My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 6

Meng Hemian had a good night’s sleep last night and, for once, indulged in sleeping in for an extra hour.

By the time she went downstairs, Wen Shuyao had already left for work.

The flowers in the yard had been watered, the rabbit hutch was cleaned, fragrant and soft scallion pancakes were kept warm in the pot, and the soy milk still held a lingering warmth.

One wouldn’t know any better and might think Meng Hemian had hired a little housekeeper.

With every meal she ate from Wen Shuyao, Meng Hemian felt she owed her more and more.

But the scallion pancakes were indeed delicious, she unknowingly finished a whole one. Left with no choice, she consciously fulfilled her promise to look after Wen Shuyao’s little rabbits.

She brought her soy milk to the rabbit hutch.

The sun wasn’t too intense yet. The rabbits were busy eating hay, washing their faces, and chasing each other around.

Meng Hemian scanned them one by one, searching for her target.

However, after checking every enclosure several times, she still found nothing.

Why couldn’t she see that “little bread” from yesterday? Perhaps it was hiding in a corner somewhere.

Feeling a bit disappointed, she returned to the kitchen, poured out flour and sugar, and began practicing kneading dough again.

Without Wen Shuyao there to guide her, baking became a bit more difficult.

Unable to grasp the right amount of water, the dough was either too wet or too dry. Without the correct technique, her hands and arms began to ache after just a few kneads.

Fortunately, repeated attempts yielded results. She finally managed to make relatively normal red bean cakes before the small bag of flour ran out.

Even though the crust wasn’t flaky at all and the filling was overly sweet, Meng Hemian was satisfied with today’s outcome.

In her view, once you promised someone something, you had to do your best to complete it, like making wisteria cakes for Wan Xianyu, or taking care of Wen Shuyao’s rabbits.

At noon, Meng Hemian hurriedly made herself a bowl of soy sauce noodles. After eating, she wandered around the garden again.

She placed fresh lettuce leaves in the rabbit hutch and waited patiently by the side.

Most of the rabbits crowded around to eat the leaves, their cheeks bulging contentedly.

But only that “bread rabbit” was missing. Meng Hemian frowned, could it have escaped again?

The wisteria swayed in the wind. Among the branches of the rose vines, there were occasional abrupt flower stalks, as if they had been stealthily nibbled off by some small animal.

Click….

The sound of a key inserting into the lock instantly caught Meng Hemian’s attention.

“Wen Shuyao?”

She thought Wen Shuyao had finished work early, but there was no answer from outside, and the garden remained silent.

She walked over quickly, the door was shut tight, and sure enough, not a soul was in sight.

Had she misheard?

Meng Hemian turned around in confusion, only to bump into a silly-looking little rabbit face. Its dark, beady eyes were full of nervousness.

Their eyes met, and both froze for a second or two. The little rabbit’s ears twitched, it finally reacted and moved its short legs, trying to run.

However, Meng Hemian had long limbs. In three steps, she caught up.

This time, she didn’t grab it by the scruff of its neck. Instead, she picked the whole rabbit up, her movements fast and precise.

Meng Hemian scratched the rabbit’s chin: “Why do you always manage to sneak out? Is it because you’re too small and the gaps in the fence are too big?”

With the experience of being caught last time, Wen Shuyao gave up struggling directly and allowed Meng Hemian to stroke her.

Anyway, having her chin scratched felt quite comfortable. She clung to Meng Hemian’s arm with a “resigned to fate” attitude, temporarily giving up on trying.

The next second, however, she was placed into an empty plastic rabbit food bag by Meng Hemian and hung onto a tree branch next to the hutch.

Aren’t you going to put me back?

Wen Shuyao anxiously stood on her tiptoes, poking her small head out of the plastic bag, her ears pressed straight to listen to Meng Hemian’s movements.

She saw Meng Hemian enter the storage room.

Her ears twitched as she heard Meng Hemian’s footsteps returning, heavier than before.

Her eyes widened as she discovered Meng Hemian carrying an iron hammer in one hand and dragging several thin wooden boards in the other.

Meng Hemian crouched in front of the empty enclosure and held the boards against the fence to measure them.

Wen Shuyao suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Bang, bang, bang…

The sound of the hammer hitting nails suddenly rang out, heavily waking any sleeping souls. All the little rabbits were startled.

As it turned out, Meng Hemian’s manual skills were strong. With the hammer swinging and falling, in less than half an hour, she had transformed the fence into an airtight wooden barrel.

Forget a little rabbit, even a bug probably couldn’t crawl out of there.

She brushed the dust off her hands and took down the paper bag. The bewildered little rabbit was now facing its new home.

The sunlight was getting a bit piercing. Meng Hemian squinted: “Are you moved?”

Wen Shuyao was as stunned as a “wooden rabbit,” not moving an inch.

She looked up and saw that beautifully curved jawline, those pale red lips, and those eyes that looked like a cat’s in the afternoon, lazy and satisfied.

She seemed to see the corner of Meng Hemian’s mouth curl up slightly, looking even more like a cat that had caught its prey.

Meng Hemian casually stroked the rabbit’s head, her tone light: “This way, you can never escape again.”

It was as if a cold breeze swept across her back, every strand of rabbit fur stood on end.

Wen Shuyao didn’t yet understand the full meaning behind those words, but instinct made her look up and comfortingly lick Meng Hemian’s finger.

A rabbit licking a person represents trust, but it can also help soothe its own nervous mood.

Unfortunately, Meng Hemian didn’t understand. She had only a superficial knowledge of raising rabbits and thought this was an act of acting spoiled.

The vegetable leaves in the hutch were mostly finished. Even if she put this rabbit back, there would be nothing for it to eat.

Meng Hemian pondered for a few seconds and then, with a clear conscience, carried the little rabbit back to her own room.

In the room composed of black, white, and gray, only the bed looked out of place. The floral bedsheets were so “fresh” they were almost eyesores.

Meng Hemian actually had her usual bedsheets here, but for some reason, she still hadn’t swapped out this floral set.

As soon as Wen Shuyao was placed on the desk, she immediately scurried to the corner against the wall, trying to shrink into a ball. She even buried her paws in her fur, attempting to minimize her presence.

When she’s done playing, she’ll put me back, right?

The moment she sat at the desk, Meng Hemian returned to an expressionless state, as if the lazy appearance from earlier was an illusion.

She placed a handful of fresh vegetable leaves in front of the rabbit, opened her laptop, and began typing “clack-clack-clack” on the keyboard.

Rows of complex code appeared on the screen. Meng Hemian watched intently, not paying attention to what the rabbit was doing.

But she could hear it, the rabbit in the corner “crunch-crunching” on the vegetables. Occasionally, she could glimpse it using its paws to wash its face or yawning dazedly.

She seemed to hear fine, rhythmic breathing, even the room felt a bit more alive.

As the last spacebar hit was made, Meng Hemian and the rabbit stretched simultaneously, and then their eyes met once more.

Wen Shuyao: “…”

She cautiously pulled her paws back, pretending to be a stuffed rabbit toy.

Then she saw the person in front of her smile gently again: “You didn’t get my desk dirty. Good girl.”

This time, the rabbit was truly stunned, its heart went thump-thump-thump so fast.

Meng Hemian suddenly spoke: “This is a mouse.”

She pushed the mouse aside and instead picked up the rabbit.

Covering it with her whole hand, she could just hide its body, leaving only its small head exposed.

She continued: “This is a ‘Rabbit mouse’ (Tu-biao).”

The fur was smooth, the body soft, and the temperament was exceptionally good, she could rub and fiddle with it however she liked without it getting angry.

She flicked the rabbit’s white tail and rested her head on her hand, sighing at the excellent texture: “A ‘Rabbit mouse’ is better after all.”

Wen Shuyao: “…?”

Was Meng Hemian actually like this in private!?

This person seemed to have discovered a very fun toy, drawing repeated circles on the rabbit’s back, smoothing the fur out and then messing it up again.

After several minutes of this, the rabbit lay lower and lower, its ears trembling.

It seemed finally unable to bear it, its short legs kicked hard, escaping Meng Hemian’s “devilish claws.”

“What’s wrong?” Meng Hemian saw it trembling violently, its rabbit eyes even looking a bit dazed.

It was soft as a cloud, as soon as she tried to prop it up, it flopped down.

“Are you tired of playing?” The Great Demon King uncharacteristically showed mercy and picked the rabbit up: “I’ll take you back.”

It was just a few steps, being held in Meng Hemian’s arms against her skin, but Wen Shuyao felt as if several years had passed.

She lay in Meng Hemian’s newly renovated rabbit hutch. Only after the person had walked far away did she manage to recover her strength and transform back into human form.

The girl’s figure was slender, dressed in a simple white skirt, but her eyes were half-closed as she panted softly. The corners of her eyes were flushed a charming red, adding a touch of lingering intimacy to the scene.

Her heart rate was far beyond normal, like she had just been fished out of water.

How terrible.

Her legs were so weak she couldn’t even climb over the fence…