Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

kiss.

A series of intertwined kisses.

His mouth was moist, and he made ambiguous sounds.

The two of them were the only ones in the car at that moment, and the temperature rose rapidly.

Lin Zhiyan herself didn't know why she suddenly kissed him.

Although he had desires, he was able to control himself.

He has always been a man of few desires and refined manners, described by others as a gentleman, aloof and restrained, rarely having any romantic feelings for anyone, let alone taking the initiative to kiss a girl.

But this time is different.

When he met those clear, cold almond-shaped eyes, filled with anger and fear, something he had been suppressing all the way suddenly surged up like water bursting its banks. A voice kept urging him in his ear—kiss her, kiss her.

The voice overlapped with his own, making it difficult to distinguish between them for a moment.

Then his gaze darkened, and he leaned down to cover those lips with his.

Her lips were soft, softer than I had imagined, with a slight coolness and the metallic taste of his own blood.

The smell didn't deter him; instead, it fueled the fire in his heart, making it burn even brighter.

He held the back of her head to prevent her from escaping, his tongue prying open her teeth, conquering and swallowing her entire breath into his chest.

He could even feel her body trembling slightly from lack of oxygen, which gave him an almost ferocious sense of satisfaction.

Their lips rubbed and touched incessantly, and a surge of pleasure rose from deep within his spine, making his skin tingle.

It was as if he had finally climbed out of a dry well and was experiencing thirst for the first time.

Entangled, endlessly entangled, inextricably intertwined.

But the next moment, his tongue was bitten hard.

His mind regained some clarity due to the pain.

Then he was shoved away hard and slapped squarely across the left cheek.

With a snap, his glasses were knocked askew, slipped off, and fell under the car seat.

The carriage fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Lin Zhiyan turned her face to the side, her eyelashes fluttered, and her left cheek felt hot and painful, burning hot, clearly indicating that she had used all her strength.

His tongue tasted of blood, he couldn't tell if it was hers or his own. He slowly straightened up and turned to look at her.

The girl was glaring at him fiercely, her lips swollen and red from their earlier caresses, with traces of undried blood still on them, bright red and festering, like a bitten fruit.

She was so angry she was trembling all over, calling him a pervert, a madman, a bastard, and throwing all sorts of nasty words at him.

But his gaze remained fixed on her opening and closing lips, his mind filled with the thought of "kissing her again."

Wen Qing was in the middle of her rant when she suddenly noticed that the person opposite her was looking at her strangely again.

That sticky, warm gaze pressed against her lips like a hand.

A chill ran down her spine, and she wanted to slap him again, but he grabbed her hand halfway through her movement.

His fingers gripped her wrist, the pressure preventing her from escaping.

Without his glasses, his expression and demeanor were very similar to that dangerous alternate personality, yet also somewhat different.

Wen Qing couldn't quite tell whether the person in front of her was Lin Zhiyan or that guy; she just instinctively felt danger.

……

On the other side, Wen Fan strolled through the garden.

He walked close to the wall, taking advantage of the twilight to stop every now and then, holding his breath to check if anyone was passing by.

Without the guidance and help of that voice, he could only rely on himself.

Wen Fan hid behind a thick pillar, looking at the door not far away, wondering how he should get in.

He already knew which room his sister was locked in; now he just needed to figure out how to get her out without people or surveillance cameras.

Just as he was deep in thought, a commotion suddenly broke out at the door.

A luxury car drove in from outside and slowly stopped in front of the main gate.

Then Wen Fan saw the car door open and Lin Zhiyan get out of the car.

He didn't seem to be wearing glasses, and his left cheek looked a little red.

Wen Fan didn't have time to look closely because Lin Zhiyan quickly bent down again and carried someone out of the back seat of the car.

The person in his arms leaned softly against his chest, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Upon seeing that figure, Wen Fan's gaze froze.

Lin Zhiyan looked down at the unconscious girl in his arms, remained silent for a moment, and then walked into the villa.

The bodyguard next to him tried to reach out to help him catch the person, but he dodged to the side.

But after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

A young man emerged from beside a marble pillar to the side. He was slender, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, and stood there quietly.

But his expression was anything but calm; his dark eyes stared intently at the girl in his arms.

"Give me back my sister."

He said suddenly.

Lin Zhiyan didn't respond to his question, but simply asked, "Wen Fan, what are you doing here?"

Wen Fan didn't answer him, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the person in his arms, and repeated, "Give me back my sister."

Lin Zhiyan looked down at the person in her arms.

He then looked at Wen Fan, his tone softening slightly: "She's not feeling well and needs to rest. Once she wakes up, I'll let her go back with you."

Wen Fan's gaze lingered on the handprint on Lin Zhiyan's left cheek for a moment, his eyes flickering.

Lin Zhiyan seemed to notice his gaze, but didn't seem to care.

Then Wen Fan's gaze fell back on Wen Qing.

She appeared uninjured and was breathing steadily, except that her lips were unusually red, abnormally red.

He instinctively took a few steps closer, wanting to see clearly.

Her lips were swollen and red, glistening as if they had been repeatedly kissed.

Upon seeing this, Wen Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lin Zhiyan noticed where his gaze was directed, glanced down at Wen Qing's lips, and then explained without changing her expression, "There are many insects in the mountains. Her mouth was bitten by an insect. It was my negligence; I didn't take good care of her."

He spoke calmly and naturally, as if he had only been bitten by an insect.

Wen Fan didn't speak, still staring straight at the person in his arms.

Lin Zhiyan frowned slightly, but he knew that Wen Fan had always doted on his younger sister, Wen Qing.

Besides, he acted impulsively and shouldn't have done such a thing to Wenqing under those circumstances.

He decided to calm Wen Fan down first. Since Wen Fan had managed to find this place, he might already know something. If he showed a perfunctory or forceful attitude now, it would only make things more uncontrollable.

He still admired Wen Fan to some extent and didn't want to strain their relationship too much because of this.

As for Wenqing, he had already made up his mind—to make her his girlfriend, as compensation for what he had done for her during this time.

He was about to say something to comfort Wen Fan when he saw Wen Fan walking towards him.

He frowned slightly, his eyes asking him what he wanted to do.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of a silver light flashing past Wen Fan's sleeve.

Wen Fan held a dagger in his hand and thrust it straight at him.

The blade, however, veered away from Wenqing, precisely avoiding her, and stabbed towards his abdomen.