The little rabbit in Joan Harry's arms flinched and opened its eyes, but within a few seconds, it closed them again.
It was already very familiar with Jesse Rowan, so it didn't react much.
However, Jesse Rowan grinned, "Hey, why doesn't the little chubby rabbit welcome me?"
He reached out to touch the rabbit's ears, but Joan Harry swatted his hand away and frowned, "Don't touch its ears, it doesn't like that."
Sure enough, the rabbit lazily lifted its eyelids and looked at Jesse Rowan with disdain.
In a blink, the little guy closed its eyes again.
"Oh, won't touch, won't touch," Jesse Rowan bowed down to tease the little rabbit, "You're quite cute, let me hold you?"
With a slight flush on his cheeks from drunkenness, Jesse Rowan looked like a teenager who hadn't grown up, teasing the rabbit.
The rabbit ignored him arrogantly, giving him no face at all.
He didn't seem to mind, though, and patiently scratched the rabbit's soft fur with his fingers.
