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

Lin Zhiyan felt that the way Su Yilan and Su Yi'an, the siblings, were looking at her was strange.

Both of their eyes were fixed on his face, as if his face had blossomed with joy.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, his fingertips brushing against his skin, but he didn't feel anything foreign.

Seeing this, he became even more puzzled, and frowned as he asked.

"Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

Su Yi'an nodded blankly, then pointed to his left and right cheeks.

Su Yilan snapped out of her daze, her cheeks puffed out as if she was trying to suppress a laugh.

She then looked down and rummaged through her small handbag, pulling out a small, round, flip-top mirror about the size of her palm and handing it to him. Her expression was one of earnest concern, but the fine smile lines at the corners of her eyes betrayed her.

Lin Zhiyan took the mirror with a puzzled look, opened the flip cover, and pointed it at her face.

His face was clearly reflected in the mirror...

Then he slammed the mirror shut, his expression completely shattering in that instant.

On the other side, Wen Qing and Wen Fan were already in a taxi.

Wen Qing turned her head to look at the street scene rushing past outside the window, a gloating smile on her lips.

She imagined Lin Zhiyan's reaction after waking up, walking to the mirror, and seeing the two lines of words on her face.

Without the dedicated ink remover from the system's store, those words simply cannot be erased and will remain on your face.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

However, she soon noticed that Wen Fan beside her was acting strangely.

He sat a little far away from her, about a person's distance between them.

Normally, when two people ride in a car, they don't sit too close together, but they're never this far apart as they were today.

He was looking out the window, his demeanor cold and aloof.

The car window was slightly ajar, and gusts of wind blew in, making his hair a little messy, but he didn't move. The lines of his profile looked even more cold and hard in the dim light.

Wen Qing suddenly remembered that he hadn't said a single word to her since she got on the bus, and hadn't even glanced at her.

Seeing her brother like this, her warm smile slowly faded.

This has never happened before...

Her brother is the kind of person who, even if she doesn't say anything, will ask her every now and then, "Are you tired?", "Are you cold?", "Are you hungry?"

He was unusually quiet and aloof today, as if an invisible curtain had been drawn between them.

Wen Qing couldn't help but steal a glance at his cold profile, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Is my brother angry?

Why am I angry that she recklessly caused such a big problem all by herself?

Or was he still angry that she hadn't let him hit Lin Zhiyan with a golf club before?

As she was figuring out how to start a conversation, the driver in the front seat suddenly glanced at her in the rearview mirror and then struck up a conversation with a smile.

"Young lady, what perfume are you wearing? It smells really nice... If you don't mind, could you tell me? I'd like to buy one for my wife."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and before she could answer, Wen Fan spoke up.

His voice was cold and brief, like a knife falling between the driver and her.

"Master, how much longer until we arrive?"

The driver looked into Wen Fan's dark eyes in the rearview mirror and saw the undisguised warning and coldness within them.

He sheepishly withdrew his gaze from behind, replied dryly, "Almost there, about ten more minutes," and then obediently focused on the road ahead while driving, without glancing in the rearview mirror again.

Wen Qing sat in the back seat and couldn't see the driver's expression, so she wasn't quite sure what had happened in those few seconds.

But she could sense a sudden silence in the air, a silence that followed the tension of impending conflict.

Fortunately, the silence didn't last long, and the car stopped at the entrance of the old residential area.

Wen Fan paid the fare, opened the car door and got out first, then reached out to help Wen Qing out of the car.

He gripped her wrist with a bit more force than usual, and quickly released her as soon as she regained her balance, as if he had been burned by something.

The two walked into the residential area. Just as they reached the flower bed downstairs, several high school students carrying basketballs walked towards them.

They had probably just finished playing ball and were walking home; their hair was still wet, and their T-shirts were stained with sweat. They were chatting and laughing as they walked this way.

As they brushed past them, the high school students stopped in their tracks, their noses twitching like a group of cats that had just smelled catnip.

Then their eyes all turned toward Wen Qing, their gazes filled with a bewildered yet burning curiosity.

One of the boys with a buzz cut blurted out, "What's that smell? It smells so good."

Another boy wearing glasses subconsciously took a step toward Wen Qing, his nostrils flaring as if searching for the source of the fragrance.

Wen Fan's expression suddenly turned cold and hard. He grabbed Wen Qing's wrist and quickened his pace, almost dragging her forward.

Wen Qing was pulled along and started running. She glanced back at the high school students who were still standing there, their eyes following them. Finally, she belatedly realized—it was that damned, irresistible fragrance again.

She anxiously asked in her mind, "System, can this 'charming fragrance' skill be ended early?"

"Sorry, host," the system said, "once activated, the 3-day trial card for the charming fragrance will last for 72 hours and cannot be stopped midway."

Wen Qing closed her eyes, her heart filled with gloom. If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have been greedy for this advantage.

At that time, Lin Zhiyan held her tightly and wouldn't let go. In a moment of impulse, she only thought about "making sure no one hurts me," completely unaware that this prop had the side effects of being addictive and attracting indiscriminately.

The tranquilizer gun can be replaced a second time, and there's no purchase limit in the store.

Why was she so stubborn back then, thinking that once you've changed it once, you can't change it again?

The more I think about it, the more I regret it.

With a snap, the door slammed shut behind me.

Wen Fan stood in front of her, his back to the door, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He didn't speak, he just looked down at her.

The entryway light was off, and only a small nightlight was on in the living room. The warm yellow light spilled in from the hallway, casting large patches of light and shadow on his face.

Wen Qing looked up at his face and suddenly realized something—her brother seemed to be the person she had been in contact with the most right now.

The amount of pheromones inhaled was probably no less than that in Lin Zhiyan.

But her brother didn't cling to her uncontrollably like Lin Zhiyan did, nor did he say anything strange, and his gaze towards her seemed normal.

She couldn't help but ask the system in her mind, "System, what would happen if a family member smelled this irresistible fragrance?"

The system remained silent for a moment.

For some reason, that brief silence made her feel a little uneasy.

"If it's family affection, it will only make that feeling stronger. Within the scope of the prop's effect, family affection is categorized as a 'positive emotion,' and the pheromones will positively reinforce it, but it won't produce the same strong addictive reaction or emotional shift as it would with a stranger."

After hearing the system's explanation, Wen Qing felt a weight lifted from her heart.

That would be good.

Her brother was just more worried about her and cared about her more.

These reactions are normal; she's just overthinking it.

"Love."

At this moment, Wen Fan suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"Um?"

"Did you wear any perfume?"

He turned his head slightly to look at her, a fleeting hint of restraint flashing in his eyes so quickly that the tenderness vanished before he could even catch it.

Feeling a little guilty, she scratched the back of her head and chuckled dryly, "I did spray a little, what's wrong, brother? Is the smell strong?"

Wen Fan lowered her eyelashes, casting a small shadow under her eyes.

His lips pressed tightly together, then he forced a smile.

"It's nothing, it's just that the smell is a bit strong... By the way, you shouldn't go out these next few days, I'm afraid that person will cause you trouble."

Warmth and compassion naturally follow.

She had no intention of going out in the first place.

Going out with this irresistible fragrance is like walking down the street holding a sign that says, "Come smell me!"

After thinking for a moment, she looked up and asked with concern.

"And what about you, brother? Won't he cause you trouble?"

When Wen Fan met her bright eyes, his heartstrings trembled, and he quickly looked away.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was so steady that even he was a little surprised.

"It's okay. If he causes me trouble, I'll just resign... Then we can move to another city and leave this place."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment.

Move to another city? Leave this place?

They had lived in the old neighborhood for several years. Although the rented room was small and old, it was their home after all, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of attachment to it.

Moreover, she had just made friends with Su Yilan, and it seemed a little hard for her to leave now.

More importantly, will the plot really make them leave?

……

Late at night, Wen Fan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin silver line across the ceiling.

In the next room, my younger sister was already fast asleep.

The sweet fragrance wafted from her room, through the corridor, and through the cracks in the door, enveloping the entire house like an invisible net.

He couldn't close his eyes because his mind was filled with thoughts of her.

But he eventually fell asleep.

But he had a dream.

In his dream, his sister stood in front of him, wearing that gray-blue dress and braiding the pigtails he had personally braided.

But unlike her usual obedient and cute demeanor, the way she looked at him carried a charm and allure she had never seen before.

She reached out to him, her fingertips gently hooking his collar, and pulled him toward her.

He didn't push her away...

In his dream, he made his desires for her again and again, wanting to meld her into his very bones, wishing that her flesh and heart could become one with his.

The feeling was so real, so real, that it felt like I wasn't dreaming.

He suddenly opened his eyes when the dream ended.

It was just dawn, and birds were chirping outside the window.

He was covered in sweat, his T-shirt was soaked and stuck to his back, and the stray hairs on his forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

He slowly sat up, looked down at his hands, his fingers still trembling slightly.

The sensations from the dream still linger on my fingertips—her warmth, her voice, her breath…

He sat in the darkness for a long time, so long that the sky outside the window changed from gray-blue to light gold.