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

When Wenqing came out of her room in the morning, she was actually frying eggs in the kitchen.

She turned around when she heard footsteps, and before she could finish saying "Good morning, Xiao Qing," her gaze fell on Wen Qing's face, and she almost dropped the spatula.

"Little Qing! Your eyes..."

Zhenzhen turned the fire down, quickly walked over, cupped Wenqing's face in her hands, looked her up and down, her brows furrowed.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? Did my snoring disturb you? It's all my fault, all my fault. I didn't even know I snored in my sleep. Ah Jie told me before, but I didn't believe him. If you were disturbed, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight..."

"No, no, it's not because of you."

Wen Qing quickly waved her hand.

Zhenzhen's snoring was indeed quite loud, but her insomnia last night had nothing to do with the snoring.

"I'm just missing my brother and can't sleep."

She explained.

Upon hearing this explanation, Zhenzhen first breathed a sigh of relief, then her expression changed from guilty to mischievous.

She leaned against the kitchen door frame with her arms crossed, tilted her head to look at Wenqing, and said with a teasing gaze.

"You miss your brother so much you can't sleep? You're way too attached to your brother, like a little baby who can't live without him."

Little baby.

Wen Qing's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Last time, Su Yilan said that the way her brother saw her off to the car was like seeing his daughter off on a long journey. This time, Zhenzhen said that she was like a little baby who couldn't live without her brother.

She wondered, somewhat frustrated, what kind of image did she have in other people's eyes?

She's clearly starting to become independent, so in their eyes, is she really just a baby who can't live without her brother?

Zhenzhen was completely unaware of her frustration. She had already pressed her down on the sofa, taken out a bunch of bottles and jars from her makeup bag, picked out an eye cream, poured out a little and gently patted it around her eyes, applying it with light and even pressure, while muttering to herself.

"Your dark circles are so obvious, your brother will be heartbroken when he gets back. This is an eye cream that Ah Jie gave me last year. It's said to be especially effective at fading dark circles. I usually don't even use it, but you can have it today."

After applying the ointment, Zhenzhen took a half step back, cupped her face in her hands, and examined it for a long time.

Her gaze traveled from Wenqing's eyebrows to his eyes, from the bridge of his nose to his lips, and her eyes gradually became somewhat unfocused, as if she were being drawn to something and couldn't look away.

Several seconds passed before she exclaimed.

"Why do you look even more beautiful? Your skin is whiter than the last time I saw you, and your features seem more refined... I can't quite put my finger on it, but you just look good, the more I look at you, the more beautiful you become, and I don't want to look away."

Wen Qing knew that the alluring fragrance was still working, and she felt uncomfortable being stared at. She chuckled dryly and subtly moved her face away from the other woman's palm.

"Maybe it's because your complexion has improved recently."

"That's true! I heard from your brother that you've been feeling much better lately; your test results at the hospital have improved significantly. Is that true?"

"Yes, the doctor said the recovery is going well, and if it continues, the surgical conditions will get better and better."

"Very good!"

I was genuinely happy for her and patted her on the shoulder.

"It's true that people should go out more, make friends, and when you're in a good mood, your health will naturally improve. You don't know, every time your brother mentioned your illness before, although he always said 'it will get better,' his eyes were so worried. It made me feel sorry for him. Now that you're better, he can finally relax. What do you want for lunch? I'll make it for you!"

Wen Qing's eyes lit up, and she rattled off a list of dishes.

……

At noon, Zhenzhen went out to buy groceries with shopping bags in hand.

As he reached the door, he turned back to remind them, "Don't open the door for strangers. I have a key. Open the door yourself when you come back. You don't need to open it for me."

She smiled warmly and agreed.

After the door closed, the room became quiet again.

Wenqing picked up her sketchbook, leaned back on the sofa, and made a few strokes. She drew the blurry moon outside the window when she couldn't sleep last night.

As I was drawing, I don't know how much time had passed when there was a knock on the door.

Wen Qing put down her pen, subconsciously thinking that Zhenzhen had returned, and stood up from the sofa while calling out "Sister Zhenzhen".

But no one answered from outside the door, and she froze in place.

She suddenly remembered that Zhenzhen had specifically emphasized that she had brought her key before leaving home. If it were her coming back, she wouldn't need to knock, and she wouldn't remain silent after hearing her call "Sister Zhenzhen".

Therefore, the person outside the door is definitely not Sister Zhenzhen.

A thin layer of cold sweat silently seeped from Wenqing's back.

She tiptoed to the door, held her breath, and cautiously peered through the peephole.

A man stood outside the door, dressed in dark casual clothes. He was tall and stood upright with a blank expression on his face. His gaze was fixed on the peephole, as if he were looking back at her through the small glass lens.

His eyes were precisely locked onto the cat's eye; he knew she was watching him.

Wenqing felt a chill run down her spine and abruptly took half a step back.

Her phone rang at that moment.

She looked down at the screen and saw that it was a call from an unknown number.

She was silent for a moment, then her finger inexplicably swiped to answer the call.

The voice on the other end was that of an unfamiliar male.

His tone was polite, his voice steady, even gentle, but the words he spoke made her fingers holding the phone instantly turn cold.

"Miss Wen, please open the door. I mean no harm; I just want to invite you to the Lin family's residence."

……

Zhenzhen, carrying two full bags of vegetables, used her knee to push open the door, and called into the house while changing her shoes.

"Honey! I bought your favorite pork ribs. How about I make sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch today? Or would you like them steamed?"

She put the plastic bag on the floor in the entryway, changed into slippers, and walked inside, still muttering to herself.

"I'm telling you, the market was packed today. I waited in line for ages and almost missed out on the last rack of ribs. The butcher even tried to overcharge me..."

Halfway through her speech, she suddenly realized something was wrong; why was the room so quiet?

She looked up and found that there was no one in the room.

Zhenzhen's smile vanished instantly. She thought Wenqing was in her room, but when she went in, no one was there.

She went to the kitchen and the bathroom, but no one was there.

Now she really panicked.

Just then, she saw the note on the coffee table.

She picked up the note; it was written in warm, albeit somewhat hasty, handwriting.

"Zhenzhen, my friend came to visit, so I went out with her. I'll probably be back tonight. I'm sorry to have troubled you with all this preparation. I'll bring you a gift when I get back."