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

Are you feeling unwell?

He suddenly asked, the topic shifting rather abruptly.

He then reached out to check her pulse.

Wen Qing held his hand and shook her head: "No, I don't feel uncomfortable at all."

She was telling the truth.

Not only did I not feel bad, but I actually felt better than before I came to the bar.

But she didn't say it out loud.

Wen Fan carefully examined her complexion.

Under the light, her cheeks did indeed have a healthy flush, her lips were not as pale as usual, and her eyes were bright and spirited, not like she was putting on a brave face.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but still added, "Take your medicine as usual when you get back, and tell me immediately if you feel unwell."

"understood."

Warmth and kindness are responded to quickly.

They waited until almost everyone in the bar had left before coming out of the locker room.

Zhenzhen walked ahead to scout the way, while Ajie kept watch at the back door. Wen Fan and Wen Qing walked through the empty corridor one after the other.

The back door leads to a narrow alley, where several empty beer barrels and stacked plastic crates are piled up. The night breeze blows in from the alley entrance, bringing fresh and clean air.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, feeling as if her lungs had been cleansed.

Wen Fan thanked Zhenzhen and Ajie, and led her towards the alley entrance.

Ah-Jie whispered "Be careful on the road" from behind, and Wen-Qing turned around and waved to them.

The alleyway is right next to the road.

The streets were quiet late at night, the streetlights casting a warm yellow glow on the asphalt, and occasionally a taxi would drive by in the distance.

Just as Wen Qing was about to take out her phone to call a car, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Wen Fan also stopped at the same moment.

A person was standing under the streetlight at the entrance of the alley.

The man leaned against a lamppost, hands in his pockets, the embers of his cigarette flickering in the night.

He seemed to have been waiting for a while; two or three cigarette butts lay at his feet.

The live chat exploded the moment they saw that face.

It's Wang An!!! The one who drugged her!!!

Why is he still here? Is he some kind of persistent ghost?

What is he doing here? What does he want to do?

It's definitely nothing good; this kind of scum is full of evil intentions.

Sisters, get ready to unleash your fury! I have a feeling this person is about to cause trouble again.

Wen Qing didn't recognize the man in front of her, but she already knew from the comments that he was Wang An, a member of Gu Qin's group of followers, and the instigator of this series of events tonight.

She glanced at Wen Fan slightly to the side.

Wen Fan's reaction was even more direct than the comments. He tensed up, subtly using one hand to shield Wen Qing behind him, while his other hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a fist.

He stared at Wang An, his eyes unblinking.

Upon seeing the two men, Wang An threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stubbed it out with the sole of his shoe.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping from Wen Fan to Wen Qing, lingering on her face for a second longer, as if trying to determine who she was.

However, he clearly didn't recognize her, so he quickly looked away and turned his gaze back to Wen Fan.

"Wen Fan."

He called out, his tone not particularly fierce, even carrying a hint of feigned nonchalance, but Wen Fan did not let his guard down.

Wang An took two steps forward, and the light from the streetlamp shone down on him, illuminating his facial expression clearly.

"You're the one who hurt Brother Gu, aren't you?"

He said.

Wen Fan's lips were pressed into a thin line.

Wang An looked at his expression and snorted.

"I didn't expect that you, a bartender, who looks so refined, could be so ruthless. Brother Gu's head wound required six stitches."

The live chat exploded upon hearing that.

[That's bullshit!!! How could Wen Fan possibly hit someone!!!]

[In the original novel, Wen Fan never laid a hand on anyone from beginning to end, and he endured being tortured like that!]

This person is slandering! He's feeling guilty! He's trying to shift the blame onto Wen Fan!

[But wait... if Wen Fan didn't make a move, why didn't he object just now? He remained silent.]

Silence doesn't mean consent! He just doesn't want to talk to this kind of person!

[Not necessarily. Have you forgotten? Gu Qin did have a cut on her head, and there were only two people in the room—Gu Qin and Wen Fan.]

You mean Wen Fan might...?

[Impossible!!! Wen Fan's character wouldn't allow him to do such a thing!!! He'd rather get hurt himself than hurt others!!!]

Wen Fan remained silent.

His silence was like a silent wall, neither admitting nor denying, blocking all of Wang An's probing questions.

Wang An didn't mind his silence and continued speaking.

"You don't need to admit it, I already know it was you. Who else could have cracked Brother Gu's head open in that room but you? But don't worry, I'm not here to settle scores with you."

He paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes under the streetlight.

"I'm here to make a deal with you."

Wen Fan finally spoke and asked.

What do you want?

Wang An smiled.