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

Lin Zhiyan's gaze shifted back and forth between her face and the gun barrel, and only one thought flashed through her mind—where did she get the gun?

But the next second he suddenly felt a numbness in his neck, then everything went black, and he fell backward onto the sofa like a puppet with its strings cut.

Seeing that he had passed out, Wen Qing climbed out of his arms, rubbed her waist which was a little sore from being strangled, then bent down and slapped him on the left cheek.

Snapped!

She didn't use much force, but her voice sounded crisp.

She glanced at Lin Zhiyan, who was lying unconscious on the sofa, and sneered inwardly.

"You wouldn't let go of me, you wouldn't let me leave, and who told you to provoke my brother! Besides, I finally accumulated some affection points, and then spent several points to buy a tranquilizer gun... Do you know how expensive things are in the shop?"

After venting her anger, she prepared to break free from Lin Zhiyan's embrace completely.

But as soon as she moved, she realized that although the man was unconscious, his arms around her waist were still tightly wrapped around her, muscle memory was more stubborn than his consciousness.

She tried to pry him open but couldn't, so she angrily slapped him a few more times on his right cheek. With a few crisp slaps, several light red marks appeared on Lin Zhiyan's handsome face.

At this moment, Wen Fan suddenly walked over, bent down, grabbed Lin Zhiyan's wrist with one hand, and steadily lifted Wen Qing out of his arms with the other.

He was gentle with Wen Qing, but he didn't hesitate at all when he pried Lin Zhiyan's arm off, as if he were disassembling an eyesore.

As soon as she was free, Wen Qing threw herself into Wen Fan's arms, buried her face in his chest, and mumbled, "Brother."

But Wen Fan's body tensed up the moment she lunged in.

The sweet scent emanating from his sister, even stronger than usual, enveloped him like a tidal wave.

His pupils dilated slightly for a moment, all his muscles stiffened, his heart pounded heavily in his chest, and the desires hidden deep within him grew wildly like vines under the catalysis of this aura, spreading from his chest to every part of his body.

Seeing that things were about to get out of control, Wen Fan suddenly bit his tongue hard. The metallic taste spread in his mouth, and the pain barely brought him back to his senses.

He suppressed the surging undercurrent in his heart, his hands hanging limply at his sides as she held him, asking in a hoarse voice.

"Qingqing, are you alright? Did he do anything to you?"

Wenqing shook her head in his arms, greedily inhaling the clean scent of soap on his body.

The scent of her brother reassured her, a feeling completely different from when Lin Zhiyan held her in his arms earlier. It was a genuine sense of security that allowed her to let down her guard.

Just as she was about to rub against him again, Wen Fan suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from his embrace by an arm's length.

Wenqing looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

Wen Fan didn't look at her.

His gaze shifted from her face, quickly scanned the room, and then settled on the corner of the wall.

There stood a golf club bag with several silver clubs inserted inside.

He walked over, took one out, weighed it in his hand, and then turned and walked back.

Wen Qing watched as he carried the golf club toward Lin Zhiyan, who was unconscious on the sofa, and then watched as he raised the club, aiming it directly at Lin Zhiyan's head.

This is this...

Wen Qing's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, and then she rushed forward, grabbed Wen Fan's waist from behind, and pulled him backward while hanging on him, shouting.

"Brother, no!"

Wen Fan was pulled up around the waist by her, forcing him to stop moving.

He tightened his grip on the cue, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, then he lowered his head and asked in a tone that was both gentle and eerily soft.

Why?

"Aren't you reluctant to part with it?"

Wenqing met his dark, lifeless eyes.

The gaze in those eyes remained gentle, but beneath that gentleness surged a possessiveness and anger she had never seen before, so intense it was almost scorching.

She didn't let go; instead, she hugged him even tighter, looked up at his face, and said earnestly.

"Brother, no, I'm just thinking of you. Don't offend the Lin family because of me. Gu Qin was already troublesome enough. Lin Zhiyan is not someone we can afford to offend. I don't want to see you get hurt because of me, not at all."

Upon hearing this, Wen Fan's gaze suddenly trembled, and a small crack appeared in the thick blackness in his eyes, which then disappeared little by little, finally revealing a familiar gentleness.

He lowered his head and stared at the golf club in his hand for a long time, the bulging veins on the back of his hand slowly subsiding.

He released his grip, and the club slipped from his palm, making a dull thud on the carpet.

Seeing this, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and only released her hands from his waist after confirming that he had calmed down.

She looked down at Lin Zhiyan, who was unconscious on the sofa. The faint red marks she had just slapped on his handsome face were still visible.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment. She couldn't let her brother hit him. She had already slapped herself to vent her anger... but she still felt it wasn't enough.

Then she turned her eyes and winked slyly at Wen Fan.

"Brother, since we can't vent our anger by hitting him, let's make him look bad."

Wen Fan was taken aback.

Wen Qing took out a pen from her pocket. It was the same pen she had used to write on Gu Qin's forehead last time. It was waterproof, oil-proof, and long-lasting.

She squatted down in front of Lin Zhiyan, uncapped the pen, and then waved to Wen Fan without turning her head.

"Brother, come on over too! Let's each take one side."

……

After an unknown amount of time, the mosaic finally disappeared.

The comments flooded the screen like caged birds that had been held back for too long.

[Liberated!!! We can finally see it!!! I was so anxious!!!]

[Let me see this iconic scene—wait, why is Lin Zhiyan lying alone on the sofa? Where's Wen Fan?]

[Wasn't it supposed to be Lin and Wen alone together? There's nothing here at all!]

[No, look at Lin Zhiyan's face!!!]

The viewers' attention was instantly focused on Lin Zhiyan, who was unconscious on the sofa.

He was slumped on the sofa in a rather unladylike posture, his suit jacket crumpled and tossed aside, his tie askew behind his shoulder, and his hair somewhat disheveled.

But the most remarkable thing was his face—there was a line of text written on his left cheek, and another line of text written on his right cheek.

On the left is "I love being a male nanny", and on the right is "I love hugging other people's sisters". The font is elegant and neat, while the font is slightly unskilled but has a strong stroke. It is as if the two people each wrote half and completed the masterpiece by working together.

Especially the line of text on the right, the strokes of the four characters "别人妹妹" (someone else's sister) are particularly deep, as if the writer put the most effort into this word, as if they wanted to carve it directly into the skin.

The chat was silent for a full three seconds, then exploded.

[Hahaha, what's going on here?! Lin Zhiyan, where's your aloof persona?!!!!]

【What the heck is "I love being a male nanny"?! Who wrote this?!】

[And I like to hug other people's sisters randomly, whose sisters??]

The handwriting on the right is clearly different! Two different handwriting styles! There's an accomplice!!!

[Hehe, I took a screenshot, now I have a new emoji!]

[Laughing so hard I almost died, the aloof and unattainable Lin Zhiyan has now become a comedian.]

On the other side, Su Yilan was being pulled by her mother, Su Jilan, to meet several of the Su family's business partners.

She wore a polite smile and said "Hello Uncle and Auntie" while idly counting down the time, thinking that she would go find Wenqing after this group left, since she should have finished delivering the things.

Just then, her phone rang, and the name that popped up on the screen was the one she was thinking of.

"Susu, I have to go now, my brother is here to pick me up."

A warm voice came through the receiver, tinged with a hint of apology.

Su Yilan stepped back from the group of elders and walked to the side, frowning.

"Why are you leaving so early? Didn't we agree that I would take you home?"

"My brother was worried about me, so he came early."

"Your brother is really something. It's not like I can't take you home," Su Yilan said with a hint of regret. "Okay then... wait, you promised me last time we'd go to that new art supply store together. Don't stand me up!"

Wen Qing smiled and agreed on the other end of the line, and after coaxing her a few more times, Su Yilan reluctantly hung up the phone.

She stood in the corner, alone, and the once lively banquet suddenly became somewhat dull.

At this moment, Su Yi'an walked over without anyone noticing.

"Sister, have you seen Brother Lin? Uncle wants to see him."

"I don't know, maybe in the back garden or the study. You can ask the butler."

Su Yilan answered casually.

Su Yi'an stared at her face for a moment, sensing that she seemed a little down. He pursed his lips and said, "If you're alright, why don't you come with me to look for her?"

Su Yilan thought about it and agreed.

So the siblings asked the housekeeper and learned that Lin Zhiyan had been in the second-floor lounge the whole time and hadn't come down, so they went upstairs together.

……

In the lounge, Lin Zhiyan slowly opened her eyes.

He looked around and found himself still in the lounge on the second floor.

He then propped himself up and sat up, his dizzy head gradually clearing.

He sat quietly for a while, feeling a lingering tingling sensation in the back of his neck, like he had been electrocuted, and his cheeks felt cool and slightly stinging.

He couldn't help but touch his left cheek, but he didn't feel anything.

At the same time, previous memories gradually surfaced.

When Lin Zhiyan learned what the person had done while possessing his body, his face gradually turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

I knew he was restless, but I never expected him to cause so much trouble.

Lin Zhiyan rubbed her temples in frustration.

but……

Recalling his memories of that girl, a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

After regaining his senses, he had to admit that something was wrong with him at that time—it was as if his mind had been affected by something.

And now, as he recalled the girl's face, his heart warmed again, and a rare tenderness welled up within him. He wanted to hold the girl in his hands and make her never leave him.

Lin Zhiyan frowned, feeling both confused and troubled by her own reaction.

This whole thing had an abnormal and eerie feel to it from beginning to end.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door.

He suppressed his chaotic thoughts, put on his glasses, stood up, straightened his wrinkled shirt collar, and then went to open the door.

Upon opening the door, they found Su Yilan and her brother Su Yi'an standing outside.

However, upon seeing his face, both of them widened their eyes simultaneously.