As an Elder Brother, I Will No Longer Have the Face To

"Shu Ning, it's not that I wanted to hide things from you..."

"It's just... I was in the middle of... that."

Gu Luo had already abandoned any pretense of dignity.

Social suicide be damned.

No matter what, Shu Ning couldn’t find out that Shu He was lying in his bed.

Put yourself in her shoes—imagine if your little brother ended up in your sworn sister’s bed the very next day...

This was just... a white lie.

Besides, "that" was vague enough to mean anything.

"That?" Luo Shuning blinked, her clear eyes filled with confusion, clearly not grasping the implied meaning behind Gu Luo’s words.

"That... you know, that..."

Gu Luo awkwardly danced around the subject, thinking, Whatever, interpret it however you want.

Let your imagination run wild.

This was the only way out.

Seeing his expression, Luo Shuning suddenly seemed to understand what "that" referred to.

Her face flushed crimson in an instant.

On the surface, Gu Luo maintained a calm facade, but inside, his mind was in utter turmoil, screaming.

His dignity as an older brother had shattered into pieces—again.

How was he supposed to maintain any authority in this household now?

How could he ever face his sweet little angel Shu Ning again?

"Shu Ning... so, yeah, that’s the situation..."

"Ahem... cough..."

Gu Luo struggled to explain, his throat tight as if something were lodged in it.

This was like mud stuck in his pants—even if it wasn’t true, it might as well be.

He was this close to breaking down.

He wanted to run.

But there was no escape.

And this was only the second day in their new home.

Already, he was caught between an angel and a devil, forced to self-destruct just to survive.

"I... I understand." Luo Shuning’s cheeks burned bright red.

She lowered her head, nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, too embarrassed to even look at him.

This was way too mortifying.

No wonder he took so long to open the door.

"B-Brother... I’ll go heat up another glass of milk for you..." Luo Shuning’s small hands fidgeted together, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Uh... ah..."

Gu Luo snapped out of his daze and hastily waved her off, stammering, "No need... one glass is enough... don’t worry... I know my limits..."

WHAT THE HELL AM I EVEN SAYING?!

SINCE WHEN DOES "KNOWING YOUR LIMITS" APPLY TO THAT?!

"O-Okay then." Luo Shuning rubbed her hands together, stealing a quick glance at Gu Luo before immediately looking away again.

As much as she enjoyed teasing him, she was completely defenseless against this kind of situation.

It was just too embarrassing.

Both of them stood there, faces burning, drowning in suffocating silence.

"Brother, you should drink your milk first..." Luo Shuning murmured, her voice laced with poorly concealed shyness.

"Ah... right."

Gu Luo seized the lifeline, grabbing the glass and downing the milk in one go.

Luo Shuning stared at the traces of milk at the corner of his lips, her face somehow turning even redder, as if on fire.

"Brother, get some rest... and take care of yourself."

After taking the glass back, she hurried off, her steps as frantic as someone fleeing a crime scene.

Gu Luo stood frozen in the doorway, his soul seemingly vacating his body.

It’s over.

Everything is over.

His reputation had been utterly destroyed—on the second day.

Shu Ning must think he’s some kind of pervert now, right?

Ha... haha...

Pervert... ha... pervert...

Like a zombie, Gu Luo dragged his feet back into the room.

And there, he saw Luo Shuhe sitting primly in a chair, eyes glued to the computer screen.

?

?

?

Are you kidding me?!

Luo Shuhe turned her head, her expression cool and detached, with just a hint of feigned innocence—as if nothing had happened at all.

"You... you..." Gu Luo felt blood rush to his head, his finger trembling as he pointed at her, too furious to form a coherent sentence.

"What?" Luo Shuhe tilted her head, the picture of pure confusion, as if she had no idea why he was so worked up.

Gu Luo barely suppressed the urge to cough up blood, forcing out the words through gritted teeth: "You... weren’t you... on the bed?"

"On the bed?" Luo Shuhe tilted her head further, her confusion deepening. "That wouldn’t be right. How could I sleep in your bed?"

"Unless... you meant for us to sleep together?"

"I wouldn’t say no."

Gu Luo’s vision spun. The world had turned upside down.

A demon. She’s an actual demon.

The more beautiful the girl, the blacker her heart.

Was she just bullying him because he was an easy target?!

"If Brother doesn’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes." Noticing the door was already closed, Luo Shuhe gracefully rose from the chair and slid back under the covers, even tucking herself in neatly.

"..."

Clenched.

His fists were clenched.

Trembling with rage.

Gu Luo swore he wanted nothing more than to pounce on her right then and there.

And spank her with his size-44 slipper.

This is pure suffering.

He couldn’t win. He really couldn’t win.

Resigned to his fate, Gu Luo slumped into the chair and booted up a game.

As the saying went—things have already come to this, might as well play games first.

What else was he supposed to do?

Seeing him dive back into gaming, Luo Shuhe’s lips curled slightly. "I thought you’d kick me out."

"After all, someone just lost all their dignity in front of their dear sister."

Gu Luo’s eye twitched at the provocation, but he only sighed. "It’s fine. As long as you’re happy."

"Rest there for a bit, but don’t fall asleep. Leave later so you don’t run into Shu Ning."

"Tch. Brother’s not even mad?" Luo Shuhe’s mood had clearly improved, her tone now laced with amusement rather than coldness.

"You’re my sister." Gu Luo shrugged, his expression one of utter defeat—as if surrendering to destiny itself.

Luo Shuhe narrowed her eyes. "So does that mean I can do whatever I want?"

"As long as it’s legal and morally acceptable." Gu Luo gave a wry smile. "Besides, haven’t you already been doing whatever you want?"

His smile was pure bitterness.

"Good answer, Brother. +20 favorability points."

"Alright, alright, as long as you don’t fall asleep, anything goes." Gu Luo had no energy left to argue with her; he just wanted to end this chaotic situation as quickly as possible.

"Then I’ll sleep right now."

"......"

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Luo suddenly paused his game, his expression turning serious as he spoke with deliberate emphasis:

"Shu He."

"You can think I’m narcissistic."

"But."

He paused, then enunciated each word clearly:

"Even though you’re very beautiful, you’re just not my type."

"I like gentle girls."

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