My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 9

Wen Shuyao suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Meng Hemian didn’t keep up immediately, and the pitter-patter of the rain fell all over Wen Shuyao’s body.

She tilted the umbrella toward her. “Wen Shuyao?”

Wen Shuyao started, as if waking from a dream, and hurriedly ducked back under the umbrella.

Unfortunately, the rain was so heavy that her clothes had become soaked in those few short seconds, when the wind blew, it felt even colder.

Water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, but her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red.

“Sorry, I was just… thinking about something.”

Thinking about what exactly had led to the current situation.

Her body seemed to have developed a “taste for the marrow,” remembering the sensation from before. Even though Meng Hemian had only touched her waist, she had become so sensitive that she felt weak.

Especially now, the soft tingling in her waist seemed to be urging her to do something to resolve the issue, leading to a sense of groundless anxiety.

“Walk a bit faster. Go home and change so you don’t catch a cold,” Meng Hemian reminded her, seeing her distracted expression.

“Oh…”

It was fine before Meng Hemian spoke, but once she did, Wen Shuyao truly felt the chill.

She couldn’t help but want to move closer to the heat source beside her for instance, leaning against Meng Hemian.

Warm body heat traveled through her wet clothes. Unknowingly, she gripped Meng Hemian’s arm, drawing from the only source of warmth.

Clinging together like this, the anxiety in her heart slowly dissipated, even the thunder failed to catch her attention.

The streetlights were dim. Meng Hemian walked while dragging this “large human pendant,” occasionally speaking up to remind her of steps or turns.

She felt that the current Wen Shuyao was like a plush doll, soft and warm, following every lead, clinging to her and refusing to let go.

Could she have been scared by the thunder?

Meng Hemian wanted to say something to distract her, but then she heard a weak, kitten-like voice from beside her.

“I think… I got your clothes wet too…”

Wen Shuyao poked her shoulder, looking up at her with dark, moist eyes full of apology.

As they reached the front door, the sound of thunder gradually receded, and with the prolonged contact, her reason finally returned.

She released the arm she had been clutching, only to find that Meng Hemian’s other shoulder was also soaked.

Meng Hemian had given her most of the umbrella and ended up drenched by a significant amount of rain herself.

Wen Shuyao was overcome with guilt. “I’ll wash it for you later.”

“It’s fine.”

Meng Hemian didn’t mind. She took out her keys to open the door, turning on the lights in the entryway and the living room as she went.

The surroundings suddenly brightened.

She turned back, intending to call out to Wen Shuyao, but she suddenly froze, forgetting what she wanted to say.

The fabric of the bodycon dress Wen Shuyao was wearing was light and silky naturally, once wet, it clung even tighter to her skin.

The cut appeared simple, but in reality, it hugged and tightened in all the right places, perfectly tracing the curves of her body and giving Wen Shuyao a completely different style.

Despite the dazed and lost look in her eyes, her impressive figure was on full display, making her look like a bewildered little beast that had wandered into a hunting ground.

It had been too dark on the street to see clearly, and only now did Meng Hemian realize this didn’t look like an ordinary nightgown or dress, it looked more like a small formal dress for a banquet.

Wen Shuyao also stood dazed in front of the full-length mirror in the entryway.

This was already the most “ordinary” and simple piece of clothing Tu Shanxiu had given her.

The others either had open backs or open waists, with the hemlines and chests all skimping on fabric, they felt chilly just wearing them out.

At the time, she only thought this dress was a bit tight, she never imagined it would look like this on her body.

So, what should she do now? She instinctively wanted to pull the hem down a bit, but felt that wasn’t quite right either.

Caught in a state of indecision, she stood there stiffly like a frightened rabbit.

Meng Hemian nonchalantly averted her gaze. “Go change your clothes, don’t catch a cold.”

Then, looking down, she muttered softly, “Why have we been getting caught in the rain so much lately?”

She didn’t ask why Wen Shuyao was dressed like that. Her perfectly normal behavior actually made Wen Shuyao feel a bit disappointed.

Does Meng Hemian not fall for this kind of thing?

Just as this thought appeared in her mind, the person beside her sneezed.

Meng Hemian touched her own forehead, she seemed to have a slight fever.

Years of overtime had left her health in a poor state. Now, after being blown by the wind and soaked by rain, it wasn’t surprising she’d catch a cold.

“Don’t just stand there like a fool. You’ll get sick if you keep standing there,” her voice was slightly raspy.

Wen Shuyao snapped out of it instantly, her reason taking the upper hand.

“The one who’s going to get sick is clearly you,” she grumbled in complaint, yet couldn’t help but worry for Meng Hemian.

At this point, she didn’t care how short the skirt was or what she had to do to get Meng Hemian’s attention.

Without even changing her shoes, she ran barefoot to the living room to find the first-aid kit.

Wen Shuyao knelt on the floor rummaging through drawers. “Why did you give the umbrella to me?”

“You didn’t need to come out to pick me up in the first place.”

“Now look, we’re both soaked!”

Two voices rang out at once. Both Meng Hemian and Wen Shuyao were startled.

After a long pause, they both began to laugh in perfect synchronization.

Meng Hemian curled her lips. “That sounds really stupid.”

Wen Shuyao didn’t disagree. She looked around but couldn’t find the kit, becoming a bit anxious.

“When I was doing housework last week, I think I put the medicine box in my room.”

She suddenly stood up and leaned in toward Meng Hemian.

The latter didn’t have time to react before being met with Wen Shuyao’s worried expression.

Then, a warm hand was pressed against her forehead. After a few seconds of hesitation, the hand boldly moved to touch her cheek.

It seemed they really had become close; before, Wen Shuyao would have asked permission just to pull on her sleeve.

Wen Shuyao frowned. “You do have a bit of a fever. I’ll go fix some cold medicine for you.”

She jogged upstairs. As if possessed, Meng Hemian followed her.

Wen Shuyao’s room was just like her, a fresh and warm pastoral style. There were bright vegetable-shaped pillows, books arranged by color, and fluffy ornaments hanging from the curtains.

“Wait a moment, let me find where the medicine box is.”

Wen Shuyao hurriedly pulled open a cabinet door, failing to notice the things placed on the floor.

As a result, a paper bag she hadn’t had time to tidy away was knocked over, and clothes spilled across the floor.

And that black leather collar rolled out just like that, tumbling right in front of Meng Hemian in full view of everyone.

“…”

Meng Hemian stared at it for two seconds, feeling inexplicably that it would go very well with the dress Wen Shuyao was wearing today.

Wait, stop that! Had the fever muddled her brain? What on earth was she thinking about lately?

She appeared expressionless on the outside, but internally, she condemned herself harshly.

Wen Shuyao saw it too, and her movements froze for a moment.

“This… this is…”

She stammered, her little brain having completely ground to a halt. Those words were simply too difficult for her to say out loud.

Meng Hemian spoke with a breezy, nonchalant air: “It’s fine. It’s normal for young people to like different styles of clothing.”

It was unclear who this display of righteous dignity was actually intended for.

Meng Hemian warned herself repeatedly: It’s just a choker. Don’t let your mind wander into baseless associations. Even if it didn’t match Wen Shuyao’s usual style, if Wen Shuyao liked wearing it, that was her business.

She leaned over, picked up the collar, held it in her hand for a moment, and then gently placed it on the table.

Wen Shuyao bit her lip, feeling even worse. Meng Hemian would surely think she was someone who enjoyed “spicy” things now. Because the little trinkets Tu Shanxiu gave her were definitely not “proper” accessories!

She didn’t know what “seduction” was supposed to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. At the very least… at the very least, shouldn’t she have gotten Meng Hemian to hug her?

Her mind was a whirlwind of wild thoughts, but her hands didn’t stop. She pulled the first-aid kit out of the cabinet, found two packets of cold medicine, and handed them to Meng Hemian.

“Why are you still looking at me? What’s there to see? Go back, take your medicine, change, and go to sleep!”

Wen Shuyao took action, giving Meng Hemian several firm shoves.

What’s there to see?

But Meng Hemian simply wanted to look at her. Today’s thunderstorm had been an accident, but that accident had become incredibly vivid because of Wen Shuyao’s arrival. Wen Shuyao was like a frantic little rabbit scurrying about to find its winter stores, her presence hadn’t brought a single shred of negativity.

But Wen Shuyao was getting a little angry.

For the first time, she looked truly serious: “Meng Hemian, do you not know how to mix the medicine yourself?”

Meng Hemian replied dully, “I do.”

Wen Shuyao reached out toward her. “Then go do what you’re supposed to. And while you’re at it, take off your clothes and give them to me so I can wash them together.”

Meng Hemian tugged at her short-sleeved shirt and asked slowly, “I should take them off right now?”

The weather wasn’t cold as long as the wind wasn’t blowing, and she was only wearing this one shirt.

Wen Shuyao blinked, her face instantly turning red right to the tips of her ears. This person was actually joking with her. No…behind that facade, she was exactly the kind of “villain” who would catch a little rabbit just to tease it!

Meng Hemian shook the medicine in her hand, returning to her serious demeanor.

“Thanks. I’ll put the clothes in the laundry basket myself later. Get some sleep.”

She then thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Returning to her own room, she changed, mixed the medicine, and slowly drank the deathly bitter concoction. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of the cup that a thought occurred to her: If I had said I didn’t know how, would Wen Shuyao have mixed it herself and brought it to my room?

The thought flickered by, and Meng Hemian sternly told herself in her mind: Lying is wrong. Lying to Wen Shuyao is even more wrong!

She tidied up and lay in bed. Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, the image of Wen Shuyao walking toward her with the umbrella seemed to appear before her eyes again. Putting aside all other emotions, at the very least, she had been happy at that moment.

For the first time, Meng Hemian felt that returning to Jianglou had been a truly good decision.

For the next few days, Meng Hemian focused on recovering.

She continued her routine: practicing pastry-making in the mornings, taking on some freelance work in the afternoons, and finding time to feed the rabbits. Every day, Wen Shuyao supervised her medicine intake, knowing it was out of kindness, she didn’t find it bothersome.

As for the little accessory she had seen that day, she didn’t mention it at all. She felt their relationship was decent, but not yet at the stage where she could pry into everything, and she certainly had no standing to manage what someone else chose to wear.

Meng Hemian was bothered by something else entirely.

For some reason, the rabbits in the enclosure no longer dared to approach the food in her hand. Only after she set down the vegetables and hay and walked far away would they slowly creep forward. Meng Hemian suspected she had scared them when she fixed the fence last time, leading to this rejection.

And most importantly, she could never find that pale yellow little rabbit.

She looked in the morning, at noon, and even opened the little wooden hutch to check, but it was never there. When she asked Wen Shuyao, the latter simply told her: “It’s fine. Maybe it’ll come back after a while. It just doesn’t like being locked in a cage.”

Meng Hemian thought for a moment and said softly, “Is that so?”

She hadn’t said anything else, but Wen Shuyao immediately became alert, fearing she might think the little rabbit was too wild by nature to be a house pet. In reality, Wen Shuyao liked Meng Hemian a bit more than she liked “freedom” right now. Going outside meant she might not get enough to eat, but at Meng Hemian’s house, she could eat three bowls in one meal.

Meng Hemian didn’t mind.

To solidify her position, Wen Shuyao gritted her teeth and made up an excuse.

“Tomorrow, why don’t you check again tomorrow? She usually only runs off for two or three days.”

So, early this morning, Meng Hemian waited just as Wen Shuyao had suggested. She idly flipped through her grandmother’s notes in her room. As the sun came out and the morning dew evaporated, many flowers in the yard bloomed, each one delicate and dripping with moisture.

A little rabbit head rustled as it poked out from the bushes.

The pen in Meng Hemian’s hand spun once as she stood up quietly.

Seeing no one around, the little rabbit boldly took a bite of a pink rose petal.

What’s the harm in letting Meng Hemian pet me once? Anyway… anyway, I’m the one who feels good.

While comforting herself, she stood up to taste the sweet rose petals she hadn’t had in a long time. Unfortunately, before she could eat much, a shadow appeared behind her. By the time she reacted, her four paws were already dangling in the air.

Meng Hemian picked up the rabbit and looked it over repeatedly, utterly puzzled: “Just how did you get out?”

She had nailed the fence tight with no gaps, and there were no signs of burrowing on the ground.

Meng Hemian placed the little rabbit on the table, expertly kneading its warm belly and smoothing its fur over and over. She wrapped the rabbit in a clean paper towel to wipe away the dust and grass blades, leaving only a furry head poking out.

After studying it for a few seconds, she suddenly blurted out: “Rabbit burrito.”

Wen Shuyao: “…”

She knew this would happen!