Interstellar Era of Gossip

Chapter 90 [Twists and turns]

He had not expected such a development.

　　"Where did the black bug come from?"

　　The elder brother's face was full of grimness. He picked up the "net bag" filled with bugs and questioned his younger brother, "No one cleans your room for you? There are bugs all over the house." Just because he had a relationship, even his room was not tidy. Needless to say, it must be Xerxes who led his younger brother astray.

　　Nalun stood up: "Brother, leave him to me."

　　Yamin disagreed: "This bug looks a bit weird." He gestured, "It looks like it has obesity. It's very heavy."

　　As he said this, he weighed it.

　　The gold-eating beetle made a dissatisfied cry at the right time.

　　Nalun: "..."

　　Silent sigh.

　　He blinked, took the dangling insect from his brother's hand, and held it in his arms.

　　The moment his fingers touched the tentacles, Higgin's frightened cry was heard.

　　"Nalun, I hate this net bag."

　　The prince touched the round worm's butt soothingly. He knew that Higgin would not like the net bag.

　　But... being tied up in the net bag, with its legs tucked in, and looking like an obedient bug, feels strangely good.

　　Instead of untying the knife, he adjusted his posture and held the gold-eating beetle between his arms.

　　Because the incident happened suddenly, the gold-eating beetle did not adjust itself to the size of a palm, and its huge body looked bloated and ugly - this was the beetle in Yamin's eyes.

　　However, the prince, who had "got used to Hijin's insect body and gradually put on a filter over time", did not think there was anything wrong with it, and looked quite gentle while holding the insect.

　　Yaming was deeply shocked, and his gaze towards the insect became more and more concrete. When did his clean-loving brother develop an interest in insects?

　　He caught a glimpse of the messy things on the bed, and his eyes twitched. He subconsciously felt something was wrong - was this really his brother's room? The brother who would lower his face and make a series of complaints when he touched something dirty?

　　Yaming maintained a calm expression and asked calmly, "Why did you pile all the dirty things on the bed?"

　　Nalun's face darkened: "..."

　　No, that is the food of the gold-eating beetles.

　　He considered his words and gave an ambiguous response:

　　"Brother, I'll clean it up."

　　Yaming shook his head, his eyes showing deep thought. If he hadn't happened to pass by and saw his brother's door open, he wouldn't have seen his brother so sloppy. Maybe time is really an invisible weapon, turning his well-behaved and sensible brother into what he is now.

　　Facing his grown-up brother, he could no longer give orders like he did when they were little. Yamin could only remind him subtly about hygiene and health issues, and then left with disappointment as Nalun's face grew increasingly darker.

　　His interruption completely wiped out the sad atmosphere of farewell between the man and the insect.

　　After Yamin left, Nalun held the insect in front of him. The two looked at each other for a moment and fell into silence.