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

The water, like a giant, cold hand, closed in from all directions, clenching her whole body in its palm.

Wenqing's mouth and nose were sealed by water, her eardrums were filled with the gurgling sound of water, and the air in her chest was squeezed into tiny bubbles that escaped from the corners of her mouth.

She couldn't swim, and her limbs thrashed about in the water, but the more she struggled, the more her body sank. Her skirt, like a heavy flower, wrapped around her legs, pulling her to the bottom of the pool.

Through the shimmering water, she could see the blurry lights on the shore and Su Yilan's terrified face, but they were getting farther and farther away.

She felt like she was drowning, and the feeling of suffocation was getting worse.

No, this can't go on!

Wen Qing suddenly remembered that there was a system. Just as she was about to ask the system for help, a dark figure suddenly leaped into the water from the edge of the pool, splashing water everywhere. The figure swam towards her like an arrow.

The next second, a pair of strong arms passed under her armpits and tightly gripped her, pulling her violently out of the water.

The moment she breathed in the air again, Wenqing coughed violently, water gushing from her mouth and nose, her eyes stinging from the water and light.

The man didn't let go of her; one arm was firmly wrapped around her waist, while the other hand paddled through the water, quickly leading her to the edge of the pool and lifting her onto it.

She lay on her side on the cold, wet tiles by the pool, her consciousness oscillating between lucidity and confusion. She could only vaguely sense someone kneeling beside her, pressing her chest firmly with their hands clasped together, again and again, with a steady and rhythmic force.

She heard Su Yilan's voice, choked with sobs, as if calling her name or cursing someone. The words seemed to travel through a thick layer of water, and she tried to hear them clearly but couldn't make out a single word.

She wanted to open her eyes to see who had saved her, but her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

Just as she was trying her best to open her eyelids, two warm and soft things suddenly pressed against her lips and then breathed into her mouth.

She was still a little dazed, even though she was not fully conscious—what was she doing?

But as that breath entered his chest, the suffocating feeling in his throat dissipated considerably, his breathing became much smoother, and the darkened edges of his vision began to gradually brighten.

She gradually realized that this was artificial respiration.

With each sip he gave her, her consciousness became clearer. His movements were precise and rhythmic. His lips were slightly warm when they touched hers, and quick and decisive when they left, without any lingering or ambiguity, as if he simply wanted to save her.

By the fifth breath, she had finally mustered enough strength, her eyelids twitched a few times, and she slowly opened them.

The first thing that catches the eye is the dripping black hair, followed by sharp, deep eyebrows and eyes, wet eyelashes, water droplets hanging on the high, straight nose, and then slightly parted thin lips—leaning down towards her, preparing to give her her sixth breath.

Gu Qin's movements suddenly stopped the moment she opened her eyes.

His face was less than ten centimeters away from hers. A fleeting look of surprise and embarrassment, as well as a sense of relief that he couldn't hide, flashed quickly in his deep black eyes.

Seeing that she was awake, he quickly straightened up, pulled his arms back from supporting her on both sides, turned his head and wiped the water off his face with the wet sleeve of his suit, the tips of his ears showing a faint red under the wet wisps of hair.

"Wenwen! You're awake! You're finally awake!"

Seeing that Wen Qing had opened her eyes, Su Yilan immediately pounced on her and lay on top of her, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, her voice shrill and broken, crying so hard she could barely breathe.

"I thought you...you'd never wake up again...I was so scared, so scared...your face was so pale...you wouldn't open your eyes no matter how I called you...waaaaah, I was so scared..."

The tender gaze slowly shifted from Gu Qin's face, looking at Su Yilan's tear-streaked face, and weakly tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Susu...don't cry...I'm fine..."

Su Yilan wiped away her tears and saw that although her face was pale, it no longer had the suffocating deathly gray look from before. Although her voice was weak, she could at least speak in complete sentences.

After confirming that Wen Qing was alright, her expression suddenly changed. Tears still clung to her face, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes like a knife.

She stood up, turned around and strode over to Su Yi'an, who had been standing there stunned since Wen Qing fell into the pool, and raised her hand to slap him hard across the face.

The slap was crisp and loud, exploding in the empty poolside.

Su Yi'an's face was slapped to one side, and a bright red handprint quickly appeared on her fair cheek.

But he just kept his head down, staring blankly at the ground and at the small puddle of water on the poolside tiles that Wen Qing had brought out, without any intention of making an explanation.

"Come with me!"

Su Yilan grabbed his wrist and dragged him in front of Wen Qing, her actions so rough that she was completely unlike the sister who usually joked and laughed in front of her younger brother.

She let go of his hand, and Su Yi'an staggered a step to stand in front of Wen Qing, still with his head down. His soft, flaxen curly hair was a little messy from the wind, obscuring his expression.

"Su Yi'an, why did you push her just now?" Su Yilan's voice trembled with anger. "Do you know she's not in good health? This pool water could drown you a hundred times over, believe it or not! What did she do to you that you had to push her? What's wrong with you today!"

Su Yi'an remained silent, only slowly raising her head.

His eyes were empty, as if he had just woken up from a dream, unaware of where he was or what he had done.

He looked at Wenqing lying on the ground, soaked to the bone, at her pale face and the wet black hair clinging to her cheeks. His lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

Su Yilan was so angry that she was about to raise her hand again, but Wen Qing managed to reach out and grab her skirt: "Su Su... don't hit me..."

She tried to sit up by supporting herself on her arms, but her arms were as limp as noodles and she couldn't muster any strength.

Gu Qin subconsciously reached out to support her, holding her shoulders and helping her lift her upper body.

Just as his fingers touched the soaked fabric, a hand suddenly reached out from the side, grasped Wenqing's wrist, and steadily transferred her from Gu Qin's palm to his own.

Then a familiar, somewhat cold voice rang out above her head.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu, but I'd like to help my sister up."

Gu Qin looked at his empty hands, his fingers curled slightly in the air before he withdrew them.

He looked up at Wen Fan, who had suddenly appeared, and Wen Fan looked back at him.

The two men's eyes briefly met above Wen Qing's head. Neither of them spoke, but there was a subtle sense of confrontation in that silence.

Wen Fan's hand had moved from Wen Qing's shoulder to her back, and he steadily lifted her into his arms.

He stopped looking at Gu Qin, lowered his head, his brow furrowed, and his gaze fell on Wen Qing's wet hair and clothes. His voice was a little harsh, but she could hear the worry surging beneath the low tone.

"What just happened? Why are you all wet?"

"And your face, why is it so pale?"