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

but……

What's so strange about that?

Another voice in his mind naturally refuted this.

This girl is so cute, isn't it only natural for her to have such thoughts?

Look how bright her eyes are, look how curled her eyelashes are, look how pitiful she is as he holds her wrist and she can't break free.

So it's not surprising that people have this idea.

Lin Zhiyan's mind swayed for less than a few seconds before completely tilting towards the latter voice.

He grabbed Wenqing's wrist and pulled her onto the sofa, sitting her on his lap.

One hand encircled her waist to prevent her from slipping down, while the other hand naturally straightened her collar and skirt, which had been rumpled in the closet earlier, with gentle and delicate movements.

Then he lowered his head, brought his nose close to the crook of her neck, and took a deep breath.

That sweet scent was like a pair of hands, gently stroking his long-tense nerves, making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to sigh.

"What do you smell like? You smell so good."

His voice was muffled and deep, his lips almost touching the skin of her neck.

Wen Qing's body trembled slightly, then she coldly pushed away his face, placed her palm on his high nose bridge, and pushed his face away by more than ten centimeters.

She wore a perfunctory smile, but her tone was already starting to crack.

"It's probably the smell of the laundry detergent; I bought it on sale at the supermarket."

But at the same time, she couldn't help but mentally summon the system, her tone questioning.

"System, the effect of this item seems different from what you described before."

The system was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Host, actually the three-day trial card for the 'Charming Body Fragrance' has an additional effect. You acted too quickly at the time, and you confirmed the redemption before I could finish explaining."

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Wenqing's temple throbbed.

"You moved too fast, I really didn't have time to finish speaking."

The system's tone carried a hint of unease, but it quickly added.

"However, the additional effect is not a negative attribute; it is simply an extra layer of emotional enhancement on top of the main effect."

"What additional effects? Explain clearly."

The system explained.

"The pheromones released by this item are addictive. The longer the object spends with the host, the more pheromones it inhales, and the deeper its dependence on and affection for the host will become."

"Lin Zhiyan's initial reaction was so strong because before you triggered the item, he was in a highly vigilant and aggressive state. The two opposing emotions clashed violently in a short period of time, resulting in him inhaling a larger amount of pheromones in the first wave, which made the emotional shift particularly intense."

After listening to the system's explanation, Wen Qing felt her blood pressure soaring.

Addictive?

No wonder Lin Zhiyan looked at him with the expression of a cat seeing catnip.

Now look what happened; she only wanted to get away, but now she's trapped him instead.

As she was thinking, her face was suddenly cupped in a pair of large hands.

Lin Zhiyan's fingers ran through her hair, his palm pressed against her cheek, lifting her face so that their eyes met directly.

His deep eyes reflected her face, a mixture of tenderness and confusion, but mostly infatuation.

"What are you thinking about, my girl?"

Upon hearing this title, Wen Qing felt a chill run down her spine.

Moreover, their posture at that moment was quite ambiguous. She was sitting on his lap, and he had one arm around her waist and the other cupping her face. The distance between them was so close that she could count his eyelashes.

She couldn't break free, couldn't push him away, and dared not use any violent movements to provoke him.

After thinking for a moment, she lowered her eyelashes and deliberately spoke in an unhappy tone.

"You're too close to me, it makes me uncomfortable. Also, can you let go of me? I don't like you holding me. I want to leave, I want to go find Su Su, she's waiting for me."

Seeing her resistance to him so much, a violent dark light flashed across Lin Zhiyan's eyes.

But that tyranny only lasted a moment, melting into soft clouds the instant the girl's fair face appeared.

He tried to soften his expression, but the two emotions were pulling at each other on his face, and in the end, he managed to force a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Why don't you like my closeness? Do you hate me?"

When Wen Qing saw his somewhat eerie smile, she couldn't help but shrink back, but then she thought that with the props around, Lin Zhiyan probably wouldn't hurt her.

So she looked directly into his eyes, her tone calm and frank: "If I said yes, would you let me go?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyan's expression froze.

The violent emotions welled up in his heart again, but just like the previous times, they shattered into countless bubbles the moment he touched the girl's face.

He even began to reflect.

Why does she dislike me? Did I do something wrong? Did I pinch her chin too hard just now? Or was I too rough in pulling her out of the closet?

Shouldn't he have been gentler, spoken to her nicely instead of being harsh with her?

As soon as the thought arose, even he himself vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the thought was cunning, like a slippery snake that slithered into the cracks of his thoughts, making him subconsciously unwilling to delve into it.

"I can let you go..."

He finally sighed, speaking in a tone that was both indulgent and helpless, as if he had absolutely no way to deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

"But let me hold you a little longer, just a little longer... okay?"

He looked at her, his gaze deep and pleading.

……

On the other side, Wen Fan went up to the second floor under the guidance of the butler.

The corridor was quiet, with only the wall lamps emitting a warm yellow glow.

He walked up without encountering anyone; it was unusually quiet. If it weren't for the faint sounds of banquet music and voices coming from not far away, he would have almost thought that there was no one else in the house besides himself and the butler.

Things went much more smoothly than he had expected.

He had expected to have to argue his way through the entrance and was even prepared to be stopped by security guards.

He had even prepared his explanation—he would say that his sister was Miss Su's friend, and that he had urgent business with his sister.

But as soon as he arrived at the villa's entrance, a butler with gray hair and wearing a black uniform came up to him and asked who he was and who he was looking for.

He explained his purpose, and then the butler led the way while telling him that Miss Wenqing was safe and sound, that nothing had happened, and that she was having a great time there.

Upon hearing this, Wen Fan's tense nerves finally relaxed a bit.

He then began to wonder if the text message was a prank by someone.

Now that he knew his sister was alright, but since he had already come all this way, he needed to see her safe and sound with his own eyes before he could be completely at ease.

However, the butler suddenly stopped when he led him to the top of the stairs, and then said apologetically that something came up and he couldn't take him there. He told him that the lounge was on the second floor, towards the back of the corridor, and that he should go there by himself.

Wen Fan thanked the housekeeper and then walked alone into the depths of the corridor after saying goodbye.

The comments section erupted as he approached the half-open door step by step.

Wen Fan is really coming! Although this part of the story is different from the original novel, the main couple will still meet!

Is my sister inside? She probably isn't. Didn't she go deliver something? She should have left by now.

[It was just delivering something, it didn't take long, they must have left already.]

[So Lin Zhiyan is the only one in the lounge? Wen Fan pushed open the door and saw Lin Zhiyan drinking alone inside—isn't this a perfect recreation of a famous scene from the original novel!]

[Yes, yes, in the original story, Wen Fan bumps into Lin Zhiyan drinking alone in the lounge, and then the two of them are alone together, the atmosphere is incredibly ambiguous.]

The younger sister was a bit of a tool, but it's good that she finished her task and left the scene.

[Here he comes! Wen Fan has reached the door! He's hesitating! He's pushing the door open!]

Wen Fan stood at the door of the lounge and found that the door was ajar, with a warm yellow light faintly shining from inside.

He hesitated for a moment, after all, this was someone else's home, and it seemed a bit impolite for him to just push the door open and go in.

But his eagerness to see his sister prevailed, and he gently pushed open the door.

The moment the camera turned to show the inside of the door, the screen in front of the viewers suddenly turned into a pixelated mess.

【？？？？？】

[Another mosaic?! It was the same at the bar last time!!! The crucial parts were completely blurred!!!]

[I'm going crazy! What is it that I, a paying viewer, can't watch???]

【I paid for a membership and all I get is censored images??? I demand a refund!!!】

Sisters, stay calm. Maybe it's a technical issue. Let's wait and see if it recovers.

[There was a fight inside the bar when they blurred it out last time, I hope they don't fight again this time?]

[A fight? Lin Zhiyan and Wen Fan? Impossible, Lin Zhiyan isn't the type to attack Wen Fan.]

Why is it censored? What unspeakable thing happened inside?

While the comments section was churning with excitement, Wen Fan pushed open the door and saw the scene inside the room.

A tall man was sitting on the sofa, his suit jacket tossed aside and his tie hanging loosely at his collar.

At this moment, he had a lazy, satisfied look in his eyes, like a large feline that had had its fill of catnip.

He was holding a girl in his arms.

The girl stood with her back to the door, her loose braids hanging down beside the sofa armrest.

She was being held in the man's arms, and she was pushing against his chest with both hands, trying to create some distance.

But the man had one arm around her waist and the other hand cupping her face. He lowered his head and leaned close to her, his posture intimate and ambiguous, like he was coaxing a sulking cat.

The two were in an intimate pose, like a young couple making out.

The moment Wen Fan recognized the gray-blue dress outside the door, her reason snapped like a string stretched to its limit.

……

Lin Zhiyan noticed that someone was suddenly standing at the door.

The person stood against the light of the corridor, their figure outlined as a dark silhouette.

Lin Zhiyan narrowed her eyes, the tenderness that lingered in them instantly replaced by a sharp alertness.

He instinctively pulled the person in his arms closer to him, his voice turning cold as he asked, "Who are you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the girl in his arms began to struggle violently, trying to pry his arms off her waist while reaching out to the person at the door, calling out not his name, but "Brother!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyan's brows furrowed instantly.

elder brother?

Oh, he knows who this person is.

That person had a good impression of him, and could even be said to value him somewhat, seemingly planning to promote him later.

But that person is that person, he is himself.

The person who values ​​him isn't him, so why should he be like that person?

Just then, Wen Fan walked in from behind the light, and the light finally shone on his face.

His eyes were frighteningly black, like two black holes that no light could penetrate. They were devoid of warmth and emotion, containing only a deep, almost suffocating darkness.

At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the hand that Lin Zhiyan had wrapped around Wen Qing's waist.

"Let go of my sister."

He suddenly spoke, his voice seemingly calm, but Lin Zhiyan could hear the turmoil beneath that calm.

He glanced down at the girl struggling in his arms. She looked at him with eyes full of expectation and joy, a completely different attitude from her resistance and disgust towards him.

Upon seeing this, the possessiveness within him was like a wild beast awakened, instantly unleashing all his aggression the moment he saw Wen Fan.

So instead of letting go, he pulled Wen Qing even tighter into his arms, raised his chin slightly, and gave Wen Fan a provocative curve.

"Oh, it's my brother-in-law! What brings you here? You didn't even knock... I thought some rude person had barged in."

Upon hearing this address, Wen Fan's gaze turned cold, and then his eyes fell on his incredibly unsightly hands.

Those hands were still firmly clasped around Wenqing's waist, their well-defined fingers pressed intimately against her through the gray-blue tulle of her dress.

Seeing this, Wen Fan slowly clenched his hands at his sides, and the veins on the back of his hands faintly appeared.

"Let go of my sister."

He spoke again, his voice no longer able to maintain its composure.

Lin Zhiyan, however, was not afraid at all.

His smile deepened, and the provocation in his tone grew stronger. He looked down at Wenqing in his arms and spoke in an intimate, almost ambiguous tone.

"Brother-in-law, don't misunderstand. Qingqing and I have a very good relationship. We were just catching up."

The moment Lin Zhiyan uttered the word "Qingqing," Wen Fan's pupils constricted sharply.

How dare he? How could he?

This is the name he has called her since childhood; it is an intimacy that belongs only to the two of them and that no one else can intrude upon.

So how could he call him by that name?

Seeing the dejected look on his face, Lin Zhiyan felt a cruel sense of satisfaction.

He looked down at Wen Qing, wanting her to cooperate with him to finish the play, and a doting smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't you think so, love..."

Before the last syllable of the word "love" had even finished, he suddenly saw a dark gun barrel pointed at him.

Wen Qing was holding a tiny gun, the muzzle of which was firmly pressed against the side of his neck.

The anger and frustration she had felt when she was restrained were gone from her almond-shaped eyes; instead, there was an extremely calm expression.