Competing for affection, do not disturb

The personalities of the four Gods— spring, summer, autumn, and winter—are just like the four seasons they govern, each possessing distinct characteristics.

The Spring God is gentle and tolerant, the Summer God is passionate and straightforward, and the Autumn God is calm and composed. The Winter God, however, is cold by nature and is the least talkative of the four gods. At this moment, at his brother's call, the God of Winter appeared before Wuma Xiu in an instant, exuding a chilling aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Wuma Xiu looked at him gently the whole time, and the faint smile on his lips never faded.

He knows the Winter God too well.

This younger brother has always been like this since he was little. He clearly cares more than anyone else, but he never knows how to express it.

Sometimes, when you have too much to say, you can't utter a single word. You can only seal all your emotions under a layer of ice, waiting for someone to break the first crack.

While this personality trait may prevent one from causing trouble, it makes one far too passive.

Wuma Xiu sighed softly to himself.

What if the Winter God meets someone he likes in the future, but can't compete with the other gods for her affections?

He really worried himself sick over his younger brother.

"Winter, why are your hands colder than before?"

Wuma Xiu called out and extended his hand.

He held the Winter God's icy hands in his own palms.

Wuma Xiu's palm was warm, and when it covered his hand, the warmth spread from the back of the Winter God's hand all the way to his fingertips.

Winter God lowered his eyes, looking at the hands that wrapped around him, and smiled.

It's still the same.

Even though he wasn't an ordinary person and didn't feel cold, his brother always felt icy cold.

Winter God looked up at Wuma Xiu, his gaze falling on those clear, Jade -green glass eyes. His brother's eyes were exceptionally beautiful, with a light blue hue in the center, clear and bright, so gentle that they could almost drown one in them.

"Brother, have you forgotten again? I'm not cold."

Winter God was cold all over.

This has been true since his birth.

However, he himself didn't feel cold at all; for him, being cold was the norm.

He couldn't feel the frost all over his body.

However, for other people and gods, the places touched by the Winter God not only have cold air, but are also covered with a thin layer of frost.

Back when Wuma Xiu was playing the game "Domain of the Gods," he was human at the time. He always felt that his younger brother was cold-blooded, and he would often ask him how he was doing.

Every time, I would make a special trip to see the Winter God, bring him some warm clothes, and let him stay a little longer in his Spring God Temple. Even if I just sat beside him without saying a word, I would stay with him to get through the long winter.

But actually, it's not necessary at all.

However, because of this, the Summer God and the Autumn God were quite jealous.

Summer God, watching from the side, was itching to speak. Being straightforward and unable to hold back, he immediately leaned over, grabbed Wuma Xiu's shoulder from the side, and pulled him closer, his tone tinged with a hint of jealousy:

"Brother, you're being unfair. My hands are cold too, I need you to warm them up too."

Autumn God, standing to the side, undermined the idea, saying:

"Second brother, as the Summer God, when have your hands ever been cold? If you want to warm your hands, why don't you soak yourself in cold water to cool them down first?"

The Summer God was speechless at the Autumn God's words, his eyes widening in disbelief. He turned to glare at him, his fiery golden eyes practically spitting fire.

"Qiu, you..."

"Okay, okay."

Wuma Xiu chuckled and freed one hand to ruffle Summer God's fiery red hair.

The Summer God's fur was soothed by the patting, and the sour jealousy he had felt earlier vanished instantly. He touched his nose and muttered:

"We just missed our brother. You've been sleeping for so long. The three of us have been waiting for you here for who knows how many years. The flowers outside the temple have bloomed and withered, withered and bloomed again several times over."

His voice trailed off as he spoke.

A hint of softness, quite unlike his usual flamboyant and unrestrained demeanor, appeared on Summer God's face.

"I come to the temple entrance every day to see if my brother has woken up. But it's always empty."

Wuma Xiu paused in his movements, a fleeting emotion surging in his eyes.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, your brother is back."

Wuma Xiu opened his arms and embraced his three younger brothers. He held them like that, as if he wanted to make up for all the hugs he had missed over the years.

Summer God buried her face in his shoulder and hummed softly.

Autumn God sighed and patted Wuma Xiu's back.

Winter God rested his forehead on Wuma Xiu's shoulder.

After a long while, the four gods finally decided to let go of each other.

Summer God's eyes were slightly red, but he insisted on pretending to be nonchalant. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes haphazardly, his voice returning to its usual cheerful tone:

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Brother, you just got back, and we prepared so many things. I specially went to the crater of the Extreme Southern Star to pick Flame Fruit; those fruits are especially sweet, I'm sure you'll like them."

"Flame Fruit?"

Autumn God gave him a half-smile, then said:

"Second brother, are you sure you picked it? Or did you almost blow up someone's volcano before digging it out? I heard that those Fire Spirits have been causing quite a stir lately, accusing you of trespassing on their territory."

"I heard that those Fire Spirits recently sought out the God of Fire, intending to ask him to uphold God of Fire for them. Perhaps the God of Fire will visit your Summer God Temple soon."

"That's because they're too stingy. I only picked a few fruits, and I didn't beat them up this time."

Summer God snorted, tilting his head back, his tone full of disdain. After pausing, he added smugly, hands on his hips, brimming with confidence.

"Besides, even if they complain to God of Fire, it won't do any good. God of Fire is my friend; he wouldn't bother me over a few baskets of broken fruit."

As Summer God spoke, he turned to look at Wuma Xiu with a smug expression on his face.

"Brother, it's really sweet. I've tried one, and I guarantee it's delicious. Here, have some."

As he spoke, Summer God raised his hand and waved it, and basket after basket of Flame Fruits appeared out of thin air on the ground. The bright red fruit peels were still emitting a little heat, making the surrounding area feel warm and cozy.

Judging from the quantity, Wuma Xiu knew that Autumn God's words were true.

Xia from his family probably really did snatch all the Flame Fruits from the Fire Spirits, leaving not a single basket for them.

Wuma Xiu said gently, "I'll take one basket; you can give the rest to Fire Spirits and the others."

He reached out and took the Flame Fruit that Summer God handed him.

The fruit's skin was slightly warm, but when you bit into it, it was sweet and juicy, with a unique warmth.

"It tastes really good."

Summer God was overjoyed to receive Wuma Xiu's affirmation.

He jumped around a few times beside me, his bright red ponytail swaying from side to side with his movements, his face full of smugness.

As the Summer God jumped around, he also took the opportunity to glance at the Autumn God and the Winter God, his eyes clearly showing off.

--See? My brother praised me first.