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

Gu Qin stared intently at the dark muzzle of the gun, pursing his lips and remaining silent, his jawline taut.

His fingers, hanging at his sides, curled slightly, but he didn't take a single step back.

In the tense silence, the man suddenly pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, but the bullet didn't fly directly at Gu Qin. Instead, it grazed his cheek, and the airflow it created felt like a scorching whip lashing his skin.

The marble embedded itself in the wall not far behind him, and pebbles fell down in a flurry.

Gu Qin turned his head and wiped the bloodstains on his cheek caused by the airflow. Looking at the bloodstains on his fingertips, he looked up at the man who was still holding a gun.

His cold gaze held a deeper scrutiny before he spoke, his voice deep and resolute.

"You're not Lin Zhiyan, so who are you?"

Wen Qing, who was looking at the bloodstains on Gu Qin's face with great concern, was stunned when she heard his words and subconsciously turned to look at the man not far away.

Her attention was completely drawn to the gun, and she didn't get a good look at the man's face.

Looking closely, she realized that the person in front of her did indeed have Lin Zhiyan's features—high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a straight, chiseled nose.

He took off his glasses again.

Without his glasses, his long, narrow, dark eyes were filled with undisguised arrogance and danger, and the curve of his lips carried a hint of wickedness.

Has he taken a liking to role-playing?

Lin Zhiyan heard Gu Qin's words, raised an eyebrow, smiled arrogantly, and spoke in a flippant and nonchalant tone.

"I am Lin Zhiyan. Cousin, are your eyesight bad? You can't even recognize your own cousin?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Wen Qing, his smile deepening, a hint of "you finally recognized me" and a touch of subtle intimacy in his smile.

"You finally recognized me! I've been waiting for quite a while, but I recognized you as soon as you came in."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. When she met those deep eyes, a strange feeling that she couldn't quite explain suddenly welled up in her heart.

What did he mean by that?

His next words then answered some of her questions.

"I never expected my stupid subordinates to mistake you for someone from the Su family. I was originally curious to see which member of the Su family would fall into my hands, but it turned out to be you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing immediately understood. He hadn't deliberately ordered her to be captured. Instead, his men had mistaken her for a member of the Su family and captured her. Only then did he recognize her from his men's reports, which is why he had her "invited" over.

Those kidnappers were his men, so the kidnapper and the boss were indeed cut from the same cloth.

She silently added a touch of contempt to this group of people in her heart.

Seeing the undisguised contempt on her face, Lin Zhiyan not only didn't get angry but laughed instead.

He casually placed the gun on the table beside him and walked towards her step by step.

Upon seeing this, Gu Qin instinctively took a step forward to shield Wen Qing, his broad shoulders protecting her behind him.

But Lin Zhiyan simply raised his hand and made a casual gesture, and two burly men suddenly appeared beside Gu Qin as if they had sprung up from the ground, grabbing his arms on the left and right and dragging him backward.

Gu Qin struggled violently, the veins on his arms bulging, but the two people holding him were clearly skilled fighters, their fingers locking his joints like iron clamps.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a murderous ferocity.

Lin Zhiyan looked at Gu Qin's fierce expression and smiled with pleasure, her tone carrying a playful tone that made people extremely uncomfortable.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Dear brother, I just wanted you to move aside for a moment. Miss Wenqing and I have something to discuss, and it's not convenient for you to be here. Don't disturb us."

After speaking, he turned back to Wenqing. Seeing that her body was tense and her almond-shaped eyes were full of vigilance, he softened his voice, as if he were comforting a frightened kitten.

"Don't be nervous, I just haven't seen you in a long time."

Wen Qing frowned slightly.

Too long? Didn't we just see each other at the Gu family banquet?

Before she could sort out the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Lin Zhiyan had already walked up to her, lowered his head and gently sniffed the side of her neck, the action was natural.

Wen Qing was startled by his movement and leaned back sharply, her back hitting the wall behind her.

Seeing this from not far away, Gu Qin roared furiously, "What are you going to do to her?!"

His voice echoed throughout the room, filled with suppressed rage and worry.

Lin Zhiyan ignored him completely, her brows furrowing slightly, as if something displeased her: "Why doesn't it taste the same?"

He bent down and sniffed her again, his nose just centimeters away from the skin of her neck.

Wenqing could feel his breath brushing against her collarbone, her hair stood on end, and her heart pounded like a drum.

Lin Zhiyan didn't smell the scent he remembered. He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

There was a hint of disappointment in that smile, but more than that, a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Although I can't smell that scent anymore, I still love your scent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and pulled Wen Qing into his arms, with such force that it felt like he wanted to meld her into his bones.

Then he lowered his head, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and took a deep breath.

Wen Qing was completely stunned. After she came to her senses, she began to struggle desperately, pushing him outward with both hands against his chest, but her strength was no resistance to him at all.

Gu Qin's furious voice echoed in the room as he tried to break free from the two burly men, dragging the chair and scraping it on the floor with a screeching sound.

Huang Yi was completely stunned, his mouth agape, as if he could fit a fist in it. His brain was clearly struggling to process the information that "the gentle and refined young master of the Lin family has suddenly turned into a pervert."

Wenqing was still struggling desperately, pushing him away with both hands against his chest, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Lin Zhiyan was getting a little impatient with her antics, so he used one hand to pinch her chin and force her to raise her head, his tone still that annoyingly flippant one.

"Don't move! If you move again, I'll have someone beat Gu Qin's face until it's a pig's head... You don't want to see him disfigured, do you?"

Her tender movements suddenly froze, and she glared at him angrily, her eyes slightly reddening with anger.

Lin Zhiyan smiled with satisfaction, pulled her back into his arms, rested his chin on her head, and looked as comfortable as if he were holding a beloved doll.

Gu Qin's curses continued unabated. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and gestured for his men to gag Gu Qin as well.

Just then, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an extremely thin silver light flashing before his eyes.

He instinctively turned his head to dodge, but he was still a beat too slow—a small folding knife sliced ​​through his shoulder, tearing a gash in his shirt fabric, and blood seeped from the tear, leaving a small, dark, wet stain on the shirt.

He looked down at the wound on his shoulder, then looked up at the girl in his arms.

Wen Qing held a folding knife that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, its tip still stained with his blood. Her almond-shaped eyes stared at him coldly and without fear.