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

Snapped.

A crisp slap suddenly rang out.

Taking advantage of the moment when "Lin Zhiyan" leaned too close with his head down, Wen Qing suddenly raised her free hand and slapped him across the face.

Lin Zhiyan's face was slapped to one side. He was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, like the sky before a storm.

Wenqing held her breath nervously, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly beneath her, her entire body tense to the limit.

She had already prepared herself mentally. If he dared to fight back, she would bite him even if it cost her her life. She would never sit idly by and wait to die.

But unexpectedly, "Lin Zhiyan" did not fight back.

He raised his hand and touched the side of his cheek that had been hit with his fingertip. There was only a faint red mark left there, almost invisible.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

There was a hint of surprise in that smile, but more than that, there was a sense of unpredictable danger.

"You're the first person who dared to hit me," he said, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

He slowly turned his head to look at her, his eyes shining eerily in the dim light. "But I don't hit women. Yet, I'm a little unwilling to let you go like this."

Wenqing looked at him warily, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, like a cat cornered against a wall, every hair on her body on guard.

Lin Zhiyan looked at her, then suddenly reached out and slowly extended his hand toward her face.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch her cheek, his phone suddenly rang.

Lin Zhiyan's brows furrowed sharply, and she let out a very low, impatient click of her tongue. Then she stood up, walked to the window, and answered the phone.

Wen Qing couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone; she could only glean information from Lin Zhiyan's occasional snippets of response.

"Awake?" "Have your memories returned?" "Don't tell him yet..." "Keep an eye on him..."

Although these words were spoken intermittently, she guessed that Gu Qin had woken up and regained his memory, and that "Lin Zhiyan" didn't want Gu Qin to know something.

Knowing that Gu Qin might have regained his memory, she felt a mix of emotions.

On the one hand, he was glad that the stick hadn't made him stupid, but on the other hand, he was worried that Gu Qin, who had regained his memory, would remember what had happened before.

After all, she had accumulated quite a bit of debt with him.

At this moment, "Lin Zhiyan" hung up the phone and walked back to the bedside.

His shadow fell over her, like a heavy black cloth covering her.

He looked down at her, his tone casual: "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, turned her face to the side, and refused to look at him: "I wasn't thinking about anything."

"I knew even if you didn't tell me." He chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You heard the phone call just now, right? My silly cousin woke up and regained his memory. Looks like that blow he took wasn't for nothing..."

"So, can you let me go now?"

Wen Qing stared straight at him.

Looking at her stubborn face, Lin Zhiyan suddenly sighed, a sigh that carried a mixture of genuine helplessness and doting affection.

"You're still so naive..."

As he spoke, he bent down, his long fingers picking up the chain on her ankle, wrapping it around his fingertips, and then slowly tightening it.

Wenqing was angered by his tone, and with a flick of her wrist, the chains rattled.

"Then you should at least remove these chains from me, right? I'm not a criminal, what kind of person are you to keep me locked up like this?"

Lin Zhiyan's gaze followed her words and landed on her wrists and ankles.

The chains were made of cold iron, dark and heavy, clinging to her fair skin, making her bones appear as delicate as porcelain.

He stared at her for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing very slightly, and a dark color, which she couldn't quite understand, rose in his eyes, like ink dripping into a glass of water, polluting the water inside.

Wen Qing felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze and couldn't help but pull her feet further under the covers.

Lin Zhiyan noticed her subtle movements, lowered her eyelashes, and when she raised them again, she had regained her nonchalant and carefree demeanor.

"Why remove it? I think it suits you perfectly."

Wenqing's face flushed red with anger.

She couldn't help but burst into a tirade, but "Lin Zhiyan" laughed as if he had heard a particularly funny joke, the laughter echoing throughout the room.

Enraged, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but he easily dodged it. The pillow landed lightly on the carpet two meters away from him, without even touching his trouser leg.

Lin Zhiyan laughed even harder at the sight of the pillow on the floor, and waved happily at her, saying, "I'll come see you again later..."

Then he turned and left without looking back.

The door closed, and the room returned to silence.

Fortunately, he had opened the curtains a little before he left, and sunlight squeezed in through the gaps, making the room less dark than when he had just woken up.

Wen Qing sulked for a while, then started plotting how to escape.

Then the system gave her some not-too-bad news: the cooldown period for the Popeye trial card would end tomorrow, meaning she would regain her strength as early as tomorrow, and by then these chains should not be able to hold her back.

……

Meanwhile, Wen Fan searched everywhere Wen Qing might go.

I've explored every inch of the art supply store, Su's house, Zhenzhen's house, the convenience store and park near the neighborhood, and even the alleys next to the bar.

But nothing.

Her traces seemed to have been silently erased from the world by something.

Meanwhile, no good news came from Su Yilan either. She used her connections in the Su family to get the police to step up their efforts, but the clues were still extremely limited. They only found out that Wen Qing left the art supply store after buying paints, and then the trail went cold.

Upon hearing this news, Wen Fan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

He knew that the fewer clues there were, the harder it would be to find her, and the later he found her, the more dangerous she would be.

He dared not imagine the worst possible outcome.

The moment the thought of "possibly losing her" crossed his mind, he felt as if his heart had been forcibly squeezed out of his chest by a large hand. The pain made him bend over and lean against the wall to keep from falling.

But just when he was in so much pain that he could barely breathe, a voice suddenly emerged from the depths of his heart.

The voice was soft and seductive, like a delicate vine wrapped around a bone: You can ask your boss for help. Lin Zhiyan can help you. He has plenty of resources and connections, which is much more useful than you searching blindly here alone.

Wen Fan stood hunched over in the dimly lit alley, his hands supporting his knees, large beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He straightened up slowly, and the last trace of anxiety and confusion in his eyes receded like the tide, restoring clarity.

His voice was cold and harsh as he questioned the other voice: "What are you? Why are you inside my body?"

……

Late at night, Wenqing couldn't sleep soundly.

She had a very chaotic dream. In the dream, something was wrapped around her feet, constantly pulling, pinching, and kneading them. It was as cold as a snake and as hot as a hand.

The sensation was so real, so real, that she finally struggled to wake up from her daze.

She opened her eyes groggily and, in the dim light, saw a person sitting at the foot of the bed. The black silhouette blended into the night, with only a pair of silver-rimmed glasses gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The man was looking down, holding her foot.

My heart almost skipped a beat.

She tried to pull her foot back, but he gently pinched her ankle, and she saw the eyes behind his glasses.