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

Inside Fu Anhe's apartment.

Fu Ziqing looked at the fever reducer and a glass of warm water that had been forcibly shoved into his hand, then turned his head expressionlessly to look at his cousin, who was sitting lazily on a single sofa with his legs crossed.

"Why don't you feed it yourself?" he asked, his tone laced with displeasure. "You brought the baby back, the medicine is from your house, so why am I the one feeding it?"

Fu Anhe leaned back on the sofa, his peach blossom eyes half-closed, his posture as relaxed as a cheetah that had just finished sunbathing.

He performed three surgeries at the hospital today, and after get off work he had to deal with his cousin who suddenly came to his house for a free meal. He also ran into Wen Fan, who was sick, while he went to buy something.

Now that he's finally able to sit down and rest for a while, he doesn't even want to move a finger.

"I've worked all day, I'm exhausted, and now I have to deal with this little brat after get off work. What's wrong with asking you to do something?"

Fu Ziqing was momentarily speechless, but quickly found a way to retaliate.

"Didn't you say you were going to bring this person back? I just mentioned 'Do you know this person?' at the pharmacy entrance, and you immediately helped him into the car. I told you to bring him, and you bring him? Since when have you been so obedient to me?"

Fu Anhe raised an eyebrow but did not reply.

"See? You agreed to it yourself," Fu Ziqing smugly snorted, handing him the water glass and pills. "So you feed him."

Just then, Wen Fan, who was unconscious on the sofa, suddenly uttered a very soft murmur, his voice hoarse and dry: "Water..."

Fu Anhe gestured with his chin toward Fu Ziqing: "Aren't you going to give him some water? Look how high he's burning up."

Fu Ziqing glanced down at Wen Fan on the sofa.

The young man's face was flushed red, but his lips were pale and dry, with several fine cracks clearly visible on them. His sideburns were soaked with sweat and stuck to his temples. He looked like a plant that had been exposed to the scorching sun, slumped listlessly in the corner of the sofa.

Seeing how pitiful the person was, he couldn't keep making excuses. So he stopped arguing with his cousin, squatted down, brought the water glass to Wen Fan's lips, and carefully tilted the glass.

In a daze, Wen Fan instinctively swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, which dripped down the corners of his mouth, wetting his collar and leaving a small, dark stain.

After feeding the baby water, Fu Ziqing picked up the pills and prepared to continue the mission.

He broke the pill in half and tried to put it in Wen Fan's mouth, but Wen Fan clenched his teeth tightly, and the pill was pushed out by his tongue as soon as it went in. He tried several times without success.

The white powder from the fever reducer clung to his lips and chin, making him look even more disheveled.

Fu Ziqing was at her wit's end and had no choice but to turn to him for help: "Brother, he won't open his mouth, I can't feed him. I've already spilled half a cup of water, and the pills have dissolved... Can you come and help me?"

Fu Anhe glanced at his clumsy appearance and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "How can you be so clumsy?"

"If you're so capable, then you try it." Fu Ziqing handed the pills to him.

Fu Anhe looked down at the half-melted medicine, then at Wen Fan, who was unconscious from the fever on the sofa, and said nothing.

Go for it, Dr. Fu! The opportunity to personally feed you medicine is practically handed to you!

[Fu An, stop mocking your cousin! Why don't you do it yourself and feed him?]

Why give such a good opportunity to be alone to your cousin? Fu An, where is your scheming and your cunning? You let us down at the crucial moment.

[I'm so anxious! Fu Ziqing, that little brat, has stolen all the good moments for the Fu-Wen faction!]

But just then, the doorbell rang.

The ringing was urgent and short, one after another, as if the person ringing the bell couldn't wait any longer.

Fu Ziqing turned to look at the doorway in confusion: "It's so late, who would come here?"

Fu Anhe did not answer, but got up from the sofa and walked to the door.

He opened the door and saw a girl standing outside, soaking wet, her wet black hair plastered to her pale cheeks, rain dripping down her hair.

She was wearing a thin jacket, and the clothes underneath were soaked and clung to her body. She looked like a kitten that had just been pulled out of the water, completely disheveled.

Her dark almond-shaped eyes, set in her small, palm-sized face, appeared even larger and darker in the cold light of the rain, and were staring straight at him.

How did you find my house?

Fu Anhe raised an eyebrow and asked.

Wenqing did not answer this question.

She raised her hand to wipe the rain from her face, her voice slightly hoarse: "Is my brother with you?"

Fu Anhe looked down at the girl in front of him, who was soaked by the rain, and a hint of surprise flashed in his peach blossom eyes.

Last time, in the mall corridor, she stood next to Wen Fan wearing a gray-blue dress, as obedient and quiet as an orchid carefully nurtured in a flowerpot.

Now she suddenly appeared at his doorstep, soaking wet, like a weed battered by a downpour, exuding an air of defiance and resentment, as if she had exerted a great deal of effort to get here.

The viewers in the live chat were also surprised to see Wen Qing appear.

[My sister? Why is she here? ? ]

[Maybe Wen Fan hasn't been home, so she came looking for him. That's normal; my sister was worried about him anyway.]

[No, how did she know Wen Fan was at Fu Anhe's house? Did she follow her?]

[And she came here soaked in the heavy rain outside?]

I feel like my sister came at the wrong time.

"Look, your brother is right there."

Fu Anhe turned slightly to the side and raised his chin towards the room.

Without Fu Anhe's cover, Wen Qing could see the scene in the living room at a glance.

Wen Fan was lying on the sofa, and a strange young man was squatting beside the sofa, holding a water glass and pills, looking curiously towards the door.

At this moment, Wen Fan's face was flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyebrows were furrowed, as if she was in great pain.

His coat had been taken off by someone, and he was covered with a camel-colored blanket.