I Abandoned the Rabbit Spirit—and He Turned Dark - Chapter 2

Eight years earlier, I had transmigrated into a cultivation-themed boys’ love novel as Lin Wanqing, an inner disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Bai Luo was the story’s irresistible rabbit-spirit love interest. The original novel gave him three official lovers: Wangchen, his master at the Azure Cloud Sect; Yu Wuxia, his senior brother; and Ji Ye, the Demon Lord.

All three were madly obsessed with Bai Luo and viciously possessive. Anyone else who so much as looked at him twice or laid a finger on him would be ground to dust. Yet the three men were evenly matched and unable to kill one another. Their rivalry eventually became shared possession.

Every day, in a different place and with a different man, Bai Luo would be… put through his paces. He resisted and tried to escape at first. In the end, he came to enjoy it and became their willing plaything.

When I entered the novel, however, the story had only just begun. Bai Luo was still a pitiful child struggling to survive in Azure Cloud City.

Born to a human and a spirit, orphaned young, and protected by no one, he was rejected by both races as a half-breed. He had suffered bullying and abuse all his life.

Remembering the novel’s description of his childhood, I couldn’t resist sneaking down the mountain to see him.

I found him tied to a length of wood and suspended over a pile of burning kindling. A group of older children laughed as they prodded his rabbit ears with red-hot fire pokers.

Rage surged through me. I rescued Bai Luo, then beat those children until they ran home howling for their parents.

He looked about fourteen then. He was already painfully thin, and curling into himself made him look even smaller.

When I tried to examine his injured ears, he covered his head and shook all over.

Softening my voice, I held out a rabbit-shaped pastry. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

He watched me warily with bloodred eyes. Only after a long hesitation did he dart forward, snatch the pastry from my palm, and wolf it down.

“Slowly. There’s more.”

I patted his back and gave him water. Once he had eaten and was less frightened of me, I treated the wounds on his ears.

They were so soft and fluffy that I couldn’t resist giving them a few extra, supposedly accidental squeezes.

Who knew he would be so sensitive? He bit my hand hard and bolted.