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

The sound rang out again, this time clearer.

Wen Qing's heart tightened because the voice sounded quite familiar. Without thinking twice, she reached out and pushed open the door.

The door opened silently, and the dim light immediately enveloped her.

This is a large suite with the curtains drawn tightly. Only a floor lamp in the corner is lit, emitting a hazy, warm yellow glow.

The lampshade seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, filtering the light into a dim and dim state, barely illuminating the outline of the room.

She walked carefully inside, making no sound under her feet, while the suppressed groans grew clearer, coming intermittently from the sofa near the curtains.

Wen Qing glanced at the sofa and could vaguely see a person on it.

She swallowed hard and continued walking cautiously, but as she rounded the sofa, her toe suddenly kicked something soft.

She instinctively looked down and discovered it was a leg.

A man's leg, dressed in dark trousers, was curled up at an extremely unnatural angle on the carpet.

Her gaze followed the leg inch by inch upwards, past the blood-soaked shirt, and finally landed on the man's bloodied forehead.

The person was lying face down on the ground, with a small patch of dark red blood seeping out beneath them. The blood trailed along the floorboards to a spot not far from her feet.

Seeing this, Wen Qing's pupils contracted sharply, her heart leaped into her throat, and she instinctively wanted to scream.

But she covered her mouth tightly, forcing back her scream. Only a very faint whimper escaped through her fingers, as soft as a cat's meow.

Just then, a thick, sticky black shadow suddenly loomed down from behind, completely enveloping her.

At the same time, a burning hot hand reached out from behind, its five fingers spread and gripping her neck.

The force wasn't great, but the hand was incredibly hot, like a branding iron just pulled from a furnace. The fingertips pressed against her delicate skin, the heat spreading through her veins to every part of her body.

Then a hoarse voice rang in her ear: "Who are you?"

Wenqing froze instantly, like a rabbit caught in a pinch.

Just as she was about to explain, she suddenly smelled a familiar scent—a clean, soapy fragrance mixed with a hint of mint and sweat. It was the scent she smelled every morning at the kitchen door, the only scent that brought her peace of mind amidst countless nightmares.

She turned her head sharply, and in the dim light she saw a face completely shrouded in shadow, its outline blurred, but she recognized it at a glance.

"elder brother?"

Wen Fan looked down at the girl's face and her almond-shaped eyes, which were slightly red with fear. The thick, almost out-of-control darkness in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by shock and disbelief.

His voice was hoarse and confused, as if he had just woken from a nightmare: "Qingqing? What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you..."

Wenqing felt his fingers loosen slightly from her neck, but his hand was still frighteningly hot. She raised her hand and covered the back of his hand, her fingertips trembling slightly from the heat.

"I found out you went to the basement with the butler, so I went to look for you, but you weren't there. So I came all the way here. Brother, what's wrong? You're burning up..."

"Looking for me?"

Wen Fan looked down at the girl's worried eyes, watched her lips move, and heard her say in that urgent yet soft voice, "I've come to find you."

She came looking for him...

In this unfamiliar villa, amidst so many guests and rooms, she made her way up to the third floor alone, pushed open this door, all to find him.

For some reason, a certain urge that he had previously suppressed with his willpower surged up again, stronger and more intense than before, almost burning all his remaining rationality to ashes.

But then footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, one after another, becoming clearer and clearer, as if they were walking this way.

Wen Fan suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly changing to cold and alert.

He quickly looked around, his gaze sweeping over the sofa, bed, and wardrobe, finally settling on a large storage cabinet against the wall.

He then grabbed Wenqing's wrist, pulled her quickly to the cabinet, opened the door and pushed her inside, then followed her in and closed the door behind him.

The closet was spacious, seemingly designed for storing bedding and spare linens, but the two of them still had to stand very close together inside.

Wen Fan leaned against the cabinet wall, blocking Wen Qing from the inside, her entire body completely obscured by his tall figure.

As the cabinet door closed, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

Judging from the footsteps, it seemed like someone had come in.

He walked in step by step, seemingly approaching the cabinet.

At that moment, the comments section suddenly reappeared.

[Holy crap, what's going on? A corpse??? There's someone in the room covered in blood???]

[Wait, wait, wait! I thought it would be a fan service scene—Wen Fan gets drugged and then something happens between her and the seme, but instead it starts with a murder scene???]

What kind of bizarre development is this? Where's the promised romance? Where's the promised progress? We've waited so long only to see nothing!

[No way, this plot is so bizarre! The perspective suddenly shifts to Gu Qin, and he didn't even do anything before he stumbled upon a murder scene.]

[I finally got an update, but the romance hasn't progressed at all, and the plot is a complete mess. What am I even watching?]

[I'm outta here, I'm not watching this lousy show anymore, it's a waste of time.]

The cabinet door was tightly closed, with only a small gap, so Wenqing could barely see what was happening outside.

But the comments clearly told her who had entered.

Gu Qin frowned and glanced around the room.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, and only a dim floor lamp was lit, the light so dim it looked as if it were covered with a layer of dust.

The air was filled with the smell of rust. He followed the scent of blood to the side of the sofa and found a person lying face down on the floor with a gash on their forehead. Blood was flowing from the wound, winding a dark red line along the grain of the floor.

His brow furrowed immediately, and he squatted down to check the man's breathing. Fortunately, he was still breathing and seemed to be unconscious. The head injury looked frightening, with blood flowing all over the ground, but it hadn't actually hit any vital organs.

Judging from the wound, this person didn't hit their head on their own; they were hit by someone else.

So there was someone else in this room before...

The comments section continued to complain about the chaotic plot and stagnant romance.

Looking at the comments, Wen Qing suddenly remembered the system's previous explanation.

She guessed that the purpose of the world consciousness interfering with the bullet comments might be to leave more bullet comments that liked to watch male-male romance.

But now it seems that this strategy has not achieved the desired results...

Just as she was about to continue thinking, her train of thought was abruptly cut off by a strange sensation coming from the back of her neck.

The closet was indeed spacious, but with two people squeezed together, there was no room left to stretch out their arms and legs.

She was too close to Wen Fan, so close that she could feel the tension in every muscle of his body, so close that every breath she took carried his scent, a mixture of soap and mint.

At that moment, Wen Fan was looking down, his lips extremely close to the exposed skin on the back of the girl's neck. His heavy, hot breath sprayed onto her fair skin, where small bumps could be seen.

From his perspective, that skin shimmered with a lustrous sheen in the dim light, like fine mutton fat jade soaked in warm water.

It was delicate, smooth, and fragile, and it exuded that faint, lingering fragrance that kept lingering at the tip of his nose, like a soft and charming little brush, challenging his extremely tense rationality again and again.

His breathing became increasingly heavy.

But the remaining rationality was frantically pounding alarm bells in his mind—no, he couldn't!

The person in front of him was Qingqing, someone he had grown up with since childhood, and someone he had sworn to protect with his life.

How could he have such thoughts about her? He wouldn't do something so despicable.

But the desire fueled by the drugs spread wildly through his heart like wildfire, burning through every vein in his body and reducing his reason to ashes inch by inch.

He felt as if he had been torn into two people.

One is himself, who clearly knows who the person in front of him is and that this is not someone he can touch; the other is his body controlled by drugs, where the desire surges outward from the depths like a burning fire, unstoppable and unsuppressible.

Two personalities confront each other in the darkness, one shouting "No!" and the other shouting "Want!"

Outside, Gu Qin suddenly heard a faint sound, but after looking around, he found nothing.

He looked away, his brow furrowing; he must have misheard.

Regardless, he couldn't stay in this room any longer. Someone had lured him here, and there was a man lying on the ground with his head split open. This was clearly a setup to frame him.

He has no interest in being someone else's scapegoat.

Thinking it over, he strode out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Meanwhile, inside the cabinet, Wen Qing was tightly covering her mouth, her eyes becoming moist.

Because the back of her neck was currently being held in Wen Fan's mouth, his lips were hot and soft, and his teeth gently held that small patch of delicate skin, sucking and turning it repeatedly, as if he were tasting some precious dessert.

Little by little, slowly and attentively, as if trying to etch this flavor into the space between the lips and teeth.

She froze as if struck by lightning, her mind going completely blank.

When she was bitten on the back of the neck in the dark, her first reaction was disbelief, followed by shame, anger, and panic. But now, those emotions had transformed into something else that was even more disorienting.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes glistened with moisture, and her cheeks burned with shame, shock, and something she was unwilling to admit.

How could this happen?

Why did this happen?

At that moment, Wen Fan accidentally bumped his teeth and bit down slightly.

The slight sting was like a needle, piercing her last line of defense. She finally couldn't hold back anymore, and tears silently slid down between her fingers. Her voice was filled with suppressed sobs and a soft, sweet tone that she herself didn't even realize.

"don't want……"

Upon hearing her voice, Wen Fan abruptly stopped.

Then he slowly opened his mouth.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his voice hoarse and suppressed, each word seeming to be squeezed out bit by bit from his throat, carrying self-loathing and guilt towards Wenqing.

"Qingqing... I'm sorry... I was a beast..."

Feeling the burning heat of the body beside her, Wen Qing removed her hand from her mouth. Remembering Wen Fan's unusual behavior earlier, she asked in a trembling voice.

"...Were you drugged?"

"Um... I accidentally... fell for it..."

Wen Fan closed his eyes, his forehead pressed against the cabinet wall, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

His hand slowly moved away, and with his last bit of reason, he forced himself to withdraw his fingers, his nails digging deep red marks into his palm.

"What should we do?" Wenqing asked softly, her voice still trembling with the sobs she had just uttered from fright.

"I'll just bear with it..."

Wen Fan said.

His voice was so hoarse that the words were almost inaudible, but there was an almost stubborn restraint in his tone.