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

Warmth is awakened by a very light touch.

Something slid slowly across her hair, again and again, like the wisps of hair blowing past her ears.

She groggily moved her head, her consciousness still immersed in a hazy drowsiness, her eyelids too heavy to lift.

It was as if she was having a dream.

In my dream, there was a gray sky and a gray sea. The waves crashed against the rocks and broke into white foam. The wind was strong, making it hard for people to stand.

Wen Fan stood in the seawater, holding a small jar in his arms. The seawater was above his knees and waist. He looked down at the jar in his arms, a smile playing on his lips.

She wanted to call out to him, to run over and grab him, but her feet were rooted to the spot, and her throat felt like it was filled with cement; she couldn't make a sound.

She could only watch helplessly as the seawater slowly rose, covering his chest, his chin, and finally the top of his head.

"Brother...don't die..."

She shouted it out, but there was nothing left on the sea, only gray waves churning one after another.

"I'm here, Qingqing..."

But then a voice came from a great distance, piercing through the gray sea and the gray sky, and landed steadily in her ears.

"How could your brother die? Your brother will always be by your side."

It felt like a hand was gently stroking my hair, warm and soft, as if soothing a kitten having a nightmare.

Wen Qing suddenly opened her eyes.

The first thing I saw was Wen Fan's face.

He lay on his side beside her, one hand supporting his head, the other hand resting on her hair, his fingertips running through her strands with a gentle touch.

He stood against the window light, the morning light shining from behind him, casting soft shadows on his face. His eyelashes turned a pale gold in the light, and his pupils were a deep black, as deep as a bottomless well.

That look in his eyes was different from the brother she remembered.

In my memory, his eyes were clean and gentle, like spring water flowing through a stream, so clear you could see right to the bottom.

But the way he looked at her at that moment was not like that.

But only for a moment.

The moment she opened her eyes, that look vanished as quickly as the tide receded.

Wen Fan blinked, and when she lifted her eyelashes again, her eyes had regained their usual gentle and clear appearance.

"Awake?" he said, his voice slightly hoarse, typical of mornings.

Wen Qing stared blankly at him, her mind still switching between dream and reality.

She found herself lying in her brother's bed.

The pillow smelled of his usual shampoo, and so did the blanket—a very faint herbal fragrance.

When did she get into her brother's bed?

Her last memory was sitting by his bedside, looking at him, and then she remembered nothing more.

"How did I get here?" she asked, trying to sit up.

Wen Fan reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, not with much force, and pushed her back onto the pillow.

"You were exhausted from taking care of me yesterday, and then you fell asleep by the bed," he said. "I carried you up here, and it's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

She was indeed a little tired.

Last night's ordeal, coupled with her poor health, left her feeling completely drained after everything was over.

So she didn't struggle and obediently lay back down.

But as soon as she lay back down, her senses suddenly jolted awake, reminding her of a fact she had overlooked—her brother was lying next to her under the covers.

They were under the same blanket, her arm less than ten centimeters from his, and she could even feel the warmth of his body seeping through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

Her face flushed red instantly.

As far as I can remember, they never slept in the same bed again after the age of ten.

When she was a child in an orphanage, she and her brother shared a small bed. In winter, there was no heating, so she would snuggle in her brother's arms. Later, when they both grew up, they began to avoid each other.

Her brother would not enter her room casually, and he would never change his clothes in front of her. No matter how hot the weather was, he would walk around the living room fully clothed.

He was a thoughtful older brother, so thoughtful that he even thought of such details for her.

But now she was lying on his bed, her head on his pillow, covered by his blanket, completely enveloped by his scent.

The scent wasn't a clean, warm, or his own natural fragrance; it wafted in from all directions—from the blankets, the pillow, and the air—wrapping her like an ant that had fallen into a marshmallow.

A cold hand suddenly touched her forehead.

Wen Qing was startled and bounced up in the blanket.

"Why is your face so red?" Wen Fan placed his hand on her forehead, his brows furrowing slightly, his tone tinged with worry and self-reproach. "Did you catch a chill last night? Do you have a fever?"

"No, no!" Wen Qing denied repeatedly, reaching out to push his wrist away. "I'm not sick, I'm just... just a little hot."

"Hot?" Wen Fan glanced at the window in confusion; the window was open.

"It's really nothing."

Wenqing pulled the blanket up to cover half of her face, leaving only her eyes showing.

Wen Fan looked at her for two seconds, and after confirming that although her blush was suspicious, her body temperature was indeed normal, she withdrew her hand and felt relieved.

But his gaze didn't immediately leave her face; instead, it followed her eyebrows and eyes downwards, gliding over her cheeks, which were half-covered by the blanket, and finally landing on the back of her neck.

That skin was fair and clean.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the fine downy hairs on the back of her neck with a pale golden glow.

There was nothing there—no redness, no marks, no inappropriate traces.

Ke Wenfan remembers it clearly.

Not long ago, that night, he saw the man hold Qingqing in his arms, bury his face in the crook of her neck, and press his lips against the skin of her nape, sucking hard like a wild beast biting its prey by the scruff of its neck.

He had just regained consciousness when he saw that scene, and his mind was immediately filled with rage.

It was an anger he had never experienced before. His sister, the sister he had raised with all his heart, was being held in the arms of a man reeking of alcohol...

It's simply...unbearable...

When he regained his composure, he was already holding the broken bottle in his hand, and the man was lying on the ground, blood streaming down his head.

He was still tightly gripping the neck of the broken bottle with one hand, his knuckles cut in several places by the shards of glass, but he felt no pain.

"Brother... what's wrong?"

The warm voice pulled him out of his memories.

Wen Fan snapped back to reality, her pupils contracted sharply, and then she quickly returned to her usual gentle and mild demeanor.

The whole process took less than half a second, so fast it was as if nothing had happened.

"It's nothing," he smiled, threw back the covers and got out of bed. "I'll go make breakfast. You can sleep a little longer. I'll wake you up when it's ready."

When he stood up, his back was to her. His back was as straight and gentle as ever, but Wenqing could vaguely sense something was amiss.

At that moment, a flood of comments appeared.

There weren't many comments early in the morning, but as soon as they came in, they accurately captured the most stimulating scenes for them.

【What? Am I seeing things? Why is my sister sleeping in my bed?】

【No, are you trying to avoid suspicion? Don't you know there's a difference between men and women? They're not even siblings.】

Even siblings won't do!

[Did you read the previous part? The younger sister took care of the drunk uke until he fell asleep by the bedside, and it was the uke who carried her up to the bed.]

Even so, why can't we just let her sleep in her own bed? Why does she have to sleep in the same bed?

[Exactly, the image of two people lying in one bed under one blanket makes me a little uncomfortable.]

[Are you guys deliberately targeting female characters? Wen Fan's feelings for his sister have been purely familial from beginning to end. What's wrong with siblings sleeping in the same bed? They haven't done anything shameful.]

【I've slept in my brother's bed before, what's the big deal? Don't you guys have brothers too?】

[The premise of avoiding suspicion is that both parties have a need to avoid suspicion. The brother and sister are completely innocent, so why should they avoid suspicion? People with dirty minds see everything as dirty.]

Well said! Some people just can't stand their younger sister; they'll find fault with everything she does.

[I'm submissive, I don't care, I'll support whoever Wen Fan likes. At least my sister is good to him, which is much better than those tops who humiliate him.]

[Exactly! My sister was busy calling for help and dragging people home all night, and you're still nitpicking. Don't you have any conscience?]

The comments section was buzzing with excitement, but Wenqing wasn't watching the show with the usual interest.

Her attention was drawn to Wen Fan's unusual behavior just now.

She sat up from under the covers and looked at the bedroom door—Wen Fan had already left. From the kitchen came the sound of running water from the faucet and the soft clattering of pots and pans; everything sounded normal.

She thought for a moment, then threw off the covers and got out of bed. She walked barefoot to the bedroom door, but before she could even step out, Wen Fan's figure reappeared at the kitchen doorway.

He was holding a glass of warm water. When he saw her standing at the bedroom door, he paused for a moment, then quickly walked over, put the glass in her hand, and pushed her shoulder to make her sit back down on the bed.

"I told you to rest well, why are you up again?" He squatted down, looked up at her, his eyes filled with familiar tenderness and worry. "Are you still dizzy? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"I'm not dizzy anymore."

Wenqing held the water glass, lowered her head and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down her throat, making her stomach feel warm.

Wen Fan smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair. The moment his fingertips touched the top of her head, Wen Qing suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand.

"What's wrong?" Wen Fan looked down at her.

Wen Qing lowered her eyelashes, her tone carrying a hint of unease.

"Brother, is it inappropriate for me to sleep in your bed?"

Wen Fan paused for a moment, then he took her fingers in his hand, bent down, and made his gaze level with hers.

His eyebrows drooped slightly, and the corners of his eyes also drooped a little, revealing a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Have you forgotten that we always slept together when we were little? Is it because Qingqing has grown up and doesn't like her brother anymore?"

"No, no!" Wen Qing hurriedly waved her hands, almost spilling the water in her hand. "That's not what I meant... I just felt that we're not children anymore, what if people gossip..."

Wen Fan took the water glass from her hand and placed it on the bedside table, then straightened up and patted her head.

"Who would gossip? You're my sister, it's my duty to take care of you. Let others say what they want, I don't care."

Looking at his gentle yet firm expression, Wen Qing didn't ask any further questions.

She picked up her water glass and took another sip, using the rim of the glass to hide the slight upturn of her lips.

The comments section reacted even faster than she had expected.

[Hahaha, see that! He doesn't even mind! Why are you all worrying about it!]

[Wen Fan: So what if my sister sleeps in my bed? What's it to you?]

[The slap in the face came so fast, like a tornado. Where's the person who was just cursing my sister? Come out and show yourself!]

Anyway, I'm all in on the bottom (uke/submissive) role; whoever the bottom likes, I'll like too. At least the younger sister is sincere towards him.

Indeed, compared to those dominant characters who humiliate their submissive partners, the younger sister is much cuter; she's obedient and protective of her own.

[It's funny how some people are getting upset. Is it because their sibling relationship is so sensitive that it bothers you?]

Several of the most vehemently critical comments were silenced for a while after being countered, with only a dry "Whatever" floating by before quickly disappearing into the comment stream.

Instead, there were more comments defending the younger sister, and a few comments saying "the younger sister x older brother CP is also quite good".

Wenqing saw a tiny notification in the upper right corner of her vision: Love value +2.

Although there were only two points, she was quite satisfied.

Moreover, seeing those who dislike her get frustrated in the comments section is indeed quite enjoyable.

You're all arguing about useless things; hasn't anyone noticed an important issue?

A comment suddenly appeared, its font bold and dark blue, standing out prominently amidst the sea of ​​red and white text.

A tender gaze was drawn to it.

What's the important question?

I've read the original novel of this BL fanfiction. It's actually a fanfiction based on a male-oriented novel, and the protagonist, Wen Fan, is the male lead of that novel.

Wenqing blinked.

Fanfiction about male-oriented novels?

She glanced subconsciously toward the kitchen, where Wen Fan was standing with his back to her in front of the stove, wearing a slightly faded apron, cracking eggs into a pot.

Is this such a virtuous older brother the male protagonist of a male-oriented novel?

[Finally someone said it! I'm a fan of that male-oriented novel, and I was completely devastated when I saw this BL fanfiction.]

No, fan fiction is perfectly normal. Everyone has different tastes. If you don't like it, just turn it off.

[I'm not saying fanfiction is bad, I'm saying this author is too cruel. He turned the male protagonist of a male-oriented novel into a shou (bottom) in a BL (Boys' Love) novel, subjecting him to physical and emotional abuse, forced into a relationship, and even having his sister die in the end. Our male protagonist in male-oriented novels is a winner in life, achieving success in both career and love!]

[Wait, so Wen Fan wasn't gay in the original version?]

[Of course not! In the original story, he's straight. Although the author stated there's no female lead, his sister is the most popular romantic partner!]

The gentle pupils jolted suddenly.

She held the water glass, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

[No way, I think the male lead and the villain's pairing is also very popular, definitely more so than the sister's.]

【Huh? ? ? Sister? ? ? 】

[They're not related by blood! Have you all forgotten, those who watched the plot? Wen Fan and Wen Qing grew up together in an orphanage; they're not siblings at all! In the original male-oriented novel, they were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little. Wen Fan dropped out of school to work and support her medical treatment. After she recovered, she helped Wen Fan start his business. The two supported each other all the way from the bottom to the top of the business world, and finally achieved great success. It's a classic male-oriented wish-fulfillment novel template, okay?!]

[I've also read that male-oriented novel! The male lead, Wen Fan, has a fantastic character. He's been intelligent and patient since childhood. After dropping out of school, he worked at a bar to save money. Later, he seized an opportunity to open his own bar and worked his way up step by step. His sister, Wen Qing, is sickly but incredibly smart and helps him strategize. Together, they make their business bigger and bigger. The author writes about business struggles in a particularly brilliant way, and the romance is also incredibly sweet—the kind of sweetness where they support and heal each other.]

[Besides, the younger sister in the original story wasn't a useless character at all! Because of a heart condition, she couldn't go out, so she taught herself programming at home and later became Wen Fan's behind-the-scenes strategist. She made several key business decisions. She's the kind of seemingly weak but incredibly intelligent female lead, not the useless younger sister in this fanfiction who does nothing but waits to be served by her brother!]

[So this BL fanfiction kills off the younger sister because if she didn't die, Wen Fan would never have gotten entangled with other men?]

[Nonsense! In the original version, Wen Fan only had eyes for his sister from beginning to end, and didn't even glance at other women or men. If the author wanted him to reasonably get entangled with several male leads, he would have to kill off his sister first, otherwise it wouldn't make sense.]

[Oh my god, this is the first time I've heard of this background. I feel like I've been tricked into coming here to kill someone.]

【Wait, aren't you male-oriented fans coming to the BL fanfiction section to explain the original work? Isn't that a bit insensitive? Fanfiction is supposed to be a re-creation based on the original work, so why does it have to follow the original exactly?】

[Who says fanfiction has to be exactly the same as the original? I just like reading about Wen Fan being abused and forced, and I don't like reading male-oriented wish-fulfillment stories. Any objections?]

[We're not stopping you from creating fanfiction, but can you please stop bothering with your fanfiction and calling the younger sister useless? She wasn't like this at all in the original story!]

[Oh yeah, they tortured the male lead so much, and in the end he still ended up with several male leads.]

【Well said! The original younger sister was smart and strong, but here she's portrayed as a burden and cannon fodder, and you guys criticize her every day. Doesn't it hurt us fans of the original work?】

[Alright, alright, stop arguing. The fanfiction community and the original work community are two parallel lines. Nobody should lecture anyone else. Everyone should just enjoy their own thing.]