Translator: ChiFu
Mu Zhan didn’t first check the rabbit mint when it was brought over. He had zero interest in it until he remembered later, so he ordered Zhao Dequan to go get it.
It was a turquoise grass with triangular, pointed leaves covered in short, soft hairs. The appearance was plain and unremarkable. The scent it emitted was faint and cool, with a slightly energizing scent.
Mu Zhan looked uninterested after two pinches. He carelessly tossed the grass back into the box before turning around to meet Wen Mingyu.
In the bedchamber, a soft pile of snow was dozing peacefully on the beauty couch.
Ever since his secret was disclosed, Wen Mingyu no longer had anything to conceal. When it was only him and Mu Zhan, he would transform back into a rabbit with gleeful abandon, letting his garments fall to the ground as he did so.
Now, getting tired while writing his script, he simply took a break.
As he passed by the desk, Mu Zhan glanced down at the characters he had scribbled. His eyes rapidly glanced over 10 lines. At a glance, while the plot was undeniably interesting, the style was somewhat juvenile. It was nevertheless thought to be a fine piece after revision and embellishment.
Mu Zhan wasn’t in a rush to read the story, however. He had other plans in mind that were important at the moment. Thus, he raised his foot, made a leisurely approach to the beauty coach, and sat down.
Beside his lap rested a tiny rabbit ball, its round, chubby bum facing him.
Mu Zhan looked at it as a small smile flickered in his eyes.
He then gently squeezed and tugged the rabbit’s dangling ears.
The dozing rabbit was disturbed and jerked unconsciously to avoid the obtrusive hand, but then its nose twitched as if it had caught some scent. It slowly opened its eyes and turned to face Mu Zhan.
The blue eyes were moist and dazed, and it was clearly not quite conscious.
Still, he made mild purring noises and tilted his head back. His claws picked at the hems of Mu Zhan’s robes for a while.
Looking at him, Mu Zhan believed he was hungry, so he took the dried fruit and delivered it to his mouth.
With eager desire in its eyes, the lop-eared rabbit readily twitched its nose. It vigorously embraced his hand, opened its mouth, and yipped a… bite at Mu Zhan’s finger.
Mu Zhan froze, noticing how wet and spongy his fingertips were.
The hand loosened, and the dried fruit dropped to the beauty coach. Yet nobody cared. On regular days, Wen Mingyu was fond of these savory sweet and sour treats, but it was entirely forgotten at this precise moment.
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The rabbit seemed to have stumbled upon an exquisite delicacy. It clung to Mu Zhan’s finger and cried out a pleasant, delightful cry while squinting its eyes.
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Mu Zhan was stiff, his eyes downcast and still, but from the initial haze of bewilderment to the subsequent recognition of what was happening, the light in his eyes kept on dimming.
According to Wen Changlan, rabbits find the grass to be quite alluring. They adored it greatly, and the smell could easily elicit excitement and intoxication in them.
He had listened, unimpressed, but he could now plainly see it. The lop-eared rabbit was holding the finger that still had remnants of the scent of rabbit mint on it from when he had just touched the grass. Wen Mingyu wandered to it and latched onto it tenaciously like a drunkard.
The movements were forthright and intense. The gentle, sweet purring gave the impression that being apart from him, even for a brief period of time, was unthinkable.
Mu Zhan’s heart was tumultuous, rippling like huge waves, and not at all serene.
After half an hour, the rabbit appeared to gradually regain consciousness. The claws clutching Mu Zhan began to relax. He was not biting with such intensity anymore.
As he observed, Mu Zhan asked someone to bring the rabbit mint over.
Before Wen Mingyu became fully awake, he took up the grass and purposefully waved it twice in front of him to get his attention.
Like a bait in a rabbit trap, the gluttonous rabbit was continuously tickled and bounced in mid-air.
Wen Mingyu fixed his gaze straight ahead and unconsciously waved with it. Stretching his claws, he leaped up to reach the rabbit mint. He ran in the direction the grass waved, briefly to the left and then to the right, his ball tail wiggling behind.
Eventually, the persistent rabbit rose to a height, bit into the rabbit mint, and then dangled there.
Mu Zhan paused, afraid that he would slip off, reaching out to support the fluffy rabbit’s buttocks.
Almost simultaneously, he lazily reclined back and half-lied on the beauty coach. The lop-eared rabbit was also naturally supported by him and placed on his chest.
He lowered his eyes and simply observed indulgently as the tiny mass of rabbit rolled on him, nuzzling, licking, and chewing the grass while squinting its eyes and twitching its ears in a mixture of delight and glee. The grass fascinated the rabbit, and it truly liked it.
At first, he found it cute when he looked at him like this. However, when the lop-eared rabbit gripped the grass and wholeheartedly forgot about everything else in favor of biting the grass, Mu Zhan was discreetly upset.
The grass was abruptly ripped from the rabbit’s arms by Mu Zhan.
Wen Mingyu’s eyes immediately followed closely, glancing in the direction of Mu Zhan while his consciousness was still a little foggy. Blinking his watery eyes, he only knew of his desire for wonderful grass.
When the grass fled, he decided to pursue it. He lunged forward just in time to step on Mu Zhan’s chest and bounce up, pressing a paw into the naively shaped chin, still utterly unaware.
Mu Zhan’s eyes had a faint sparkle. Suddenly, he squashed the grass in his hand, and a trickle of juice fell from his fingers and hit his face.
Wen Mingyu didn’t even pause when he scented it before lowering his head and approaching it, stretching out his tongue to lick away the sweet drops of grass juice. He licked it, but felt a little inadequate after that, so he hit his lips twice as if kissing him.
Mu Zhan froze, not anticipating such an outcome.
The lop-eared rabbit did receive a good treat and let out a contented whimper. It couldn’t resist thumping near the corner of Mu Zhan’s mouth twice with its tiny paws.
Mu Zhan was stunned. Then he curled his fingers around the fluffy feet and lifted him up. The soft pinkish patch of fur faced him, and then, as if driven by the devil, he kissed it.
Wen Mingyu, who was drowning in the mint scent, didn’t see anything amiss and enthusiastically slapped Mu Zhan’s mouth twice more in a cooperative manner.
Mu Zhan curled his lips and then handed his hand, which was drenched in rabbit mint juice, to the lop-eared rabbit’s mouth.
The target of happy thrashing changed, hugging it firmly as it licked and nibbled.
……
After a while, Wen Mingyu finally regained his bearings. His recollections of the scene from earlier started to return, becoming crystal clear in his head.
It’s over. What had he done!
Wen Mingyu’s expression collapsed a little.
I’m almost furious at myself.
He was reduced to the level of a foolish rabbit that could only purr and munch as soon as he touched the grass.
Hiding his face with two paws, he had no face to see anyone.
When he heard the sound of clothes rustling against one another, he couldn’t help but peep through his paws and found Mu Zhan staring down at his drenched hand that was oozing with glistening liquid from the tips of his fingers.
Wen Mingyu was stupefied.
Sensing his gaze, Mu Zhan cocked his head and asked, “Still want to lick?”
Only a void remained when Wen Mingyu’s head began to hum.
Better shark him! He’s already socially dead!
Mu Zhan appeared to be unaware of his embarrassment as he carefully got up and sat upright. The rabbit that had been resting on his chest naturally rolled downward like a snowball. The snowball landed in his palm as soon as he extended his hand.
It was just that this snowball coiled up and stopped revealing its face.
Mu Zhan took him for washing. While Mu Zhan washed his hands, the lop-eared rabbit had to clean its entire body; when he rolled around and nibbled grass, he got it all over, and the corners of his mouth were much worse.
Mu Zhan himself volunteered to bathe him with the utmost care, and he was unable to detect the tiniest flaw.
After this incident, Wen Mingyu couldn’t help but tell Mu Zhan not to let him touch that type of grass again in the future.
“Why? Do you not like it?” Mu Zhan didn’t seem to understand.
Like was like, but the shameful expression of being enchanted and out of his mind was so embarrassing. Sucking once was too costly; he’d rather starve.
Mu Zhan, however, didn’t concur. “If you like it, why must you bear it. It’s not as if anyone else has seen it; only this one has seen it. There is no need for you to mind.”
While Wen Mingyu listened, he thought it made sense. After hearing a few more convincing arguments, he honestly nodded in a confused manner and added in a quiet voice. “Once in a while is fine, but not too often.”
After all, rabbit mint won’t taste as tasty afterwards if you inhale too much of it. The path of sustainable development should be kept in mind.
Thus, every so often, Mu Zhan would pull out the rabbit mint, and the fuzzy, lop-eared rabbit would be drawn in, cuddling and nibbling it with a drunken little face and both eyes dazed. The body would turn and twist, making creamy and sweet purring noises before softening into a puddle and lying helplessly on its back, exposing his snow-white belly and grunting in ecstasy.
After exerting himself for a long period of time and becoming euphoric and exhausted, he laid down and stretched out like a rabbit cake.
Mu Zhan now extended his hand, massaged the rabbit’s ears, and pinched its tail. Do something over the top, and you won’t be rebuffed.
Wen Mingyu believed that the rabbit mint was the cause of his social downfall, that his dishonorable appearance had been made public, and that there was nothing left to live for.
But he passed away again two days later.
ChiFu: Not literal!
The comments are very warm. ChiFu feels it all the way to her heart. However, taking my time is not really good, not just for me but also for you. I have to finish their story this year, I have to! I must! But I will still take my time, erhm… XD let’s do our best, oi!
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Let’s finish this story in comfortable tempo for everyone!
Cute little rabbit, social downfall is nothing, then your husband is the peak of social pyramid!!!
Thank you for your translation 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
Well, I think it’s sad to see… He have to drug him for attention and his own pleasure (ب_ب) This situation isn’t good for any of them
Thank You for the new chapter (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡
Minty mint, mint, mint! Rabbit bliss! Pfft… Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🐇
I feel like the mint will be used a looot more by Mu Zhan XD
Thank you for the chapter ❤
Thanks for the chapter
Hahaha so freaking cute! I think it’s ok to trust Mu Zhan’s word on whether it’s humiliating or not, when he’s the only one there anyway. As if he would let anyone see his bunny in that state 🤭. Honestly, Wen Mingyu with his mint sounds a lot like I would be if I could turn my pet husband into a palm sized affectionate lil white bunny. I’m just happy it makes My Zhan happy, you know? He sounded so lonely before.