Seeing the little rabbit curled up into a ball, there were as many as eight of them, Mu Ying couldn't embrace them all at once, and she was afraid of hurting them.
After some thought, she found a bamboo basket on the cow cart, and then pulled out several handfuls of dry grass from Old Yellow Bull's reserves, padding the bottom of the basket until it was nice and soft.
Old Yellow Bull: ..., my status is threatened!
Gungun: Hmph! A fickle-hearted radish!
Mu Ying's cautious demeanor slightly reassured the two adult rabbits, and they didn't stop her from touching the little ones.
With a Water Ball in her hands, she reached towards the burrow, patiently conveying her goodwill through animal conversation.
Gradually, the little rabbits let down their guard, daring to lick the Water Ball. Once the first one started eating more eagerly, the others also gathered around.
Instinctively feeling that the water was beneficial for them and tasted quite good, they drew closer.
