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

I was momentarily at a loss for words to respond to Wenqing's sentiments.

She leaned against Wen Fan's chest, soaked to the bone, her skirt still dripping water, her pale face devoid of color, her body trembling slightly from the cold and fright.

Wen Fan looked at her face, then his gaze swept over her soaked clothes and dripping hair, and the temperature in his eyes gradually dropped.

He didn't press further, but simply stated, "So you fell into the pool."

Wen Qing knew she couldn't hide it from him, so she could only nod, her voice weak but trying to sound relaxed: "Yes... I accidentally fell in. The poolside was too slippery, and I wasn't paying attention to my footing."

Upon hearing this, Su Yilan turned around abruptly to look at her, her face full of confusion.

Su Yi'an, who had been standing still like a log, also raised his head in a daze. A slight ripple finally appeared in his empty amber eyes as he looked at her in disbelief.

Su Yilan took a step forward hastily, about to say something, when Wen Qing subtly winked at her and shook her head almost imperceptibly. Su Yilan swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Wen Fan's gaze slowly swept across the group, lingering for a moment on the still-bright red handprint on Su Yi'an's face.

He lowered his eyelashes and didn't ask any more questions. He simply took off his coat and bent down to drape it over Wenqing.

His coat still carried the warmth of his body, wrapping around her soaked shoulders and keeping the chill out.

Su Yilan snapped out of her daze and quickly took out her phone to contact the Gu family, asking them to call a doctor immediately.

In the rest room, after the family doctor finished examining Wen Qing, he straightened up and said, "Fortunately, the treatment was timely. There was no water in her lungs. She was just a little frightened and chilled. She just needs to rest well and there's no need to worry too much."

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Wen Qing leaned back on the sofa, wrapped in Wen Fan's coat, her gaze passing over Su Yilan and the doctor, landing on Su Yi'an, who was standing in the corner hiding himself like an invisible person.

The handprint on his face had faded a bit; the doctor had also treated it for him earlier, applying a thin layer of ointment.

He hasn't said a word since he came in, and he hasn't even raised his head.

She suddenly spoke up: "I have something I want to say to Su Yi'an. Would you please leave for a moment?"

Wen Fan's eyes flashed as he looked at his sister's expression, which showed she had her own plans and wouldn't allow anyone to interfere. He remained silent for a moment, asked nothing, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

Su Yilan glanced at Wen Qing, then at her younger brother, sighed, and followed him out.

Only two people remained in the room.

Wen Qing looked at Su Yi'an and asked calmly, "Why did you push me?"

Su Yi'an lowered his eyelashes, staring at his hands resting on his knees. He remained silent for a long time before speaking, his voice hoarse and dry.

"I'm sorry... I don't know... I don't know why I pushed you... By the time I realized what was happening, you had already fallen."

He looked up at Wen Qing, his eyes red but he didn't cry; his amber eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment at not being able to understand himself.

"I actually... don't dislike you at all, but... I don't know why I feel this way."

Wen Qing was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

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Outside the lounge, Wen Fan leaned against the corridor wall, lost in thought with his eyes closed.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and looked at Su Yilan, who was standing next to him with a worried expression, his voice calm.

"Miss Su, what exactly happened just now? Please tell me everything that happened."

When Su Yilan met his dark, calm eyes, a chill ran down her spine for no apparent reason. She then honestly recounted the whole story.

Gu Qin stood at the other end of the corridor, neither too close nor too far from the door of the lounge.

He looked down at the small silver bracelet in his palm. The chain was very thin, with a small star-shaped pendant on it, which had fallen from Wen Qing's body.

When he pulled her out of the water to perform CPR, the chain must have been washed away by the water and slipped off the clasp, falling to the edge of the pool.

He thought he should return it to her.

But the image from just now kept flashing through his mind—she was lying on the ground, unresponsive, and he bent down to breathe into her mouth; her lips were cool and soft, with a faint fragrance.

At that time, he didn't think about anything; he just instinctively wanted to save her. But now, looking back, he felt a strange sense of nostalgia.

He shook his head vigorously to clear his mind of those chaotic thoughts and strode toward Wen Fan.

Inside the lounge, Wen Qing looked at Su Yi'an, who looked confused and guilty, and couldn't help but sigh. Just as she was about to say something, the lounge door was suddenly pushed open.

Su Yilan rushed in, her face filled with panic, and shouted at her, "Wenwen, something terrible has happened! Your brother and Gu Qin are fighting!"