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

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing suddenly stood up, but because she stood up too quickly and was weak, her vision went black and she swayed to the side.

Su Yi'an, who was standing nearby, quickly caught her, and Su Yilan also rushed over to support her arm from the other side.

Ignoring her own dizziness, Wen Qing hurriedly asked Su Yilan, "Why are they fighting? Weren't they fine before?"

Su Yilan stammered, "I don't know... I just... I don't know why the two of them suddenly started fighting after only exchanging a few words..."

Fortunately, we got to the door quickly.

As soon as Wen Qing stepped out of the lounge, she saw two people wrestling at the end of the corridor.

Gu Qin was on top of Wen Fan, one hand gripping her collar, the other clenched into a fist, knuckles protruding, the muscles on her arm taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

His eyes and brows were filled with undisguised ferocity, and the ruthlessness he had honed from street fights was fully unleashed at this moment, making him look like an enraged beast.

Wen Fan was pinned down by him, his back pressed against the cold floor tiles, and a bruise was clearly visible on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wen Qing immediately cried out, her voice sharp and urgent.

"stop!".

Gu Qin's fist froze in mid-air. He turned his head to look at Wen Qing, the fierceness in his eyes not yet completely gone, and the ruthlessness made his expression look somewhat frightening.

But when he saw the warmth in the eyes of the man, he paused for a moment, and his anger subconsciously subsided.

He then loosened Wen Fan's collar, stood up from him, and took a half step back.

Wen Qing quickly walked over to Wen Fan and squatted down beside him. She saw the bruise on the corner of his mouth, gently touched it with her finger, and felt him flinch slightly in pain. A surge of anger welled up inside her.

She turned her head abruptly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger: "Gu Qin! Why did you hit my brother!"

Gu Qin's temple throbbed with anger at her barrage of questions. Suppressing his rage, he said, "He started it first."

Wen Qing was taken aback and turned to look at Wen Fan.

Wen Fan didn't speak, but leaned weakly against Wen Qing, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and coughed a few times.

She looked completely different from when she confronted Gu Qin earlier.

Seeing him like this, Wen Qing's heart sank instantly, and she turned to question Gu Qin.

"Even if my brother hit me first, you can't hit him this hard! Look at his face... his lip is bruised, and his face is swollen!"

Following her words, Gu Qin looked at the injury on Wen Fan's face.

There were indeed a few bruises, but they were all superficial injuries, none of them serious.

It was only because Wen Fan's skin was fair that those bluish-purple bruises looked particularly glaring.

He gritted his teeth, a fire burning inside him that he couldn't vent—the places on his body where Wen Fan had used underhanded tactics were still throbbing with pain. All the injuries were hidden under his clothes: his ribs, waist, and lower abdomen. Every punch had precisely avoided the exposed areas.

No wonder he targeted me earlier; that's what he was planning.

"You only allow him to strike first, but not me?" Gu Qin looked coldly at Wen Qing, his voice like ice. "Just because he's your brother, you unconditionally protect him no matter what he does?"

Wenqing was speechless after hearing his words.

Wen Fan then gently grasped her wrist, his voice soft and weak: "Qingqing, I'm fine... It was my fault, I shouldn't have hit her first."

Then he turned to Gu Qin, lowered his head slightly, and spoke in a weak but frank tone.

"Mr. Gu, I acted impulsively just now, I apologize..."

For some reason, even after hearing the apology, Gu Qin felt uneasy all over.

Wen Qing didn't want to pay attention to Gu Qin anymore. She turned her head and looked at the bruise on Wen Fan's lips. She reached out and gently touched it with heartache, her tone full of worry.

"Does it hurt? Should we have the doctor come and take another look?"

Wen Fan gently shook his head, took the hand she was holding on his face, and whispered, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Seeing his forced composure, Wen Qing felt even more sorry for him. She couldn't help but turn around and glare at Gu Qin, saying sarcastically.

"Young Master Gu is truly remarkable. He's a savior who acts with such authority, and he doesn't hold back when it comes to beating people up either. He saved me once before, and now he's beaten up my brother. We're even, right? Should I thank you for going easy on him and not sending my brother to the hospital?"

Gu Qin had already planned to leave, but upon hearing this, he paused, turned around, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"you--"

"What about me?" Wen Qing stood in front of Wen Fan, her words sharp and defiant. "Did I say something wrong? Look at the injuries on my brother's face, and then look at yourself... are you injured?"

Gu Qin was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed, but he couldn't bring himself to lift his clothes in front of her to show her the bruises on his ribs.

He gritted his teeth, looked at Wen Fan, who was leaning on Wen Qing's shoulder, her face pale but still looking gentle and harmless, and then looked at Wen Qing, whose eyes were full of her own brother and who was glaring at him angrily. The inexplicable feeling of resentment in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

He then snorted coldly and strode away without looking back.

Wen Fan leaned weakly on Wen Qing's shoulder, watching Gu Qin's angry departure. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, then quickly straightened again.

He lowered his eyelashes, his voice low and gentle: "Qingqing, it's alright. Mr. Gu didn't do it on purpose. I started it first. Don't blame him."

Wen Qing got even angrier upon hearing this: "You're still defending him! Look at the injuries on your face, how badly he hit you! Stay away from him from now on."

Gu Qin seemed to have heard this, and he quickened his pace, as if carrying the wind, and soon his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Wenqing was unaware of these things.

She looked at Wen Fan, puzzled, and asked, "Brother, why did you strike first?"

Wen Fan's gaze fell on her lips.

Her lips were originally a bit redder than they are now, but because she caught a chill after falling into the water, the color faded considerably, making her appear paler than usual.

Regardless, in his eyes, this lip color was extremely beautiful.

But now, this beautiful place has been visited by someone he utterly despises.

This was something he simply couldn't tolerate.

"I misunderstood," he said softly, lowering his eyelashes. "I thought he had ill intentions towards you..."

"Misunderstand?"

Wen Qing was surprised and was about to ask further, but Wen Fan didn't want to say anything more. He suddenly opened his palm and saw a slender silver bracelet lying quietly in his palm. A small star-shaped pendant was attached to the chain, which shone with a soft luster under the light.

Her attention was instantly drawn to it, and she picked it up with delight, examining it from all angles.

"Isn't this my bracelet? I thought I'd lost it in the pool. How did it end up with you?"

"You fell by the pool," Wen Fan's eyes flickered slightly, her voice still gentle, "and then I found you."