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

Wen Fan and Lin Zhiyan both showed shocked expressions when they saw Gu Qin lying on the ground.

Wen Fan was the first to react. He rushed over, squatted down, and checked Gu Qin's breathing. When he saw that Gu Qin was not breathing, his fingers froze.

He then slowly raised his head, looked at Wen Qing who was holding the dagger, his eyes churning with emotions that eventually turned into anger and disappointment.

"You killed him... How could you kill someone! Qingqing, have you gone mad?!"

A few drops of blood stained Wen Qing's cheek, but her gaze was eerily calm.

"Don't call me by my name like that, you're not my brother."

Wen Fan seemed to have been struck by lightning, her whole body stiffened, and then her eyes reddened.

"Qingqing, not only have you killed someone, but you're not even going to acknowledge me anymore? Does it really matter to you whether I like men or women?"

"Important," Wen Qing said without hesitation.

"Why?" Wen Fan's voice rose. "Can't you understand your brother? I've just fallen for someone, and he happens to be a man. As my sister, shouldn't you wish me well? Shouldn't you? Shouldn't you?"

He pressed down on her shoulders, repeating the same words over and over, his strength increasing, his expression shifting from sorrow to obsession, like a malfunctioning machine, the light in his pupils gradually fading, leaving only a hollow and frantic echo.

Looking at Wen Fan's almost ferocious face, Wen Qing suddenly raised the dagger in her hand and plunged it straight into his chest.

She looked up into his eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "Because you're not my brother, you're a fake."

Wen Fan's movements suddenly stopped. He looked down at the blade stuck in his chest, then looked up at her. The madness on his face faded, leaving only a sense of bewilderment and sorrow at being betrayed.

"How could I be fake... Qingqing, you're so cruel, you even killed your own brother... Maybe Gu Qin is right, you're just a jerk. I loved you so much, I worked myself to the bone to save money for you, day and night, and this is how you repay me..."

As he spoke, his body went limp and slid down, blood gushing from his chest and the corners of his mouth. He took one last look at her before closing his eyes.

Seeing Wen Fan fall, Lin Zhiyan felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her eyes were red as she rushed towards her, grabbed her collar, and almost screamed.

"You're insane! He was your brother! How could you kill him! You cold-blooded, heartless monster!"

His voice then abruptly stopped, as Wenqing's dagger had already plunged into his abdomen.

She looked up at him, a hint of mockery on her lips: "I've been fed up with you, you fake, for a long time."

Lin Zhiyan's eyes widened, she uttered a few indistinct syllables, and then collapsed.

All three of them were dead.

Suddenly, a thick fog seemed to be poured over Wenqing's eyes, and all the scenes began to distort and dissipate.

The smell of blood in the air from the three corpses lying in pools of blood faded away like a bubble.

She stood in a pure white space when the system's voice suddenly rang in her ears. This time, unlike the cold and emotionless voice of the past, it carried a hint of genuine anxiety.

"Host! You're finally awake!"

Wen Qing stared at Bai in disbelief, still somewhat dazed: "What's going on?"

"The world's consciousness took advantage of my unpreparedness and temporarily seized control of my control system, causing us to lose contact. Everything you experienced before was an illusion created by it to trap you. If you cannot break free from the illusion, your consciousness will be trapped inside forever."

The system explained.

After a moment of silence, Wen Qing said, "So everything I just saw was fake?"

"Yes, those three people are illusions, created by it based on your memories and fears. Only by severing them can you wake up."

Wen Qing looked down at her hands. The dagger was long gone, and her fingertips were clean as before, without even a trace of blood.

Lost in thought, she suddenly felt light, as if a giant hand was pulling her down.

The next second, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to be met with a face so close to hers.

Lin Zhiyan's face was very close to hers, his high nose almost touching her forehead.

He was wearing glasses, and a hint of surprise flashed in his dark eyes; he clearly hadn't expected her to suddenly open her eyes at this moment.

Warmth lingered in the illusion's murderous intent, her pupils slowly focused, and without thinking, she raised her hand and threw a punch.

Lin Zhiyan dodged to the side, the force of the punch grazing his cheekbone.

He looked down at her, then suddenly laughed in exasperation: "I kindly carried you to bed, and you open your eyes and try to hit me?"

Wen Qing then realized that he was holding her horizontally.

She immediately struggled to get out of his arms, but Lin Zhiyan did not force her. He let go of her and allowed her feet to touch the ground.

She subconsciously took a step back, then her gaze began to search for Wen Fan's figure.

He was still lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, his breathing even, his eyebrows relaxed, and his expression gentle and peaceful, completely different from the mad and obsessive person in the previous illusion.

Seeing this, the tension in her heart finally eased slightly, and she silently said to herself: This is the brother I'm talking about.

Lin Zhiyan glanced at her from the side, thinking she was worried about Wen Fan, so she lowered her voice to explain.

"His vital signs are stable. He's just still asleep because the sedative hasn't worn off yet. He'll wake up naturally once the effects wear off, so you don't need to be too worried."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing almost instinctively retorted, "Is it really a tranquilizer, not a sleeping pill?"

Lin Zhiyan was visibly taken aback, then narrowed her eyes slightly: "Why would you ask that? Do you think I would give your brother sleeping pills?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, wanting to explain something, but when she opened her mouth, she realized that she was indeed in the wrong. She couldn't very well say that she had almost been deceived by that fake system before.

Lin Zhiyan waited for a while but didn't hear anything more from her, and she already understood what was going on.

He suddenly strode towards her, step by step, unhurriedly, his leather shoes making almost no sound on the ground, but his approaching posture made Wen Qing unconsciously move back.

Behind her was the bed railing at the foot of the bed, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"So you really doubt me."

Although Lin Zhiyan's voice was calm, it carried a hint of barely suppressed anger.

He wasn't angry when Wen Qing hit him earlier, but now that he hears her doubting him, he's inexplicably starting to get angry.

Lin Zhiyan raised her hand and pinched her chin, her strength leaving her no room to escape.

Why do you always feel like I'd lie to you? Is it only me who makes you distrust me, or have you never trusted me at all?

He pinched Wenqing's chin, forcing her face to lift up.

The distance was too close; she could see the shadow cast by his eyelashes under his glasses, and her own reflection in his pupils.

Wenqing didn't speak; her lips merely moved.

Seeing her like this, Lin Zhiyan was so angry she laughed: "You threw a punch at me the moment you opened your eyes, do I look like your enemy? Now you suspect I drugged your brother... Wen Qing, what kind of person am I in your heart?"

Without waiting for her reply, he lightly brushed his thumb across her lower lip, the gesture carrying a hint of punishment.

The touch of his fingertips gliding across her lips felt like being burned by a spark, making her breath catch in her throat.

She turned her head to avoid him, but Lin Zhiyan released her first. However, he did not step back and remained standing in front of her, his aura enveloping her entirely.

Wen Qing felt his gaze fall on the side of her neck, hot and heavy. She heard him chuckle softly, a laugh tinged with self-mockery and an inexplicable sense of danger.

"Not saying anything? Or did you never intend to believe me at all?"

His fingers rose again, this time not touching her lips, but simply tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, pausing for a moment as his fingertips brushed against her earlobe.

Wenqing's ears immediately burned, and she grabbed his hand before he could pull it back, her heart pounding like a drum.

"I don't……"

Lin Zhiyan looked down at her face, his gaze so deep it seemed he wanted to devour her.

He grabbed her fingers with his other hand, and most of the anger in his voice dissipated, leaving only a low, slightly coercive tenderness.

"No? Then tell me, why do you think I'm lying to you?"