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

Wen Qing stared blankly at the person pressing down on her.

His face was so close to hers that she could see every single eyelash beneath his furrowed brows, and a tiny scratch next to the old scar on his forehead, with beads of blood still seeping from it.

His lips were moving, opening and closing rapidly, his brows furrowed into an arc she had never seen before, and his eyes, which usually held arrogance and cynicism, were now filled with an anxiety she couldn't decipher.

She couldn't hear what he was saying.

It felt like my ears were stuffed with two wads of cotton, and all sounds were filtered into a muffled buzzing.

She simply looked at his expression, a rather untimely question rising in her mind—why was he so nervous? The two of them had quite a history of conflict.

He kidnapped her, she wrote words on his face, and he even blocked her after he lost his memory. Every time they met, they would either fight or argue with each other.

Why is he looking at her like that now, as if she's someone he cares about a lot?

However, since he saved her, she should still thank him...

At this moment, Su Yilan's face squeezed in from behind Gu Qin's shoulder, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice urgent and crisp, with a trembling tone as if she was about to cry.

"Wenqing! Wenwen! Are you alright? Say something!"

Seeing that she didn't speak and just stared blankly at her, Su Yilan was immediately worried.

"Wenwen! Did you bump into something? Are you dizzy? Can you see me clearly? What number is this—tell me what number is this!"

She held up three fingers and waved them in front of Wenqing.

Wen Qing blinked, her pupils gradually regaining focus.

She met Su Yilan's worried gaze, smiled slightly, and said in a hoarse voice.

"This is San... Su Su, I'm fine, I was just a little dazed and didn't quite come to my senses."

Seeing that her expression had returned to normal, Su Yilan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The warm senses are gradually returned to their rightful place.

First, I heard the noisy chatter of people around me, then I felt the roughness of the asphalt road against my back, and then...

She suddenly realized that she was still lying in Gu Qin's arms—he had one hand supporting her head from behind, and the other hand was on her waist, his whole body encircling her like a wall.

The two remained in that position.

Her nostrils were filled with Gu Qin's scent, and she couldn't help but flinch.

Fortunately, this time Gu Qin didn't hold her tightly like before, but immediately let go.

She slowly sat up, supporting herself on the ground. Just as she was about to stand up, a sharp pain shot through her calf.

She looked down and saw a scrape on the outside of her right calf, probably from when she was tackled to the ground.

The wound wasn't large, but a large patch of skin had been scraped off by the rough road surface, and countless tiny blood droplets were seeping out, making it look quite frightening and bloody.

Gu Qin also noticed the bloody abrasion on her calf, his brows furrowed even more, and his tone carried a hint of unaccustomed, stiff concern.

"Are you able to walk? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Su Yilan followed her gaze and gasped.

"Oh my god, warm your legs! Don't move, don't move, I'll call my driver over right away..."

"No need, I can walk by myself."

Wen Qing pushed away Gu Qin's outstretched hand and took a few steps forward defiantly.

But after taking only a few steps, his injured leg buckled, and his body swayed to the side.

Upon seeing this, Gu Qin suddenly clicked his tongue, quickly reached out to support her, and said irritably.

"You said you could walk, but now your leg is like a noodle. Don't push yourself if you don't want your injury to worsen."

Seeing his fierce tone and expression, Wen Qing couldn't help but purse her lips.

Although she knew he was right, she just didn't want to respond to him.

But then he suddenly bent down, put one arm around her back, and put the other arm under her knees, and lifted her up in his arms without saying a word.

Wen Qing's body suddenly lifted into the air, and she instinctively grabbed his collar to prevent herself from falling backward. After realizing what had happened, she felt both ashamed and annoyed, and raised her hand to slap his arm.

"Gu Qin, put me down! I don't need you to carry me, I can walk by myself!"

"Why are you walking? Your legs are already like this, why are you still walking?"

Gu Qin glanced down at her, and the mockery in his eyes was exactly the same as the Gu Qin she knew.

"I don't want to see someone take a few steps, then fall flat on their face and end up on the news. Do you think you're made of iron?"

Wen Qing was so angry at his "helping but still being sarcastic" attitude that she couldn't speak. She reached out and grabbed his ear.

Gu Qin hissed, his eyebrows furrowing: "You—"

She immediately let go, pulling her hands back into her bosom, her expression innocent as if nothing had happened.

With onlookers watching, Gu Qin couldn't afford to lash out, so he could only swallow his anger and turn to Su Yilan in a businesslike tone.

Where is your car parked?

Su Yilan pointed in a direction, looking bewildered.

The police arrived at the scene quickly.

Fortunately, the crowd managed to evacuate in time, and apart from a few minor injuries such as scrapes and sprains, there were no major casualties.

The front of the silver-gray sedan crashed into a fire hydrant, the hood was completely lifted up, water was still gushing out, and a large area of ​​water had accumulated on the road.

When the police dragged the driver out of the driver's seat, his legs were still trembling and his face was flushed.

He yelled at the police at the top of his lungs, his voice shrill and trembling, and incoherent.

"Officer! I don't know how this car suddenly went out of control! I really don't know! Please don't arrest me! I didn't mean to..."

Wen Qing leaned against Gu Qin's chest, and upon hearing those words through the crowd, a certain string in her mind was gently tugged.