Scaramouche suddenly found a small love letter in his small rabbit bag. He immediately opened it and read it, each line was filled with the foolish smell of student love, making him feel disgusted.

He turned his face and looked down at the little thing sitting in his lap eating cake. Scaramouche's heart boiled with jealousy and possessiveness towards his little rabbit.

"Little rabbit. Who gave you this? You know what you have to do, little rabbit."

Scaramouche has already bitten several bloody wounds on your neck and shoulder, while you just stupidly resisted him. Scaramouche never liked any brat coming near his little rabbit.

"Little rabbit, you're not allowed to get close to any boys in school, understand?"