Chapter 1 — My Fold-Eared Rabbit

The floppy-eared rabbit beastman suffers from separation anxiety. Whenever I can't find him, I cry until my tears dry. Pink eyes, making people both love and love. I thought he was very good, until my vision was obscured by those furry ears. He ignored my pleas and rushed forward. "The beastman's genes have been modified." He held my waist tightly, smiled and explained, "so... the tail is longer than a normal rabbit." That's true. Every aspect is the same.01When I first bought this rabbit, I really didn't think much about it. Simply because it was about to die, lying in a cage barely alive. The pure white fur had been dyed gray by dirt, and the pale pink eyes were half-closed, like withering rose petals. Very beautiful, but standing on the edge of destruction. It looks like there is no happiness at all, nor any regret for the world. That appearance shocked me, I couldn't help but stop in the middle of the bustling crowd. This place is the most chaotic neighborhood of Suong Thanh, which is not a street I usually take. Just because I worked overtime until midnight today, I chose a shortcut to get home. As if possessed by a ghost, I reached out my hand. The rabbit in the cage was initially motionless, not like a living thing, but rather like a ball of cotton that a child got tired of playing with and then threw away. Pathetic, pitiful. But when I got closer, it suddenly pressed its nose against the iron bars and rubbed my fingertips. Very soft. The breath was also warm. "If you don't buy it, don't touch it." The owner walked out of the shop aggressively, his face fierce. "Get out of the way, I still have to do business." After shouting, he kicked the cage again: "You unlucky thing, if you dare die, I will kill you." The innocent lop-eared rabbit immediately cowered, trying to minimize his existence. I stopped him: "I buy." His attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, his eyes glanced from my coat to my bag. "You're such a kind person, don't look at this girl like that now, she's pretty after a bath..." "I'm not in the mood to listen to you blabber on. Tell me the price." I coldly interrupted.02I decided to take the rabbit for treatment first. Holding it in my chest, it snuggled into the collar of my coat, just a tiny pinch. I finally found a veterinary hospital that was open at midnight. During the examination, it trembled uncontrollably, only when I put my hand on its cheek did it calm down. "The injury is not serious, it's just being starved for too long, leading to malnutrition." The doctor frowned tightly. "Rabbits are very susceptible to separation anxiety. If you don't pay more attention at home, it will become more susceptible to depression." "It turns out pets can also be depressed..." I caressed the soft long ears and asked softly: "What should I do?" "The doctor's answer was very brief. When I got home, the rabbit seemed to have regained some of its spirit, curiously looking left and right, but still stuck to my leg. I sat down on the sofa, flipped through the thick book "108 things to pay attention to when raising rabbits". "You should not bathe rabbits, because the rabbit's immune system is quite weak, bathing can easily cause colds, pneumonia and stress reactions." Having read this, I gently rubbed the little furry head: "It's even more fragile than I imagined. What should I do? Do I let you stay dirty like this?" The drooping ears moved twice, and the round pink eyes opened wide to look at me. Are you dissatisfied? “I'm not criticizing you.” I laughed, "The book says you can use dry bath powder. I'll go buy it tomorrow. But tonight I can't help it." I wrapped the rabbit in a blanket, then walked into the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I heard scratching at the door. Opening it, the rabbit jumped straight into my lap. If I hadn't opened the door in time, it would have crashed right in? I sighed softly. The doctor really wasn't wrong. It's extremely clingy, and as soon as its owner leaves its sight, it immediately panics and feels uneasy. "Hey, if you go in, you'll get wet." I lifted it up and placed it carefully

shelf, "Can you wait here?" The rabbit shook his head, then jumped straight onto the sink. An unbelievable scene happened: it turned on the faucet on its own, and even adjusted it to the correct warm temperature. If we say this is just a coincidence, the probability is too low. "Do you... want to take a bath?"