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

"It's very simple. As long as you don't tell anyone about what happened tonight, I won't tell anyone what you did to Brother Gu either. Everyone will be happy."

The number of comments reached its second peak of the night after he said that.

Shameless!!! Absolutely shameless!!!

He knocked Wen Fan unconscious! He sent her to someone else's bed! And then he still has the nerve to try and negotiate?!

[Threat! This is a blatant threat!!!]

【Wen Fan, don't agree to him!】

I'm so angry! I'm so angry! I'm so angry! Why do bad people always find a way to get away with it?

This kind of person should be hung on a street lamp!!!

Wen Fan remained silent for a long time under the streetlights, so long that Wang An's confident smile began to falter.

"it is good."

Wen Fan finally agreed.

Wang An's smile returned, and then he turned and walked into the night.

Wen Fan's shoulders slumped the moment Wang An turned around.

Wen Qing stood beside him, watching him slowly calm his breathing. Then she glanced in the direction where Wang An had disappeared and memorized that face.

"Brother," she said softly, "he's the one who framed you."

Wen Fan turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.

He didn't tell Wen Qing any details about tonight, so how did she know?

But then he thought about it again, and realized that his younger sister had always been clever, so it wasn't surprising that she could guess it.

He nodded without explaining further.

"Let's go home."

......

It was almost midnight when I got home.

The stairwell lights in the old residential area were still the kind that were slow to turn on, and Wen Fan had to stomp her feet twice before they reluctantly lit up.

The two went upstairs, opened the door, and changed their shoes.

The living room was just as it had been before they left; everything around them was familiar and safe, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Wenqing slumped on the sofa, hugging a cushion to her chest, resting her chin on it, looking like a cat that had retreated into its shell.

Wen Fan went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of warm water. He placed one glass in front of her and held the other in his own hand before sitting down in the chair opposite her.

He took a sip of water and placed the cup on the coffee table.

Then he looked up and gazed at Wenqing.

"Speak."

Wen Qing blinked: "What did you say?"

Why did you go to the bar?

Wen Fan's tone was not harsh, even gentle, but his beautiful eyes held an unyielding seriousness.

"Going to a bar alone late at night, and how did you know I was in danger, Xiao Qing, explain all of this to me."

Warmly, she brought out an excuse she had already prepared.

"I had a dream that you were in a dark place, being bullied by bad guys. No matter how I called you, you couldn't hear me. When I woke up, I felt really panicked, like something bad was going to happen, so I took a taxi to your bar to check on you. When I got to the door, I ran into Ah Jie. He said you were missing, so we went to look for you together."

She lied without batting an eye, her almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, her eyelashes fluttered, and she looked innocent and pure.

The comments section started to stir again as she was making up her story, but she didn't look at them at all.

Wen Fan stared at her for several seconds, his expression clearly one of doubt.

But Wen Qing's expression was so sincere that he couldn't help but waver.

"Really?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Really." Wen Qing nodded, without hesitation.

Wen Fan glanced at her again, his lips moved, but in the end he just sighed.

"Okay, but you're not allowed to do that again. No matter what you dream about, no matter how panicked you feel, don't go to those kinds of places alone at night. If you need to find me, call me. If you can't get through, call Zhenzhen or A-Jie. Just don't come here by yourself."

He paused, his tone softening from serious to gentle.

"Your health isn't good, you can't take this kind of stress. If we do it all over again tonight, what if your heart can't handle it? What am I supposed to do then?"

Looking into his eyes with tenderness, she saw not blame, but genuine fear and worry.

She stopped smiling and nodded seriously: "I understand, brother. I won't do it again."

Wen Fan reached out and ruffled her hair.

In the bathroom, Wen Fan stood in front of the mirror for a long time, her hands supporting the edge of the sink, her head down, her hair hanging down on both sides of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

The chat was buzzing with discussion at that moment.

Is Wen Fan acting a little strange right now?

I saw it too; he's been pressing something down on him ever since he came in.

The way he stood in front of the sink made it look like he was about to vomit but couldn't.

"No way, did tonight's events really affect him that much? He seemed so calm in the lobby earlier."

[He'd been putting on an act in the living room for too long, and couldn't keep it up at home.]

Did you notice the change in his expression when he walked past Wen Qing just now?

What kind of look is that? I wasn't paying attention.

[It was that kind of... gloomy look in his eyes, completely different from his usual self, like he was a different person.]

[Impossible! How could Wen Fan have such a gloomy look? Even when he's angry, he just hides away and grieves.]

[You must have misread it. It's probably a lighting issue; the living room light is naturally dim.]

I also think it's the lighting. Wen Fan's character is a gentle male mother, and the word "gloomy" has absolutely nothing to do with him.

But I just saw it too, just for a moment, when he looked at Wen Qing's back, his eyes were really cold.

[Can you guys please stop slandering him? He's been through so much today, it's perfectly normal for him to have emotional fluctuations, okay?]

It's no wonder that a normal person would be emotionally stable after experiencing kidnapping, attempted sexual assault, and threats.

[Exactly, it's only natural for him to show some negative emotions, what's the big deal?]

At this moment, Wen Qing didn't notice the comments; she was thinking about something.

She discovered that disrupting the plot seemed to actually have a physical effect on her, and she felt more comfortable than before.

So... disrupting the plot will make her health better?