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

The moment they arrived home safely, the two siblings looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

Wen Fan smiled and then sighed. He raised his hand and gently flicked Wen Qing's forehead. The force was so light that his fingertips felt like a feather on her skin.

"Why are you so naughty? Aren't you afraid he'll retaliate against you?"

Wenqing covered her forehead, her almond-shaped eyes curving into two crescent moons, and said confidently.

"Who told him to bully my brother? I only embarrassed him a little, I didn't really hurt him. Besides, he's the kind of person who cares about his reputation. Going back with those five words on his face would be worse than getting a beating."

Looking at her self-righteous face, Wen Fan felt both amused and angry.

He sighed, his smile slowly fading, replaced by a serious expression.

"Don't do that again. We can't afford to mess with someone like him. It's safest to stay away from him. Also... don't play with your health. What if he really doesn't care about you after you fake a heart attack? What if he actually thinks you're faking it?"

"But he didn't ignore me," Wen Qing muttered softly. Seeing Wen Fan's eyes turn fierce again, she quickly raised her hands in surrender, "I know, I know, I won't do it again."

Wen Fan looked at her for two seconds to make sure she was really listening this time and not just paying lip service before reaching out to rub her head and letting her go wash up.

late at night.

The soundproofing in the old neighborhood isn't very good; you can occasionally hear footsteps from upstairs and the screeching of brakes from a night bus on the street in the distance.

Wen Fan's room door opened silently. He walked barefoot on the cold wooden floor to Wen Qing's room, placed his fingers on the doorknob, and gently pressed it down.

The cozy room was never locked at night, so he opened it with ease.

He pushed open the door and went inside; the sound of his feet landing in the room was softer than a cat's.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight seeped in through the gaps, casting a thin, silvery-white line on the sheets.

Wenqing lay on her side in bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin, her stray hairs scattered on the pillow, her breathing long and even.

The moonlight fell on her face, casting the shadows of her eyelashes onto her cheekbones, faintly.

She was asleep and unaware of the figure standing by her bed.

Wen Fan stood by the bed for a long time.

He looked at his sister's sleeping face with an incredibly tender gaze, as if he were looking at the only thing left in the world worth protecting with his life.

Then his gaze slowly changed, becoming increasingly somber and dark.

The events of the day replayed in his mind over and over again: the marks on his sister's wrists, her pale face when she looked up at him, and the fear that spread from the base of his spine to his entire body when he received that strange phone call, like being soaked in ice water.

He originally just wanted to live a peaceful life with his sister.

I go to get off work and come home every day, saving money so that I can have her operated on when I have enough, so that she can run and jump like a normal girl.

He avoids trouble and provokes others, keeping his presence to a minimum.

Even if he behaves himself, there are still people who can't stand him, who repeatedly cause trouble, and even hurt his closest people.

If my sister hadn't been quick-witted and escaped in time, who knows what would have happened to her.

It was his fault as the older brother; he failed to protect her...

Wen Fan slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips touching Wen Qing's cheek.

Her skin felt cool in the moonlight, like a small piece of warm jade.

His fingers gently brushed across her cheek, tucking the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear, a movement as light as caressing a flower petal.

"Qingqing," his voice was very low, like a murmur or a promise, "I will never let you be in danger again."

……

A few days later, at the Gu family villa garden.

The sun was shining brightly, the lawn was neatly mowed, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and a faint fragrance of gardenias.

In the corner of the garden stood a professional-grade dartboard. Gu Qin stood in front of the throwing line, a dart between his fingers, squinting as he aimed.

A piece of paper was nailed to the center of the bullseye, with two words written on it: "Warmth".

The paper was torn to shreds, riddled with holes from the darts, like a honeycomb.

The largest hole is in the very center, which was made by repeatedly stabbing the same spot.

With a flick of his wrist, Gu Qin sent the dart flying, which landed firmly on the edge of the paper, tearing off a small corner of the already teetering piece.

Looking at the unrecognizable piece of paper, he finally felt a little relieved of the anger in his chest.

Huang Yi stood to the side, holding an ice towel and a bottle of mineral water.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to Gu Qin's forehead.

A black sports headband was tied there, completely covering her forehead.

The hairband made Gu Qin look more youthful and energetic than usual, like a college student who had just come off the basketball court.

But the gloom in his eyes ruined this sunny feeling; the gloom was so intense that it almost seeped out from under his brow bone.

However, what he didn't know was that there were no more words on Gu Qin's forehead.

Those five words were completely washed away yesterday, but at first, no matter how much I wiped or washed them, they wouldn't come off.

Gu Qin almost couldn't resist having Wen Qing grabbed directly. Later, his cousin gave him a bottle of some kind of liquid and told him that he could use it to wash it off. He tried it and found that it really worked.

However, even though she had washed herself clean, Gu Qin still felt uncomfortable.

Every time I pass by a mirror, I subconsciously look at my forehead, always feeling that those five words are still imprinted on it, like an invisible brand.

So his hair tie was still not removed.

When Huang Yi thought of those words, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He quickly lowered his head and pretended to tidy up the towel, forcibly suppressing the smile that was welling up inside him.

To be honest, he really admired that girl; she dared to poop on a tiger's face. She was truly amazing.

He had never seen Gu Qin suffer such a huge setback.

"Huang Yi, has she still not gone out recently?"

Gu Qin's voice pulled Huang Yi back to reality.

Huang Yi came to his senses and found that Gu Qin had already wiped the sweat off his face and was handing him a towel.

Seeing that Huang Yi was still standing there without moving, his gaze still vaguely drifting towards his forehead, Gu Qin's forehead vein throbbed, and he kicked Huang Yi in the shin, saying in an annoyed tone.

"Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out."

Huang Yi winced in pain, then quickly took the towel, bowing and scraping.

"I wouldn't dare, Brother Gu, I really wouldn't dare."

Gu Qin snorted, picked up the mineral water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a swig, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Huang Yi then realized he hadn't answered the question from earlier, and quickly said, "Not yet. She hasn't left the house these past few days. Even taking out the trash downstairs is done by her brother. Maybe...maybe she's afraid of your retaliation."

Gu Qin placed the mineral water bottle on the tray and gave a cold laugh.

"Scared? Let her try staying home her whole life if she dares."

Seeing that his expression had softened a little, Huang Yi hesitated for a moment before mustering his courage to speak.

"Brother Gu, but your cousin... told you not to bother those siblings anymore. He said if you go to them again, he'll tell Uncle Gu what happened last time."

Mentioning his father, Gu Qin's expression instantly turned sinister.

His fingers clenched the water bottle, then he threw it aside, his tone so impatient it was almost as if he was telling him to leave.

"I know I won't openly cause trouble."

So will you go secretly?