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

In the end, tenderness did not escape.

The moment she turned to run, two men in dark suits silently surrounded her from behind, blocking all her escape routes.

Popeye's trial card had expired, and now she was facing two well-trained adults, but ultimately couldn't break free.

She was led into the black car, where Lin Zhiyan sat next to her, his back relaxed against the seat, his fingers resting on his knees, his face expressionless.

A strange yet harmonious coexistence of gentleness and sternness existed within him, creating an atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe inside the car.

Wenqing huddled on the other side of the seat, trying to keep as far away from him as possible, her eyes fixed on the rapidly receding shadows of the trees outside the car window, without saying a word.

"How did you escape?"

Lin Zhiyan suddenly spoke, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet carriage.

Wen Qing bit her lower lip and remained silent.

She was still angry and didn't have much to say. She couldn't very well tell him that she had a system that had hacked all the access control systems for her.

Lin Zhiyan turned her head to look at her. The car was dimly lit, and the light from the streetlights came in intermittently through the car window, shimmering across her face like ripples on water.

He looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure.

Her face was half-lifted, meeting his unfathomable eyes behind his glasses.

Lin Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze lingering on her face, and after a moment he spoke.

"Why are you so disobedient..."

"I'm not your prisoner, why should I obey you?"

Hearing this, Wen Qing retorted angrily, trying to shake her head off his hand, but she couldn't.

Lin Zhiyan held her chin firmly, but he didn't seem to be listening to what she was saying. His gaze slid down from her eyes and stopped at her lips.

The headlights swept in from outside, illuminating her lips. Her soft lips were full and rosy, with a beautiful color, like the plate of cherries her secretary brought into the office that morning. They looked so tempting that you wanted to take a bite, as if sweet juice would burst out after you bit into the thin skin.

He remembered that when he first met her, her lips were pale and looked a little sickly, not as rosy as they are now.

She is like a flower that has been carefully nurtured by someone, radiating a vibrant life force from her branches and leaves to her colors.

He recalled how she looked when she was fast asleep last night, her fine eyelashes resting quietly beneath her eyes, her face buried in the pillow, her exposed wrists and ankles as white as porcelain.

And those tiny feet, when held in your hand, have a unique tactile quality that makes you reluctant to let go...

A warmth gradually rose within him, especially in a certain place.

He knew he had been influenced by another person.

That man had an almost obsessive interest in the girl; she was his hidden side, and therefore his desires influenced him, even becoming his desires.

And he knew this...

Wen Qing felt that Lin Zhiyan's gaze was becoming increasingly strange, like a sticky substance slowly flowing from her lips to her chin and then down to her neck.

She wanted to say something to break the unsettling atmosphere, but before she could utter a sound, his fingers came down, his fingertips pressing against her lips, his fingertips gently caressing her lips, the movements both tender and sensual.

Wen Qing's head buzzed, and her face flushed red. She was both ashamed and angry, and wished she could slap him.

But she didn't act; at that moment, her body reacted before her brain.

She suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on his finger, using almost all her strength.

She felt her teeth pierce his skin, and warm blood seeped out, filling her mouth with a metallic, metallic smell. She found the taste utterly disgusting, yet she still didn't let go.

At the same time, she glared at him fiercely.

Despite this, Lin Zhiyan's expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn't bitten his hand, as if the blood flowing out had nothing to do with him.

He looked down at her, his gaze calm yet containing an almost indulgent quality, staring intently at her slightly furrowed brow and her lips that were tightly biting his fingers.

After a while, Wenqing's strength gradually loosened, her jaw became sore, and she unconsciously opened her mouth.

There was a trace of crimson on her lips, whether it was hers or his, it was hard to tell.

"Have you had enough?" Lin Zhiyan asked, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of amusement. "You can continue if you haven't had enough."

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and stared at him in disbelief.

Is this person crazy, or a masochist?

He didn't even feel it when I bit him!

Wenqing felt that she was being looked down upon.

Her hands unconsciously clenched her clothes, her chest heaving violently with anger and shame, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a moment.

Lin Zhiyan withdrew her hand and glanced down.

Two rows of deep teeth marks were on his slender index finger, and blood gushed from the wound, staining the entire finger mottled and looking somewhat frightening.

However, he didn't even frown. Instead, he turned his gaze back to her, as if admiring a masterpiece he had just completed.

Then he raised his bleeding hand, dipped his fingertip in the blood, and slowly smeared it onto her lips, little by little.

Her lips were quickly stained bright red with blood, as if she had just eaten berries.

Wen Qing remained frozen in her seat, the metallic smell of his blood filling her nostrils, and the sticky, warm touch on her lips sending shivers down her spine.

She felt she should push him away, should yell at him, should do something.

Lin Zhiyan's eyes were too calm, so calm that they even exuded a suffocating gentleness.

She stood rooted to the spot by that gaze, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it herself.