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

When Wen Qing arrived at the bar entrance, she ran into a group of people coming out of it.

Ah Jie just messaged her saying that the person has been brought out, but she still has to come; she must see how her brother is doing with her own eyes.

Because she was worried about her brother, she didn't notice the person who suddenly walked out of the bar and bumped straight into him.

My forehead bumped into a hard chest, and a scent mixed with tobacco, leather and a faint cologne wafted into my nostrils.

She quickly took a half step back, looked up, and first saw the silver chain on her collarbone, then the man's chin, his thin lips, and his eyes looking down at her.

It's Gu Qin.

Seeing the two staring at each other, the viewers in the live chat immediately became alert.

[Sister? ??? Why is she here again? ???]

No, she always arrives at the exact right time. Does she have radar?

Oh no, she's going to ruin things again. Why is it so hard for me to ship any couples?

[Don't rush to scold her. She seems to have just come to pick someone up. Isn't it normal for her sister to worry about Wen Fan being drunk?]

[Exactly! Someone comes to pick up their drunk brother, and you guys yell at them too? Is there no justice in this world?]

Seeing Gu Qin staring at her intently, Wen Qing quickly lowered her eyes and spoke in a timid, slightly flustered tone.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention..."

But before she could finish speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The man's long, slender fingers gripped her wrist, his palm burning hot, abruptly cutting her words off.

She looked up and met Gu Qin's dark and deep eyes.

People were coming and going at the bar entrance, and some noticed this scene and began to whisper among themselves.

Huang Yi didn't know what Gu Qin was up to. He wanted to speak up and smooth things over, but Gu Qin's gaze froze him in place.

What perfume do you wear?

Gu Qin suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing's expression went blank for a moment; she had no idea what Gu Qin meant by those words.

"I'm not wearing perfume," she said, her eyes lowered, her tone still timid, feigning fear, "I'm in a hurry, and I accidentally bumped into you just now. I'm so sorry... Could you please let go of me...?"

She struggled to free her wrist, and Gu Qin, seeing her trembling eyelashes and her frightened expression, couldn't help but let go.

His fingers slid off her wrist, and Wen Qing immediately took three steps back to create distance. She glanced at him warily, then turned and strode quickly toward the side door of the bar.

Fortunately, Gu Qin didn't stop her.

The girl's figure disappeared through the side door, and Gu Qin remained standing there, his gaze lingering in that direction for a few more seconds.

Huang Yi watched the whole thing from the side, his expression changing from confusion to gossip.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Brother Gu, you... you've got your eye on that girl?"

Gu Qin looked away and kicked him expressionlessly.

"What are you talking about?" Gu Qin said. "That's not my type."

"So why were you asking her about perfume earlier?" Huang Yi, limping, caught up with her, his gossip-loving nature overcoming the pain. "When did you become interested in perfume?"

Gu Qin glanced at him sideways, her eyes conveying a clear message: You talk too much.

Huang Yi immediately made a zipping motion over his mouth.

Gu Qin strode toward the car parked by the roadside, and Huang Yi jogged after him, helping him open the back door.

The car started, and the street scene outside the window slowly receded, with streaks of neon light flashing across the glass.

Gu Qin leaned back in the seat, his arm resting on the window frame, his fingers unconsciously curling.

Then he lowered his head, raised his hand, brought it to his nose, and smelled it.

A faint scent lingered on his fingertips, the girl's scent. It was so faint that he might not have noticed it at all if he hadn't been deliberately trying to discern it.

He had smelled this scent before, on that night more than two weeks ago.

At that time, he was burning up from the drugs, feeling as if he had been thrown into a furnace, and his consciousness was so blurred that he could not distinguish between dreams and reality.

In that scorching chaos, a body crashed into his arms.

It was cool, like a cloud of icy mist enveloping him. He instinctively hugged it tighter, buried his face in the other person's neck, and even couldn't help but lick it, greedily absorbing every bit of coolness from the other person's body.

That's when the smell entered his nostrils—clean, slightly sweet, and cool.

He initially suspected that the man was the bartender.

After all, it was Wang An who led him into the room, but he had previously pinned the bartender down in the private room and forced him to drink for half an hour. When he approached, he didn't notice that smell on the bartender.

Interestingly, while the bartender didn't have any, the girl from earlier did.

The scent on her was almost identical to the lingering fragrance from that hazy memory he had…

The live chat was flooded with question marks from the moment he started smelling his hand.

What is he smelling? His own hands?

【No, what's wrong with this guy? He just touched my sister's wrist and then turned around to smell it. Isn't that a bit perverted?】

[What you didn't understand earlier, Gu Qin has an exceptionally keen sense of smell; this is foreshadowing.]

[What foreshadowing? Does he recognize people by their scent? Is he a human or a police dog?]

[Hahaha, marking territory by scent, huh? That's some puppy behavior.]

So what is he smelling? Does his sister smell? It wasn't mentioned in the original work.

[In the original novel, Gu Qin and his sister had no interaction at all; this part must have been heavily altered.]

[I also think this change is too drastic. In the original story, the younger sister never said a word to Gu Qin until her death, but now she's bumping into him, pulling his wrist, and smelling him. What is she doing?]

Is it possible that the plot started going off track from the very first night?

[Yes, things went completely wrong from the night my sister pretended to be sick to stop Wen Fan from going to the bar.]

So, is this new sister actually the same sister from the original story? She's done none of the things the original sister did.

[I suspect my younger sister also time-traveled or was reborn, otherwise it doesn't make sense.]

You guys are so dramatic. Can't the plot just unfold naturally? An adaptation should at least have something new to offer.

[New things are fine, but don't steal my love interest's spotlight! What does it mean that the seme cares so much about his sister? Are we going to go for a heterosexual romance?]

[Don't disgust me, this is a BL (Boys' Love) novel. It's a scam to include heterosexual (BG) storylines in BL novels.]

[Who said it's going to be a heterosexual romance? Gu Qin is probably just curious about the scent. You guys are overthinking it.]

Speaking of her sister, don't you think she arrived just in time? If she hadn't called A-Jie, Wen Fan doesn't know how much longer she would have been forced to drink.

Indeed, my sister did something respectable this time.

[I've always thought my sister is a great person. You guys criticize her all the time, but what has she done? She was genuinely unwell when she pretended to be sick, she came to the bar to save someone, and this time she was the one who promptly notified Ah Jie. She's been protecting her brother from beginning to end, okay?]

[Exactly, you guys are so obsessed with shipping that you've lost your minds. Wen Fan was drunk to that extent and you were still shipping him, but when his sister came to save him, you started cursing her.]

[CP fans and bottom fans are at it again, selling melon seeds and drinks in the front row]

Wen Qing didn't read the comments. When she saw Wen Fan in the lounge, he was already asleep on the table.

Her face was resting on her arm, her eyelashes were quietly covering her eyes, and her breathing was long and heavy, carrying the smell of alcohol.

There were a few drops of wine stains on the collar and a small wet patch on the cuff, but there were no injuries on the body and the clothes were intact.

It seems he was just drunk.

She stood at the door for a few seconds, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed.

"He just drank too much," Ah Jie whispered from the side. "Nothing else. When I went in, those guys were still pouring him drinks, but he's fine."

Wen Qing nodded, walked to Wen Fan's side, brushed away the stray hairs stuck to his forehead with sweat, and tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand.

Wen Fan frowned in his sleep and mumbled something indistinctly, but it was hard to hear clearly.

"I'll take him back for you," A-Jie said. "You can't move him by yourself like this."

She nodded warmly and said, "Thank you, Brother Jie."

It was already late at night when I got home.

Ah Jie put Wen Fan on the bed, helped her take off her coat and shoes, and made sure she was lying flat so she wouldn't choke before wiping his sweat and saying goodbye.

Wen Qing saw him to the door, and when she came back, she went to the bathroom to wring out a warm towel and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe Wen Fan's face.

As she wiped her forehead, cheeks, and chin with the towel, she noticed a corner of a red banknote peeking out of Wen Fan's pocket when she reached her neck.

She paused for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the stack of banknotes.

The twenty-three brand-new 100-yuan bills were neatly stacked together, with fresh creases.

Two thousand three hundred yuan.

She was staring blankly at the stack of banknotes when the person on the bed suddenly let out a muffled murmur.

Wen Qing leaned closer, her ear near Wen Fan's lips.

"Love..."

Wen Fan was talking in his sleep; his voice was very soft and indistinct.

"I will definitely save money... for your surgery..."

Wenqing remained bent over, without moving.

The banknotes in her hand and Wen Fan's soft murmurs overlapped, pressing heavily on her fingertips.