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

Even after seeing that Wen Qing had woken up, the man's fingers did not stop.

His long, slender fingers curled up, kneading the flesh little by little.

In the darkness of night, his movements were slow and deliberate, yet they exuded an indescribable allure.

Wen Qing froze for a moment, then reacted and suddenly kicked out.

But her strength was no match for his; her ankle was easily pinned down.

She was both ashamed and angry, her voice trembling as she cried out, "Let me go!"

The man didn't let go; his hands continued moving. He lowered his eyes and sighed, his tone carrying a serious appreciation, as if he were appraising a work of art.

"No wonder he likes it so much..."

Wen Qing was furious and used her other foot to kick him desperately.

This time he didn't dodge, letting her kick him twice before letting go.

Wen Qing immediately pulled her feet back under the covers, curled up at the head of the bed, pressed her back tightly against the bed frame, and stared at him warily, like a small animal that had escaped from a trap, still in shock.

The man sat at the foot of the bed without moving, simply watching her quietly.

Moonlight streamed in through the half-drawn curtains, falling on his profile. A cold, silvery light reflected off his glasses, obscuring the expression in his eyes.

Wen Qing suddenly felt that he was different. He no longer had that wolf-like aggressiveness, nor that suffocating pressure. His aura was restrained and gentle, completely different from the nasty man from earlier that day.

And he was wearing glasses.

Wen Qing asked uncertainly, "You're Lin Zhiyan... I mean, the one from before?"

The man's eyes flashed, then he nodded slightly.

Wen Qing confirmed that the person in front of her was now the gentle and polite Lin Zhiyan.

Her tense nerves finally relaxed a little. Since it was him, they should be able to communicate well.

She was no longer pressed tightly against the headboard as before, but she was still not completely at ease.

Looking at Lin Zhiyan, who seemed relatively gentle, Wen Qing couldn't help but launch into a barrage of accusations.

"The guy inside you knocked me out of the casino and brought me here, chaining me to the bed. Now that you've taken control of the body, can you release me, or at least unlock these chains?"

Lin Zhiyan listened quietly without interrupting her.

Wenqing spoke quickly, as if she were pouring out all the grievances and anger that had been building up all day.

Lin Zhiyan simply watched her quietly, his eyes dark and deep. The moonlight divided his face into light and shadow, making his expression more unpredictable.

Wen Qing was slightly startled by his expression and couldn't help but shrink back towards the headboard.

But Lin Zhiyan immediately lowered her eyelashes and said in a very soft voice:

"I don't know where the key to unlock the chains is; he hid it."

"You really don't know?"

Wen Qing was taken aback, her tone filled with barely suppressed doubt.

"have no idea."

He nodded, his expression calm, his eyes as dark as a well.

"Don't you... share memories?"

Lin Zhiyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, she shook her head.

Wen Qing sighed softly, "How could this be?"

Generally speaking, shouldn't people with dual personalities share memories?

However, this situation is inherently difficult to explain.

Unable to understand, Wen Qing asked again, "What about him?"

"I've suppressed it for now." His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Will he come out again?

"It's hard to say."

When he said those three words, his brow furrowed very slightly, as if some nerve was throbbing under his skin.

Looking at his expression, Wenqing didn't know how to respond.

Although she had a lot of questions and wanted to say something, she didn't know what to say.

So she opened her mouth, then closed it again.

The room fell silent again.