“I Thought My Rabbit Was the Female Lead.”

The story was supposed to go like this: the heroine had been transformed into a rabbit by a magical curse, and the male lead would rescue and care for her until love eventually blossomed between them…

“Bryce, hurry up and take that rabbit! What are you doing?!”

“You can take it yourself, Sister.”

“Bryce, didn’t you feed the rabbit?! You have to take good care of her!”

“Why should I raise the rabbit that you picked up, Sister?!”

My younger brother—the male lead—has absolutely no intention of taking care of the heroine!

“It’s okay, little rabbit. My brother’s hopeless. Just marry me instead.”

So I ended up looking after the rabbit in his place.

“You told me to marry you, Lize.”

Huh? Who’s this man?!

My rabbit wasn’t the heroine?!

“Golden Rabbit, my uncle says I have to get married. It’s a political marriage, and I hate it.”

The rabbit clenched his fluffy little paw into a fist after hearing my complaint.

Was he getting angry on my behalf?

Touched, I stroked the soft fur that puffed out over his firm muscles as I continued.

“They say my fiancé is Cassium of the Duke of Balteir’s family. You know, that guy from our knight order.”

All at once, the tension hidden beneath his fur melted away.

For some reason, the rabbit suddenly seemed to be in a much better mood.

“I’d rather marry a monster than marry that guy.”

This time, the rabbit looked completely dejected.

Honestly, you’re such an impossible rabbit to figure out.