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

Looking forward to the top and bottom meeting?

Thinking back to those unfriendly comments about her earlier, it seems like they were from these few IDs.

Her tongue gently pressed against the roof of her mouth, and a thought rose from the depths of her mind, carrying a hint of hidden malice.

She looked at Wen Fan in front of her and suddenly called out to him.

"elder brother."

"I'm not feeling well."

Wen Qing reached out and grabbed Wen Fan's sleeve.

Her movements were very light, almost a loose grasp, but it was enough to make Wen Fan stop in his tracks.

He turned around, his brows furrowed, and worry immediately surfaced in his beautiful eyes.

"Where do you feel unwell? Is your chest tight? Or are you dizzy?"

He knelt down again, took her hand in one hand, and used the other to check her pulse.

"Your heart is beating a little fast. Did you forget to take your medication on time again?"

【?? No, little sister, what's wrong with you?】

[You were fine just now, how come you suddenly feel unwell?]

[She's just pretending; she just doesn't want her brother to go to work.]

[Did those people who said it was an act have any conscience? The person actually has a heart condition, okay?]

[But in the original story, the younger sister didn't stop her brother from going to the bar! This plot doesn't make sense!]

Wen Qing looked at the comment and thought, "It's right that it doesn't match up."

She gripped Wen Fan's clothes even tighter, her voice soft and gentle, carrying a perfectly measured weakness.

"I don't know... I just suddenly felt a tightness in my chest and a bit short of breath."

Her expression was indeed not good when she said this.

Her body was already in poor condition, and with the fact that she had just made some rather large movements, a thin layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of her forehead.

This appearance, in Wen Fan's eyes, was more convincing than any reason.

"Don't move, I'll go get the medicine."

Wen Fan got up and walked quickly to the TV cabinet, opened the drawer and rummaged through the medicine bottles.

The comments section was already getting chaotic.

Oh no, he's not really skipping work, is he?

[It's all my sister's fault! She ruined such a wonderful first encounter!]

[No, why are you all yelling at my sister? She's really not feeling well; her heart condition isn't faked.]

[Sure enough, you guys are obsessed with shipping this couple. Is human life more important than your storyline?]

[Rational fans say, even if we don't meet tonight, we'll meet later, so what's the rush?]

But the first encounter was different! That sense of destiny! That unexpected twist of fate! Ahhh, I'm going crazy!

[So, is the younger sister about to reveal the most important plot point of the whole book?]

Wen Qing looked at the furious comments on the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips. But she quickly suppressed the smile as Wen Fan returned with the medicine bottle and water, replacing it with a weak and docile expression.

"Put the medicine under your tongue first."

Wen Fan fed her the pills and then held the back of her head to let her drink two sips of water, his movements as practiced as if he had done it a thousand times.

Wenqing obediently did as she was told, using the act of drinking water to lower her head and hide the emotions in her eyes.

She could feel the warmth of Wen Fan's palm against the back of her head—dry, warm, and with a reassuring power.

"I'll go call the manager," Wen Fan said, taking his phone after settling her in. "I'll stay home with you tonight."

The moment those words were spoken, the live chat exploded.

【Nooo ...

【Wen Fan, wake up!!! Your husband is waiting for you at the bar!!!】

[The iconic scene I'd been anticipating for a week was just ruined by a butterfly?!]

[Hehe, I never liked my sister before, and now I hate her even more.]

Are you shippers obsessed? Isn't it normal for an older brother to stay and take care of his sister when she's not feeling well?

[Exactly, shipping couples is fine, but don't lose your mind.]

[Protect our Wen Fan! He's a person first, and only secondly a tool for you to ship him!]

The comments section was filled with heated arguments.

Red, blue, green, and gold lettering mingled in the air, and some even commented, "Original work fans are heartbroken," "I'm giving up," and "I don't accept this fanfiction."

She leaned back on the sofa cushions, watching Wen Fan's back as he stood by the window making a phone call.

He was politely asking the bar manager for leave, his tone filled with careful apology, his back slightly hunched, like a bamboo stalk bent by wind and rain.

"I'm so sorry, Manager, my sister isn't feeling well, so I have to stay home tonight to take care of her... Yes, I'll definitely come early tomorrow to make up for today's work... I'm so sorry..."

Wenqing listened to his soft apology and slowly exhaled.

The chat is still buzzing.

A golden comment slowly floated by: [Just kidding, but I actually quite like the younger sister. She's beautiful and pitiful, isn't it good that she can rely on her brother?]

Someone immediately followed up: "Are you in the orthopedics department?!"

No, no, no, I just found the sibling relationship very touching...

[Actually, it's not orthopedics; my sister and Wen Fan aren't related by blood.]

Are they not related by blood?

The warm gaze paused.

After finishing his call, Wen Fan came back, sat down next to her, and pulled the thin blanket up to cover her chest.

He looked down at her for a moment, then reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear, his movements so light it was as if he were afraid of breaking something.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, much better," Wenqing said.

It's definitely much better now. My chest doesn't feel as heavy anymore, and it's much more comfortable than when I first put it on.

This unusual situation startled her slightly.