunch is on me today.”

Meng Hemian raised an eyebrow: “Need a favor?”

“Yeah,” Wan Xianyu shifted restlessly on her toes. “My great aunt, do you remember her? She dotes on me like I’m her own granddaughter.”

The usually boisterous person’s tone turned serious, so Meng Hemian dropped her teasing attitude.

“I remember.”

Wan Xianyu looked at the sky again: “Good that you remember. She’s sick, and she wants to eat the wisteria cakes your grandmother used to make.”

Everyone in town knew that Grandma Meng’s wisteria cakes were the best. Similarly, they all knew that such a taste would never be experienced again.

Unable to guess Wan Xianyu’s intent, Meng Hemian frowned at her.

Traffic passed in front of them, and the green light changed several times, but the two remained at a standstill.

After a long silence, Wan Xianyu finally sighed: “I want to ask you to recreate Grandma Meng’s wisteria cakes.”

Meng Hemian squinted her eyes. She felt the same sense of absurdity she felt when a client made an outrageous request.

What was even more absurd was her realization that Wan Xianyu was serious.

She replied expressionlessly: “You are making things too difficult for me.”

Forget cakes, she barely even cooked!

The lunch they had truly opened Meng Hemian’s eyes.

Her childhood friend of twenty years finally decided to throw shame to the wind, grabbing her arm and wailing.

“Even Xiao Yao couldn’t recreate that taste. I’m truly at a dead end, which is why I came to you. You stayed by your grandmother’s side for so long, don’t you have any recipes or notes to refer to?”

She sighed and lamented, claiming she was at her wit’s end, as if Wan Xianyu would turn into a “salted fish” (dead fish) the next second if Meng Hemian didn’t help.

This caused people at the neighboring table to look over repeatedly.

To avoid sharing the embarrassment with Wan Xianyu, Meng Hemian finally pried her arm away with great effort and gave a reluctant “Mm.”

She was used to being cold to outsiders, but this was Wan Xianyu.

The person who, when Meng Hemian had a persistent high fever, took an overnight high-speed train to reach her, forced her into the hospital, and took care of her for the whole day.

She couldn’t just ignore her.

Meng Hemian was a bit preoccupied when she returned.

The wisteria in the yard swayed with the breeze, and in the distance, roses washed by the rain stood in tattered bloom.

She had called the window repairman and was standing idly under the wisteria trellis waiting.

But after a rustling sound, Meng Hemian’s vacant gaze gradually focused.

She seemed to see something in the rose bushes…

A rabbit?

Yellow fur, a white curled tail, it was standing on its hind legs, reaching for a half-bloomed rose.

Had Wen Shuyao’s rabbit escaped?

Recalling the fence damaged by last night’s storm, Meng Hemian lightened her steps and crept closer.

Perhaps because it had been comfortable in the pen for too long, this little rabbit had no sense of danger. It was focused on pulling at its flower and didn’t notice someone approaching from behind.

Meng Hemian bent down and effortlessly picked up the rabbit like she was grabbing a kitten.

The sudden sensation of being suspended in the air made the little rabbit kick its legs, trying to flee. However, Meng Hemian was determined to catch this runaway, and it couldn’t break free at all.

It appeared to be a Netherland Dwarf rabbit, only about the size of a palm, with pale tan fur, short ears, and a vacant stare.

Meng Hemian stared coldly at the little rabbit.

The rabbit gave a start, twitched its ears, and pawed the air, trying to squirm out of Meng Hemian’s hand.

One could tell it was very anxious.

As Meng Hemian expected, the rabbit was incredibly soft.

As it flailed its paws now, it revealed its snowy white belly fur, which looked exceptionally warm.

She “held” the rabbit captive with one hand, staring at it for a moment before suddenly reaching out. She unhurriedly poked the rabbit’s soft white belly and gave it a little rub.

The rabbit in her hand froze instantly, its pupils dilating!

Then, it went limp with its ears flattened, even raising its front paws in an attempt to cover its face, perhaps because it was too embarrassed to see anyone.

Meng Hemian couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Well, it seems quite cute?