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

Looking at the girl sleeping on the sofa, Lin Zhiyan stood beside her, his gaze deep.

The room was quiet, the curtains were still drawn, and only the antique desk lamp on the desk emitted a warm yellow light.

The light fell on the girl's profile, and her thick, long eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

She was sleeping soundly, her breathing long and even, her chest rising and falling gently with the rhythm of her breath, her fingers slightly curled, like a sleeping cat.

Lin Zhiyan stared at her for a long time, so long that his own breathing unconsciously slowed down.

Then he bent down and leaned close to her neck, his nose almost touching the skin of her neck.

That sweet scent, like an invisible net, seeped out from deep within her skin, entered his nostrils, and spread along his blood vessels to every part of his body.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly behind his glasses, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

How can it smell so good... like the first rays of morning sunlight shining on dewy flower petals, like wild mint dampened by the mist along a mountain stream...

"No wonder he was so obsessed before."

He murmured to himself.

Lin Zhiyan straightened up and re-examined the sleeping face on the sofa.

Objectively speaking, her facial features have not changed and are no different from before.

But in his eyes, she had changed.

Her entire face seemed to be enveloped in a soft, almost imperceptible light, like a meticulously framed painting, every detail silently bewitching the viewer.

She makes you want to hold her in your arms and cherish her, and you can't even muster the slightest thought of hurting her.

As Lin Zhiyan felt the uncontrollable surge of tenderness in her heart, a chill suddenly ran down her spine.

This feeling is too strange—he's not that kind of person.

He is used to weighing the pros and cons, calculating gains and losses, and keeping everyone at a safe distance.

Emotions are a low-quality asset; the investment is large, the return is low, and the risks are uncontrollable.

He has adhered to this principle for over twenty years without exception.

But now, standing here, looking at the girl's sleeping face, a strange feeling of tenderness and possessiveness grew wildly in his heart, completely beyond his control.

What made him become like this?

Could she be some kind of demon or monster in disguise, specially sent to disrupt his reason?

Before he could figure it out, a sudden throbbing sensation shot through his temple.

A familiar restlessness stirred deep within him—it was him, he was about to wake up!

He was awakened from his slumber by the scent and was desperately trying to break free and regain control of his body.

Lin Zhiyan's face contorted for a moment, his eyes shifting from gentle to cold and back to gentle again in a very short time, like a piece of cloth being pulled by two forces from two different directions at the same time.

Then a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips. He lowered his head as if talking to thin air, his tone full of sarcasm.

"What, you want to come just because you smell it? You think I'd give you a chance to take over my body?"

His gaze shifted several times, two different lights clashing fiercely deep within his pupils, but this time he prevailed.

He scoffed, "What an overestimation of their abilities!"

He was taking his medication on time and was full of energy, while the other person was in a weak state at that moment.

Soon, the restlessness subsided like the receding tide, slowly being pushed back into the dark corner of the depths of consciousness.

Lin Zhiyan took a soft breath, raised her hand to straighten her collar, and her fingertips accidentally touched the inside of her left wrist.

The shirt cuffs had rolled up slightly, revealing a small section of skin with a faint, almost invisible old scar.

His movements paused for a moment.

That was something from many years ago, so old that the scars have faded and turned white, but every time he touches that spot, he still unconsciously falls silent for a moment.

He lowered his hand, letting his sleeve cover the scar again, and the look in his eyes had completely returned to its usual gentle and composed state.

Then he picked up his phone and dialed a number: "He Jiu, bring Mr. An over here."

……

When Wen Qing woke up, she felt as if someone had reached into her head and stirred it a few times; she was dizzy.

She blinked several times to refocus her vision, and the first thing she saw was Lin Zhiyan's face.

He was sitting comfortably on the single sofa next to her, a book in his hand. Seeing her open her eyes, he gave her a gentle smile: "Awake?"

"...How did I fall asleep?"

Wenqing struggled to sit up, her voice still hoarse from just waking up.

Her memory ended after she drank that glass of water—he asked some trivial questions, and then she felt increasingly sleepy.

"You probably didn't sleep well last night; I can see your dark circles are quite noticeable."

Lin Zhiyan closed the book, her tone tinged with slight concern.

"You fell asleep while we were talking, so I didn't wake you up. I wanted you to rest a little longer."

Wen Qing lowered her eyelashes and couldn't help but check her clothes.

The clothes were on him perfectly, not a single button was missing, and he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Apart from the initial grogginess upon waking, everything seemed perfectly normal, as if she had simply taken a nap in an inappropriate place.

Seeing her checking her clothes, Lin Zhiyan's smile deepened.

"Don't you trust me that much? Don't worry, I didn't do anything to you."

Wen Qing glanced at him but didn't reply, though she still felt something was off.

But her body was indeed perfectly healthy, from head to toe, not even a single hair was missing.

So did she really just take a nap?

Lin Zhiyan seemed to notice her confusion, but did not explain. He simply raised his hand to look at his watch and casually reminded her.

"By the way, it's already five o'clock. You seem tired too. Let's talk about those things another day... Do you want to go home? If not, I can have the kitchen prepare dinner..."

"I want to go home."

Wen Qing said without hesitation.

Lin Zhiyan smiled slightly, did not try to stop her, and sent a message on her phone: "Then I'll have He Jiu take you home."

His easygoing nature made Wen Qing even more nervous.

He sneakily brought her over, asked her some very ordinary questions but did nothing else to her, and then easily let her go.

All her tension and anxiety along the way seemed to have been wasted, but this only made her more uneasy.

Is he plotting something else? Or is there something fishy about that glass of water that she hasn't discovered yet?

Wenqing couldn't figure it out for a moment.

She followed He Jiu out of the villa, her mind still racing with thoughts about the matter.

Lost in thought, she accidentally bumped into someone.

The other person was wearing a black short jacket, was tall, and was striding in, almost bumping into her.

She instinctively took a step back, looked up, and saw a pair of eyes that remained sharp and cold even in the shadow of the hat brim.

Ah, it's Gu Qin.

What a coincidence...

Gu Qin also saw her, his steps suddenly stopped, then he narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on her face, his tone carrying a rather impolite questioning tone.

What are you doing here?

Looking at his matter-of-fact questioning attitude, Wen Qing couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

She passed the buck directly to He Jiu beside her, gesturing to him with her chin: "Ask him."

He Jiu met Gu Qin's gaze expressionlessly and said, "Young Master asked me to bring Miss Wen here."

Gu Qin frowned: "Cousin? Why did he ask you to bring her here?"

"I don't know, I was just following the young master's orders."

Gu Qin's gaze returned to Wen Qing, his scrutiny undisguised.

Wenqing felt uncomfortable under his gaze, so she looked away and refused to make any eye contact with him.

Gu Qin frowned, about to say something, when suddenly his nostrils twitched slightly.

A faint fragrance gradually drifted into the air, sweet, clean, and with a certain inexplicable allure.

He took another sniff and discovered that the source of the scent was right in front of him—it was wafting from Wen Qing.

His pupils dilated slightly for a moment, as if struck by an invisible electric current.

He stared at her face, his gaze fixed on her as if drawn by a magnet, unable to look away.

The scent was like a hand, gently stabilizing his restless nerves, or like pouring a whole bottle of strong liquor into his bloodstream, making him feel intoxicated.

Wen Qing caught a glimpse of his changing expression out of the corner of her eye and inwardly cried out in alarm—the prop hadn't worn off yet, but this person had clearly fallen for it.

She took a step closer to He Jiu and said, "Let's go, it's getting late."

He Jiu also noticed that Gu Qin was not in a good mood, frowned, and took a step forward to stand between the two of them.

"Young Master Gu, I'll take Miss Wen home first."

Gu Qin remained silent, his gaze fixed on Wen Qing. The emotions in his eyes were undisguised, naked, direct, and burning, as if he wanted to devour her.

He Jiu stopped waiting for his response and slightly turned to gesture for Wen Qing to walk towards the car.

As the two passed by him, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed Wenqing's wrist.

The force was astonishing; his five fingers gripped her slender wrist like iron hoops.

Wen Qing felt her hair stand on end and instinctively struggled desperately, but Gu Qin's hand remained unmoved.

Enraged, she kicked him hard in the shin, then stomped on his instep, twisting her shoe hard against his shoe surface.

Instead of letting go in pain, he looked down at her kicking motion, a genuine, somewhat childlike smile appearing on his lips.

It was as if she hadn't kicked his leg, but rather sprinkled a handful of sugar on his heart.

He Jiu's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and he reached out to grasp Gu Qin's wrist, his voice turning cold.

"Young Master Gu, please let go. This is the person you ordered to be sent back. If you don't let go, I won't be able to explain it to you."

Gu Qin seemed not to have heard what he said at all, and didn't even look at him.

His eyes were filled with tenderness for her face, and the hand gripping her wrist tightened even more as he uttered only one sentence: "Don't go."

Just as He Jiu was about to use more force to pry his hands open, Gu Qin's cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

After ringing several times, Gu Qin seemed to be woken from a dream and slightly came back to his senses, taking out his phone with his other hand.

It was Lin Zhiyan calling.

He paused for a moment, then swiped to answer the call. Lin Zhiyan's cold yet clear voice came through the receiver, not too loud, just enough for everyone present to hear.

"Ah Qin, come up here, don't linger down there."

Gu Qin was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked up.

On the third-floor balcony, Lin Zhiyan stood there, one hand in her pocket, looking down at them from afar.

His expression was obscured by the backlight, but even from three floors away, his gaze still carried a heavy pressure.

Taking advantage of Gu Qin's momentary distraction, Wen Qing suddenly raised her foot and stomped down hard on the tip of his shoe with all her might.

Gu Qin groaned in pain, and the grip on her hand loosened involuntarily. She took the opportunity to pull her wrist out of his palm and quickly hid behind He Jiu.

He Jiu immediately protected her and walked towards the car, opened the car door and put her in the back seat, then went around to the driver's seat and started the engine.

As the car drove out of the villa gate, Wen Qing saw in the rearview mirror that Gu Qin was still standing there, one hand still holding her wrist in mid-air, and the other hand holding a phone to his ear.

His gaze followed the direction they left in, and his lips moved a few times as if he were saying something.

Then he put down his phone, raised the hand that had been holding hers, lowered his head and smelled his palm, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

Looking at the person standing still, smelling their own palm in the rearview mirror, Wen Qing felt that he was seriously ill.

She looked down to examine her wrist, where several clear red marks stood out starkly against her pale skin.

She rubbed the reddened area, cursing under her breath as she asked the system.

"When does this 'charming body fragrance' trial card expire? How much longer?"

"Twenty-eight minutes left," the system replied.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Twenty-eight minutes... As long as she can get through these twenty-eight minutes, she won't have to walk on the street in fear and anxiety like a cat being sniffed around.

She rubbed her temples, and then, remembering Gu Qin's smile just now, she couldn't help but curse him inwardly as crazy.

"Miss Wen."

He Jiu, who had been silent in the driver's seat, suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"What happened just now..."

He paused, his tone still businesslike and indifferent, but his wording carried a hint of subtle apology.

"I apologize on behalf of Young Master Gu. He's not usually like this; today he might be... not feeling well."

Wen Qing glanced at him but didn't say anything.

She knew that Gu Qin wasn't "not in good condition," but rather it was the effect of the props.

But she couldn't explain, so she could only give a perfunctory reply of "It's nothing."

He Jiu glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back in the end.

The carriage returned to silence, with only the sound of the wind whistling outside the window.