My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 34

That’s right. Wen Shuyao had once again dug out the clothes Tu Shanxiu had given her.

What looked like a perfectly normal dress actually featured a side slit that reached all the way to the root of her thigh, and the choker around her neck was actually a repurposed garter.

The little rabbit had cast aside her shame and put everything on the line tonight, she was determined to make Meng Hemian “reach enlightenment” and see the light.

Wen Shuyao pretended not to understand: “Avant-garde? What’s avant-garde? Don’t you like my new necklace?”

Meng Hemian’s thoughts had drifted off to who knows where, she looked dazed and trance-like.

She unconsciously picked up her glass and took a sip, only to taste a rich alcoholic flavor a second later.

The liquid was smooth, and the intense fragrance of osmanthus rushed straight into her lungs, making her feel as if she were standing under an osmanthus tree in full autumn bloom.

Meng Hemian’s stomach warmed instantly, and the alcohol went slightly to her head.

“Ssh…” She put the glass down, only daring to take that one sip.

Wen Shuyao’s face was the picture of innocence as she explained, “This is the osmanthus wine Sister Xiu sent. Is it good?”

Meng Hemian nodded repeatedly: “It’s alright…”

As she spoke, she lowered her head to look for her cutlery, only to realize there were no utensils laid out on the white tablecloth.

From beside her came Wen Shuyao’s cheerful voice: “Are you looking for these?”

Meng Hemian’s neck stiffened as she looked up.

There was a clean set of knife and fork. Wen Shuyao was pursing her lips, gazing at her obediently.

A breeze blew, and in the fluttering of the skirt, a section of snow white thigh was revealed, dazzling Meng Hemian’s eyes.

Meng Hemian’s throat bobbed. She cautiously reached out to take them: “Thank you?”

But Wen Shuyao didn’t let go.

Using the gesture of handing over the items, she easily slid onto Meng Hemian’s lap.

The candlelight reflected her sweet smile and also mirrored Meng Hemian in her eyes.

The night was quiet and the wind was still. The two shadows on the wall were pressed tightly together, creating an atmosphere that was hazy and romantic.

Meng Hemian didn’t dare move an inch. She only saw Wen Shuyao bury her head by her neck, her hair brushing against her with a tingling, numbing itch.

Wen Shuyao spoke: “I really like Meng Hemian.”

She was now very skilled at expressing her affection: “From that night you braved the rainstorm to check the rabbit hutch for me, I liked you.”

Meng Hemian was moved, but she shifted the subject somewhat unnaturally.

“Shouldn’t we eat first?”

Wen Shuyao was very dissatisfied with her reaction and gave a soft huff: “You can eat the rabbit first.”

She then picked up the glass Meng Hemian had sipped from.

Tu Shanxiu had said that wine bolsters a rabbit’s courage; at a time like this, a moderate amount of alcohol is best.

By the time Meng Hemian wanted to snatch it back, it was too late. Wen Shuyao drained the glass in one gulp and smacked her lips to savor the taste.

A sickly flush rose to her cheeks, and her vision scattered for a moment. She looked blank like a fragile porcelain doll that was easy to handle.

Meng Hemian hurriedly asked: “The alcohol content of this wine is a bit high. Do you feel unwell?”

She wasn’t clear on Wen Shuyao’s alcohol tolerance.

The person in her arms rolled her eyes; even her breath carried the sweet scent of osmanthus wine.

Wen Shuyao’s soft lips suddenly pressed against her, but it was only like a stamp, hurriedly pressing against the earlobe, the side of the face, and the corner of the mouth before pulling away.

Yet the intoxicating scent of osmanthus lingered. Meng Hemian felt inexplicably thirsty, and her heartbeat suddenly slowed down, beating with a heavy thud.

Even though she hadn’t moved, her hands only loosely holding the girl to prevent her from falling. Wen Shuyao took the initiative first.

She tentatively licked Meng Hemian’s lips, watching her reaction with watery eyes.

Her movements also revealed a hint of clumsiness. Her hand touched the strap of her own dress, then pulled back uncertainly, turning instead to hook Meng Hemian’s collar.

She wanted to unbutton the shirt, but for some reason, the more she hurried, the clumsier her hands became.

The small buttons slipped and slid in her hands, refusing to come undone.

Finally, Wen Shuyao gave up. Instead, she took Meng Hemian’s hand and guided it to touch her own collar.

She looked up like a sacrificial lamb or a captured beast, her voice tinged with hoarseness and a nasal tone.

“I’m sorry,” Wen Shuyao’s eyes were misty, yet she frowned and apologized seriously: “I… it’s my first time seducing someone.”

“I’ll definitely do better next time.”

Meng Hemian was stunned: “There’s a next time?”

Wen Shuyao pouted aggrievedly: “I’ve already done all this, why… why aren’t you moving?”

Meng Hemian was suddenly at a loss, like a program that couldn’t find a matching driver, anxious, but with infinite error reports.

She reflected deeply on herself: was she really too old fashioned? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have forced Yaoyao to gulp down the wine.

At this moment, the little rabbit had already begun to act spoiled.

She pulled Meng Hemian’s hand toward her leg: “Meng Hemian, don’t you want to touch my tail?”

The sensation of the delicate skin on her hand was like silk, yet what flashed through Meng Hemian’s mind was a fluffy little rabbit tail.

She shouted “pervert” at herself in her mind, but it didn’t work, she still wanted to.

Wen Shuyao’s soft voice acted like a catalyst: “Touch it, please touch it~”

Meng Hemian couldn’t hold back, her hand was just about to reach into the skirt.

But then she heard Wen Shuyao speak in a daze: “My head is a bit dizzy, I think I see two Meng Hemians…”

Meng Hemian raised an eyebrow: “Yaoyao?”

It sounded like a certain demon was drunk and starting to talk nonsense.

Wen Shuyao lowered her eyes and continued to complain aggrievedly: “Neither one of them will touch me…”

A whole person shrunk into a small bundle in Meng Hemian’s arms, her head hanging very low.

Meng Hemian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she reached out to rub the little rabbit’s head.

Wen Shuyao whimpered: “More.”

So Meng Hemian patiently rubbed her a few more times, treating it as smoothing her fur.

On the last stroke, the weight in her arms vanished. Wen Shuyao had disappeared, replaced by a fluffy “bread loaf” rabbit.

The little rabbit shook its head, leaped down from Meng Hemian’s lap, and began running laps around the living room.

Just like that, the romantic atmosphere was gone, replaced by a pet channel. What happens when you raise a rabbit.

The little rabbit ran laps, scratched the floor with its paws, and scratched the sofa fabric. It jumped onto Meng Hemian’s lap, then onto the dining table to eat the broccoli on the plate.

It tried to wash its face and lick its paws but was caught and held by Meng Hemian, in anger, it knocked over a box of tissues.

When picked up by Meng Hemian, it tried to burrow into her collar to be a “rogue rabbit.”

While Meng Hemian was blowing out the candles, the rabbit circled her, clinging to her leg as if it were a leg accessory.

After an hour of tossing and turning, finally, the little rabbit collapsed and completely passed out drunk.

Meng Hemian picked up the “rabbit strip,” unable to help but laugh, it turned out her little rabbit was a lightweight!

By the time Wen Shuyao woke up, it was already the next day.

The party involved was filled with regret. She really shouldn’t have drunk that glass of wine. Meng Hemian had clearly started to “get handsy” what a breakthrough that would have been.

Fortunately, if there’s a first time, there’s a second.

Today, Meng Hemian had to do some market research. Wen Shuyao was basking in the sun in the garden, supervising Meng Hemian as she changed the water and hay in the rabbit hutch.

The rabbit strip flipped over, beginning to sun its back and tail fur.

She stretched: “The weather is so nice. When will Meng Hemian finish her work and come bask in the sun with me?”

Meng Hemian’s movements paused for a moment, then she sped up significantly.

Just then, someone outside the courtyard wall rang the doorbell with a “ding-dong.” As soon as Meng Hemian opened the door, she met a pair of upturned golden fox eyes.

A real fox.

Its fur was crimson all over, with long limbs, a bushy tail, and large furry ears, even its fox face was delicate and handsome.

Even while being held up like that for someone else to see, it didn’t struggle at all, remaining quite calm.

Then Wan Xianyu poked her head out from behind the fox, grinning foolishly: “Look what I ‘stole’ from the cat cafe! Hehe, a big foxie!”

The fox opened its mouth, its tone soft and charming: “We just met the day before yesterday.”

It was Tu Shanxiu.

Meng Hemian realized, no wonder the fox looked so familiar.

She stepped aside to let Wan Xianyu in. The woman was still clutching the fox and babbling: “As soon as I walked into the cat cafe, I saw it sleeping on the table. I had to bring it over for you to see.”

After saying that, Wan Xianyu daringly stroked the glossy fox fur.

“Look, the color of this fur is so good.”

The fox glanced at Wan Xianyu nonchalantly, its tail softly sweeping across her wrist.

Meng Hemian hesitated to speak, finally giving a subtle suggestion: “It’s better not to take animals out of the cat cafe.”

Otherwise, watch out for an assassination by the Cat Lady.

Wan Xianyu didn’t care: “What’s there to be afraid of? I’m very familiar with the boss.”

Meng Hemian stared at the fox in her arms, expressionless: “You mean, Tu Shanxiu?”

“Yeah.”

The “boss” rolled over in her arms, revealing a snow white belly. That fox face held a half-smile, looking particularly intelligent.

Wan Xianyu marveled: “Wow, she really looks like a fox spirit!”

Meng Hemian: “…”

Her childhood friend’s nerves were sometimes as thick as a horse’s leg; the fact that she had lived this long was purely due to luck.

She couldn’t bear to watch any longer, so she offered: “Sit down. I’ll go get you a glass of water.”

Wan Xianyu wasn’t polite and sat down heavily on a lounge chair.

The fox also spoke up opportunistically: “Get me a cup of tea as well, thank you.”

Meng Hemian didn’t nod or respond, heading straight into the house.

“Sister Xiu, she can’t hear you.”

Wen Shuyao’s weak voice came from the rocking chair on the other side.

The little rabbit had tucked its ears and curled into a ball, shrinking into the corner, you really wouldn’t notice her if you didn’t look closely.

Tu Shanxiu tilted her head, sizing her up. Suddenly, she covered her mouth and let out a fox like giggle.

“Don’t you know? I mixed some Diaotang fruit into the medicine I gave you last time. Meng Hemian can understand us when we speak.”

Can understand us when we speak?

As soon as that sentence entered her brain, Wen Shuyao instantly turned into a “stunned wood rabbit.”

Ah?