Chapter 259

In the forest, there was a little white rabbit witch who was very good at making all kinds of magic potions.

One day, she robbed a snake.

"Are you really willing to come home with me and become the primer for my magic potion?" The little white rabbit was a bit unsure because this snake looked very beautiful, its silver scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Uncle Tree Spirit said that often the more beautiful something is, the more poisonous it is.

The snake straightened its upper body, flicking its blood-red tongue, making a hissing sound.

The little white rabbit's body trembled a little, and she took two steps back in fear.

"You—you go, I won't rob you anymore."

The snake narrowed its beautiful silver eyes and bared its fangs.

The little white rabbit was so scared her legs went weak, thinking she was about to become the snake's lunch, but the next second, the snake turned into a completely naked man.

His body lines were as beautiful as a sculpture, porcelain white and powerful, and there was a layer of scales under his sturdy waist and abdomen, covering something.

What was it?

The little white rabbit covered her eyes with her two little paws, thinking intently. Her two rabbit ears listened sensitively to the man's movements in front of her.

The man walked over, gently grabbed her rabbit ears, and picked her up.

The little white rabbit flapped her two legs, her two paws making a 'bye-bye' gesture.

"Please, don't eat me."

The man's low voice sounded. He first chuckled, then looked her up and down. His gaze lingered on her snow-white, soft belly for a long time.

"That might be something I can't do," he said.

The snake took the little white rabbit back to his cave.

On the first day, he caught various prey and sent them to the little white rabbit, including field mice, pheasants, toads, lizards, and so on.

The little white rabbit cried in fear, stomping her feet and howling: "Is it possible that I'm a vegetarian!"

On the second day, the snake threw a pile of hay, branches, and tree bark in front of the little white rabbit, a large and filling amount.

The little white rabbit swallowed her anger, chewing on the dead branches and shedding little pearls of grievance, saying while eating: "I want to go home."

The snake clicked his tongue, feeling that the rabbit was a bit too hard to raise.

He asked: "Is it not tasty?"

The little white rabbit looked at the snake's sharp fangs and gloomy gaze, trembling as she said: "It's—it's very tasty."

On the third day, the little white rabbit got sick. She was dying, feverish, vomiting, and couldn't eat anything.

Not being able to eat was almost equivalent to death in the forest.

The snake was very anxious. He first guarded the little white rabbit for a day, and then, after nightfall, quickly swam to the lair of the forest doctor, the hedgehog, overturning the person's table, scaring away the person's guests, and knocking over the person's rice bowl.

The snake threatened the hedgehog: "If you don't save her, I'll pull out all your quills."

Just like that, the snake carried the hedgehog in his mouth, like carrying a durian, and quickly returned.

The hedgehog made a diagnosis for the little white rabbit: "Indigestion. Just let her go hungry for a day or two and wait for her to digest it herself."

The snake: "..."

He then asked the hedgehog to say some precautions for feeding the little white rabbit, only then learning that rabbits don't gnaw on tree bark, but eat tender leaves, and they must be fresh, green vegetable leaves.

After sending the hedgehog away, the snake didn't go out to hunt immediately, but guarded the little white rabbit, waiting for her to wake up.

He swam to the little white rabbit's side, wrapping her up with his snake body, not too tight, yet perfectly presenting a protective posture.

Just like that, the snake and the little white rabbit slept for a night.

The next day, the little white rabbit was much better. Opening her red rabbit eyes, she saw a snake head resting on her soft fur.

She was startled.

The snake woke up immediately. Seeing her shivering, he transformed into a human form the next second.

The man touched her fur and felt the temperature of her ears. "No more fever. Are you hungry?"

The little white rabbit shook her head hurriedly; she didn't want to eat tree bark again.

But the man seemed not to see her opinion, picking her up with one hand and tucking her into the pocket at his waist and abdomen, close to his abdominal muscles.

He didn't know where he found clothes, and then he carried the little white rabbit down the mountain just like that.

He bought her fresh vegetable leaves and carrots. The little white rabbit crunched and devoured them, unable to stop.

Her two little paws were holding a carrot and gnawing on it when she saw the man resting his chin on his hand, looking at her with interest.

She felt a bit guilty, pushed the carrot in her hand toward him, and asked: "Do—do you want some?"

The man hooked his lips into a smile, and that handsome face suddenly became dazzling.

He said: "Okay."

And then he really lowered his head and opened his mouth, revealing his soft tongue.

The little white rabbit handed the carrot toward his mouth, but the man didn't move at all.

"W—what's wrong?"

The man said: "My mouth hurts a bit, from being pricked yesterday."

"Then I'll feed you?"

The man was clearly pleased, his long, narrow eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Okay," he said.

The little white rabbit tried hard to wave her little paws, sending the carrot to his mouth, but she was too small and the carrot was too heavy. She struggled for a long time, only to poke it right into the man's face.

"Can you not transform yet?"

The little white rabbit was a bit embarrassed: "I can, it's just that I'm not very skilled at transforming, and there's—there's also the tail." Her eyes glanced to the side, feeling a bit inferior.

Originally, she was about to succeed. As long as she caught a snake and threw him into a jar, her magic potion would be successful! Then she could become a complete human form.

"I can help you," the man said.

The little white rabbit's eyes became bright, looking at him with longing: "Really?"

Really? Was he really willing to sacrifice himself and take the initiative to enter her magic jar?

The man nodded, then touched his chin and said: "But I don't quite understand your specific situation. Can you transform and let me see?"

The little white rabbit felt this request was also reasonable. After all, it was self-sacrifice for others; wouldn't it be a great injustice if she didn't know who this person was?

She nodded readily, but looked left and right, a bit shy. "Then you use your clothes to block it for me."

The man agreed, put her on his lap, and then used his clothes to prop up on both sides of her. "Alright, start."

The little white rabbit gave a resounding 'um', clenched her little paws into fists, and closed her eyes tightly to exert force.

'Boom—'

Suddenly, a long-haired girl was sitting in the man's arms, with fair skin, exquisite features, and big, ignorant eyes blinking, like a doll.

The man's Adam's apple moved slightly. The next second, he wrapped her in his arms with his clothes, blocking her completely. In the movement, he felt a lump of something rubbing against that part of him at the root of his thighs.

His heart thumped. He lowered his head to look, and it was a section of snow-white, fluffy rabbit tail.

The girl's expression was a bit nervous, and she hurriedly reached out to cover the man's eyes. "Don't look, I'll have no tail very soon, I—I can do it."

The man pulled her hand down with his hand but didn't let go. A deep light flashed in his silver eyes.

"Do you really want to get rid of the tail?"

The little white rabbit nodded and asked earnestly: "Do you know the method?"

The man looked at her without speaking, but suddenly picked her up and walked toward the forest.

The two arrived in a warm cave. The man let the little white rabbit kneel on the animal skin and stick her tail up for him to see.

"W—why do you have to do this?"

"How would I know if my method is suitable for you if I don't look carefully?"

That made some sense.

The girl bit her lip, kneeling on the animal skin, trying hard to raise her tail toward the man.

The man's breathing was chaotic for a moment. The next moment, his large hand stroked that fluffy tail, kneading it.

"Y—you, what are you doing..."

The little white rabbit felt her body becoming a bit strange, and it started to get hot in the cave.

The man hugged her from behind, making her unable to struggle.

His other hand kept pulling at her tail, and his slender, powerful fingers started to touch other places.

The little white rabbit's heartbeat accelerated, and tears kept flowing from the corners of her reddened eyes.

"Stop..."

The man kissed her earlobe lightly, his hand movements not stopping, pressing her under him.

"Let me help you," his voice was already hoarse.

The little white rabbit couldn't think anymore. She turned her body and saw the man leaning over, his hands hugging her waist.

She felt her scalp go numb, her whole body feeling like it was electrocuted, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't, don't touch my rabbit tail..."

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

(End of chapter)