Can't I Really?

"Don't want."

The Goddess of Beauty didn't even lift her eyelids, but simply and openly lingered on the Moon God's lap, rubbing her face against the plain fabric of her clothes.

It's just lying on yourself, what's the problem?

He and the Moon God were the same person; he could lie down however he wanted with his legs.

The Sun God clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, golden flames flickering and dying between his fingers.

He has a sharp tongue and is quick to resort to violence.

But today, he raised his fist and lowered it several times, but he just couldn't bring himself to throw it.

He stared at the Goddess of Beauty's face, and the more he looked, the more uneasy he felt.

He found himself hesitant to do it.

What's going on? Has he also been bewitched by the Goddess of Beauty's face? He's the Sun God, he doesn't listen to anyone, except for his own brother, he has no principles whatsoever, how could he be so lenient with other gods?

"Brother Sun God, are you reluctant to harm me?"

Seeing the Sun God's unusual behavior, the Goddess of Beauty found it somewhat intriguing.

He got up from the Moon God's lap and slowly walked to the Sun God.

"I'm not your brother. Go find your own brother."

The Sun God suddenly took a large step back, as if the Goddess of Beauty carried something even more scorching than the Sun's true fire.

To him, the title "elder brother" was reserved for the Moon God and the Star God, belonging only to his two younger brothers; no one else could even utter a word in it. No, let alone call them that, he felt it was offensive to even be near them.

The other party is merely an outer god; no matter how beautiful they are, this rule cannot be broken.

The Goddess of Beauty stood still, the mischievous smile gradually fading from her face. She didn't chase after him, nor did she say anything more teasing. She simply lowered her eyelashes slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke, her voice much softer than before:

"I've always hoped I'd have an older brother. But I don't have an older brother, and I don't have a younger brother. I only have myself."

Looking at the expression on that face, the Sun God felt a slight twist in his heart. He pinched his hand, his fingertips digging into his palm, causing a sharp pain.

He was using the pain to remind himself.

--No, I can't be soft-hearted. He already has two younger brothers; the Moon God and the Star God are his true brothers.

The Sun God put his hand, which he had pinched red, behind his back. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something sarcastic to shut the other person up, but his throat felt blocked.

He's not good at handling these kinds of situations.

"Is it really not possible, bro? Bro?"

The Goddess of Beauty's "brother" was soft and sweet, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a light feather tickling the Sun God's heart.

The Sun God felt as if his feet were floating, as if he were stepping on an unstable nebula.

His two younger brothers, the Moon God and the Star Goddess, were aloof and reserved, and the Star God never acted coquettishly. No one had ever called him in such a tone.

"This... isn't it... no..."

The Sun God's words began to tangle, his tongue as if entangled by the word "brother," and the defenses in his mind crumbled one after another.

Maybe, perhaps, possibly... it wouldn't be a bad idea to choose one?

Haha, you didn't actually agree, did you?

The Goddess of Beauty covered her lips and laughed, her amber eyes curving into two crescent moons, filled with a sly glint of triumph.

The Sun God's expression froze.

He glared at the Goddess of Beauty in front of him, who was laughing so hard she was shaking, and a belated wave of embarrassment and anger burned from the soles of his feet all the way to the tips of his hair.

He'd been tricked again.

Strangely, he didn't feel much anger; instead, a vague sense of helplessness welled up inside him.

But he knew it, he knew this guy had no good intentions.

"Hmph, now you should get out."

The Sun God pointed towards the doorway, trying to make his voice sound cold and ruthless.

However, this is clearly a much better tone than the previous "get lost".

The Goddess of Beauty turned and walked back to the couch, then lay back down on the Moon God's lap.

He turned to the side, closed his shimmering eyes, and the cunning and arrogant energy he had just displayed vanished, revealing a rare hint of docility.

"No, I'm going to stay here until I get tired of it."

Being alone with myself, without having to think about anything.

It's so reassuring.

The Goddess of Beauty closed her eyes and, unexpectedly, fell asleep.

He was fast asleep, his breathing long and steady.

Her entire face was buried in the Moon God's robes, with only half of her ear and a section of her jawline with the corners of her lips curving upwards visible.

The Moon God's fingers gently stroked the top of his head, her fingertips slowly passing through his dark hair.

The Sun God sat to the side, watching his younger brother's incredibly gentle actions, feeling a mixture of sourness and bitterness in his heart, yet unable to express it.

He took a deep breath and silently repeated the mantra in his mind.

Don't be angry, he'll do the same thing every few days.

He would then lie on his younger brother's lap, enjoying his brother's head pats while admiring the envious, jealous, and hateful looks from Night God and his youngest brother, Star God.

Yes, that's right, he copied the Goddess of Beauty's shameless manner.

If he does the same thing then, he'll be even more justified than the Goddess of Beauty.