Ark Simulator, don't I have no physical form?

But... for some reason, seeing Enya perk up a little because of his presence, the displeasure he felt from being "forced to accompany her in her studies" seemed to... fade a little? At least, it was a tiny bit more pleasing to the eye than seeing her frowning and forcing herself to stay awake while facing the scriptures alone?

He continued looking down at the terminal, but his ears involuntarily perked up, trying to catch Enya's voice as she read. When she mispronounced a syllable or hesitated, he would furrow his brow almost imperceptibly; when her voice softened or her pace slowed due to fatigue, he would subconsciously lower the volume of his own hands on the terminal…

A strange, silent understanding flowed quietly in the study. The background sounds of Enya reciting scriptures, the soft keystrokes on Suri's terminal, and the crackling of burning wood in the fireplace intertwined to create a discordant yet unexpectedly... peaceful melody.

Standing in the shadows by the study door, Yera took it all in. She looked at Enya's face, still weary, yet more vibrant and…dependent? than when she studied alone. Then she glanced at the silver-haired boy on the soft couch, seemingly indifferent, but actually… silently “keeping her company.” A complex emotion flickered in her dark eyes. There was worry, there was wariness, but… there was also a hint of relief that she herself didn't want to admit… Perhaps… with this “little guy” around, the Holy Maiden… could really be a little happier?

Time slipped by unnoticed. When Enya finally finished reading her assigned chapter, closed the scroll, and let out a long sigh of relief, she turned to look at Suri on the soft couch, a genuine, relaxed, and warm smile spreading across her face: "Ah~ I've finally finished reading! Thank you, Suri~ Time flies by so much with you here!"

Volume 18, page 1117: At least better than spacing out.

Suri looked up from the terminal screen, met Enya's bright smile, paused for a moment, then looked away somewhat awkwardly, letting out a very soft, slightly awkward hum from her nose: "...Hmph. Boring." But her tone was far less stiff than before.

He had to admit that although the process was boring, seeing Enya become more relaxed because of his "presence"... that feeling... wasn't so bad? At least, it was better than staring blankly at a wall alone?

Time flowed slowly in the study, warmed by the fireplace and carrying the scent of ink from the scriptures. Enya sat upright at the large mahogany desk, an ancient scroll, heavy enough to be used as a shield, lying open before her. Her lake-blue eyes scanned intently (or rather, feigned intently) the intricate Sherag script, her lips murmuring the difficult prayers and laws. Sunlight streamed through the frost-covered windowpanes, casting dappled shadows on her silvery hair and serene profile, creating a tranquil yet…slightly somber scene.

Not far from her, on a deckchair covered with soft snow wolf fur, Suri (the snow leopard version) was sprawled in an extremely lazy, even "boneless" posture. He had changed into a set of dark gray cotton loungewear that Yela had found somewhere, which fit him relatively well (although he still hadn't considered the tail opening, and his fluffy tail could only awkwardly peek out from under the hem of the clothes, hanging down at the edge of the deckchair), and he looked like a puddle of melting ice cream, yawning listlessly.

"Haa..." A long, weary yawn escaped Su Rui's lips without any attempt to conceal it. His obsidian eyes were half-closed, his gaze unfocused, clearly showing no interest in what Enya was reading. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his portable terminal.

He unlocked the screen and skillfully swiped his fingertips across the virtual keyboard. Instead of looking at those tedious weapon data or tactical analyses, he... tapped on an app with a flashy icon that looked anything but "Suri"—a popular, simple-to-use, and visually stunning flight shooting mobile game among young people on Terra.

"Whoosh—! Bang! Boom!" The intense electronic sound effects and explosions instantly shattered the tranquility of the study! Although Su Rui had "considerately" lowered the volume, the dynamic background music and the sound effects of whistling bullets still formed a stark and discordant contrast with Enya's low and gentle recitation.

Enya paused almost imperceptibly in her reading. She turned her head slightly and glanced at Su Rui, who was sprawled on the recliner, intently (?) staring at the screen, her fingers flying across the keys, her brows slightly furrowed. Instead of displeasure at being disturbed, her lake-blue eyes flashed with a hint of…amusement and…indulgence? She gently shook her head, a helpless yet indulgent smile curving her lips, and then…continued her reading. It was as if Su Rui's gaming sounds were merely some kind of…unique background music?

Even more surprisingly, Enya's one hand remained firmly on the scripture, while her other hand... very naturally, as if she had done it countless times, gently... rested on Suri's large, unsteady tail, which was swaying unconsciously beside her chair!

Her fingertips, warm with her body heat, gently, stroked the soft, smooth fur on Suri's tail. The movement was as natural as breathing, as if stroking Suri's tail had become a... habitual action? Or perhaps... a way to relieve stress?

Suri's reaction was even more intriguing!

If it were before, if Enya had "ambushed" his sensitive area like this, Suri would have definitely jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, protesting in shame and anger! But at this moment, he merely... stiffened for a barely perceptible fraction of a second! He didn't even stop tapping the screen! And then... that was it!

He neither dodged nor protested, not even bothering to give a disgruntled look! He simply adjusted his lying position slightly, making the angle of his tail more comfortable, and then... continued to immerse himself in his "puff puff puff" game world! It was as if Enya wasn't touching a part of his body, but rather a... fluffy, self-heating pillow?!

Even... when Enya frowned slightly and her stroking motion subconsciously paused because she was reading a difficult passage, Suri's tail, which had been obediently being stroked, would... proactively, gently, with the tip of its tail... rub against the back of Enya's hand! The movement was very small, with a hint of impatient urging, as if to say, "Don't stop! Keep stroking!"

Enya felt the furry touch on the back of her hand, and was startled at first, then a gentle and joyful smile instantly bloomed in her lake-blue eyes! She lowered her head and looked at Suri's large tail, which seemed to have its own thoughts, and the caress of her fingertips became even gentler and more loving. She even slightly adjusted her sitting posture so that Suri's tail could rest more comfortably on her thigh.

A silent, utterly natural intimacy flowed between them. Enya recited ancient scriptures, her hand gently stroking the tail of her "large pet" beside her; Suri played a noisy video game, her body relaxed, enjoying her "owner's" grooming. The scene was bizarre, yet... strangely harmonious?

Suri himself probably didn't realize how accustomed he had become to Enya and Yera's "touching." His initial shame, anger, and resistance had long since crumbled under days of "intensive desensitization therapy" (forced) and... a certain degree of "taste-pursuit" (the massage really did feel good!). Now, having his ears touched and his tail brushed was probably like... dessert after a meal? Or... background noise? In short, it was a negligible, even... somewhat enjoyable, part of his daily routine.

His attention was mostly focused on the small plane weaving through a hail of bullets on his phone screen. His movements were precise and his reactions swift, easily dodging wave after wave of enemy attacks, occasionally letting out a few very soft, triumphant clicks of the tongue. Clearly, the game was far more interesting than the scriptures.

Enya would occasionally look up from her scriptures at the "internet addict" beside her. Seeing the slight upturn of his lips when he finished a game, or the almost imperceptible furrowing of his brow when he made a mistake, her mood would lighten. With Suri by her side, even if he was just playing games, his real, vibrant, and down-to-earth presence gave her an unprecedented sense of security and…companionship. The tedium and pressure of studying the scriptures seemed to be significantly lessened.

Volume 18, Chapter 1118: The Lively Holy Mountain

Enya even started to think that the "whoosh, bang, bang" sound effects in Suri's game were actually... kind of lively? Better than deathly silence.

Time slipped by quietly in this wonderful atmosphere of "everyone doing their own thing, not disturbing each other, yet closely connected." When Enya finally finished her daily scripture reading and closed the heavy book, she let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had just fought a tough battle.

She turned her head and found that Suri had put down his terminal sometime earlier, seemingly having finished the game (or perhaps grown tired of it). He was lying on his side on the soft couch, clutching his large tail in his arms, idly twirling the tip of his tail with his fingertips, his dark eyes half-closed, seemingly dozing off. Sunlight streamed through the window, dancing on his silver hair and his slightly trembling snow leopard ears, making him look fluffy, like a large, satiated feline basking in the sun.

Enya's heart melted instantly. She gently rose, walked to the soft couch, knelt down, and asked softly, "Suri? Are you sleepy?"

Suri lazily lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, and made a muffled sound from his throat: "...Hmm. A little." His voice was hoarse and languid, as if he had just woken up.

"Then... go back to your room and get some sleep?" Enya reached out and very naturally... rubbed the snow leopard ears on Suri's head, which were drooping softly from sleepiness.

Suri's body stiffened instinctively for a moment, but then relaxed, even unconsciously nuzzling against Enya's palm like a cat seeking pats. He mumbled, "...Whatever." Then, he closed his eyes, seemingly about to fall asleep.

Enya looked at him, so unguarded and dependent on her, and a smile of immense satisfaction and tenderness appeared on her face. She carefully picked up Suri horizontally (after a few days of "training," her arm strength seemed to have increased?), and Suri only whimpered once, without struggling. Instead, he found a more comfortable position in her arms, rested his head on her shoulder, and continued to sleep.

Enya carried Suri as if she were a precious, fragile object, and walked briskly towards the bedroom. As usual, Yera appeared silently at the door, watching Enya carry Suri in. A complex emotion flashed in her dark eyes, but she ultimately stepped aside.

Gently placing Suri on the bed and tucking him in, Enya sat by the bedside, gazing at Suri's peaceful sleeping face, her heart filled with a serene happiness. She reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs from his forehead, her fingertips lingering on his furry ears.

Suri, still asleep, seemed to sense her touch, letting out a soft, satisfied purr. Her tail curled up unconsciously and gently wrapped around Enya's wrist.

Enya's heart was instantly overwhelmed by a huge, indescribable warmth.

Suddenly, she felt that those tedious scriptures weren't so unbearable after all. Because she knew that when she closed the book, there would always be a furry, awkward yet adorable little "guy" waiting for her. And his companionship was the best reward for her.

Suri smacked her lips in her sleep, as if dreaming of something delicious. Enya couldn't help but chuckle softly.

It seems this "accompanying study" life will continue for quite some time. And Su Rui seems to have unknowingly and completely adapted to this "domesticated" and "pampered"... blissful (?) life? At least, in the face of delicious food and massages, his "morality" and "bottom line" have almost disappeared.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting warm dappled patterns on the thickly carpeted bedroom floor. The air was filled with the delicate scent of calming incense, mixed with… a faint, clean, and refreshing fragrance belonging to Suri (Snow Leopard version). Enya had just settled the sleeping Suri, tucking him in, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze tenderly fixed on his peaceful sleeping face, her fingertips unconsciously twirling a strand of his silver hair that lay scattered on the pillow.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

"Please come in," Enya said softly, looking up.

The door opened silently, and Yela entered carrying an exquisite wooden tray. On the tray lay a pot of steaming butter tea, exuding a rich aroma of milk and tea, and a small dish of freshly baked, golden-brown tsampa pastries garnished with pine nuts and raisins. Her steps were light and almost silent, her dark eyes lowered, her expression as respectful and serene as ever.

"Your Majesty, afternoon tea is ready." Yera gently placed the tray on the low table beside the bed, her voice calm and even.

"Thank you, Yera." Enya gave her a gentle smile, her gaze involuntarily drifting back to the sleeping Suri on the bed, her tone carrying a hint of satisfied laziness, "Suri just fell asleep, she looks like she's sleeping very soundly."

Yera followed Enya's gaze and looked at the figure curled up in the blankets on the bed. Suri lay on his side, his silver hair slightly disheveled against his cheek, his long, thick eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath his eyes, his breathing even and deep. His fluffy snow leopard ears twitched slightly unconsciously in his sleep, appearing exceptionally soft and harmless. Enya's hand was still affectionately and naturally resting on Suri's hair.

Seeing this, a barely perceptible ripple... flickered deep within Yera's dark eyes, which were as calm and still as an ancient well. A trace of extremely subtle emotion, imperceptible even to herself, spread like a pebble thrown into a lake. The Saintess's intimacy and attention towards that "outsider"... seemed to be... increasing. So much so that... even she, her closest guard who had accompanied the Saintess for many years and... (in a sense) her creation, felt a trace of... being neglected... discomfort?

She lowered her eyes, concealing the complex emotions that flashed across them, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "He slept soundly." There was a barely perceptible hint of... bitterness in her voice?

Enya seemed oblivious to the odd tone in Yela's voice, still basking in the comfort of her baby sleeping soundly. She smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's easy to fall asleep when you're tired from playing. With him beside me, reading scriptures doesn't feel so boring."

Enya's unintentional words were like a small thorn, gently pricking Yera's heart. With him by her side...it wasn't so boring anymore? Then...who was by your side before? Yera's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the fingers hidden in her sleeve curled almost imperceptibly.

Volume 18, Chapter 1119: A somewhat childish struggle

Enya stood silently by the bed, not leaving immediately after placing the tea and snacks as usual. Her gaze, almost tangible, fell on Su Rui's peaceful sleeping face, then swept over the pale hand Enya had placed on Su Rui's hair. A strange feeling, tinged with anxiety and...resentment, quietly began to grow in her heart.

Why is it that this guy of unknown origin can so easily gain so much attention and... intimacy from the Holy Maiden? Why can he enjoy the Holy Maiden's care and tenderness so comfortably? While I... can only stand aside like a shadow, silently guarding her?

This emotion came suddenly and intensely, surprising and...disturbing even Yera herself. She was always calm and composed, rarely showing her emotions, let alone this...childish feeling of "competing for favor"? But...she just couldn't control it.

As if guided by fate, Yela took a small step forward, closer to the bedside. Her movement was very subtle, but it still caught Enya's attention.

Enya looked up at Yera with some confusion: "Yera? Is there something else?"

Yera didn't look at Enya; her gaze remained fixed on Suri, her dark eyes gleaming with an indescribable light. She took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and spoke in her unique, slightly cold voice, "He... sleeping like this might not be comfortable. He's prone to a stiff neck."

Enya paused for a moment, then looked down at Su Rui. Su Rui's side-sleeping position was indeed a bit awkward, her neck slightly tilted. "It does seem a little..." She subconsciously reached out to help Su Rui adjust her sleeping position.

However, Yela was faster than her!

Yera, very naturally and even with an undeniable air of authority, bent down and stretched out her hands—one hand gently supporting Suri's nape and shoulder, while the other hand… naturally… very "casually"… covered Suri's furry snow leopard ear on the side closest to her!

Her fingertips were slightly cool. When they touched Su Rui's warm ear, Su Rui unconsciously flinched in her sleep and uttered a muffled murmur.

Enya's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as she stared at Yela's actions in surprise.

Yera seemed oblivious to Enya's surprise. While gently adjusting Suri's sleeping position to make him lie more comfortably, her other hand, which had been covering Suri's ear, did not immediately retract. Instead, it began to knead Suri's earlobe and auricle in a very natural way, with a sense of "inspection" and "soothing."

Her movements weren't exactly gentle; they even carried a bit of Yela's rigid, professional air. But the pressure from her fingertips was just right, as if she were massaging some important acupoint.

Suri seemed to feel comfortable in her sleep, letting out a very soft, satisfied gurgling sound in her throat. Her body subconsciously rubbed against Yella's palm, and her previously tense sleeping posture relaxed.

A fleeting, extremely subtle glint of triumph flashed in Yela's dark eyes! But her face remained expressionless as she calmly explained to Enya, "Massaging the acupoints behind the ears helps with deep sleep and relieves fatigue." The reason was perfectly plausible and impeccable.

Enya blinked, watching Yera's hand "working diligently" on Suri's ear, then looking at Suri's sleeping face, which seemed even more comfortable after being "served," and a strange feeling suddenly rose in her heart. Yera... seems particularly proactive today? And... isn't she being a little too "concerned" about Suri's ear?

Before Enya could figure it out, Yela's next move left her speechless!

After adjusting her sleeping position, Yera didn't immediately sit up and leave. She looked at Suri's sleeping face, which had turned slightly towards her because of the massage, hesitated for only a second, and then… did something that almost made Enya gasp!

She actually... very naturally sat sideways on the edge of the bed! Then, she stretched out her arms and carefully... gently... pulled Suri's upper body into her embrace! Letting Suri's head rest on her thighs, which were dressed in a maid outfit but still had a soft curve to them!

Suri seemed startled by the sudden movement, his brow furrowing slightly, but Yella's hands immediately began to soothe him, kneading his ears and temples even more gently. The familiar "massage service," imbued with Yella's cool aura, was back in effect, and Suri's brow quickly relaxed. He even unconsciously adjusted his head position, finding a more comfortable spot on Yella's lap, and continued to drift off to sleep, his purring even louder.

Yera kept her head down, her black hair falling down and partially obscuring her face, making it impossible to see her expression. But her slightly reddened ears and her back, though still straight, were noticeably more relaxed, revealing her inner...unease? and...a hint of...satisfaction?

Enya was completely stunned! She opened her mouth, staring at the extremely... bizarre yet... heartwarming (?) scene before her—Yela sat upright, with a serious expression that said "I'm on official business," but in her arms she was holding the sleeping Suri, her hands expertly giving him a "head massage"? And Suri, like a cat that had found its nest, was resting his head on the "ice maid's" lap without any defenses, enjoying "top-notch service"?

What... what's going on?! Is Yera... possessed by something?! Or... does she actually... like Suri too? She's just too shy to show it usually?

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Enya's heart. There was surprise, confusion, but more than anything... an indescribable... relief and... amusement? Looking at Yera's feigned composure, though her ears were flushed, and then at Suri's seemingly harmless sleeping face, she suddenly felt... this... wasn't so bad after all?

Instead of being angry or jealous, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Yera's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. Her dark eyes glanced quickly at Enya before darting away again. She explained in a stiff tone, "This...this helps him breathe more easily. And...my legs...are a little firmer than the pillow, which is good for his cervical spine." Her explanation was weak and feeble, a mere attempt to cover up the truth.

Enya suppressed a laugh, nodded, and said teasingly, "Yeah, Yela, you're so thoughtful~ You're so good to Suri~" She emphasized the words "so good".

Volume 18, Chapter 1120: I'm Not Angry Anymore

Yera's ears turned even redder. She pursed her lips and stopped talking, focusing intently on continuing her "massage" as if it were a sacred mission.

Enya smiled and shook her head, deciding not to disturb their "strange" time together. She picked up the butter tea Yera had brought, poured herself a cup, and sipped it slowly, the warm, fragrant liquid sliding down her throat. Looking at the harmonious scene of the "cold-faced maid and the sleeping snow leopard" beside the bed, she felt a sense of peace and warmth fill her heart.

Perhaps... Yera also needs a "friend" like Suri to melt her frozen shell? And Suri seems to enjoy Yera's "services" quite a bit?

And so, a peculiar scene unfolded in the bedroom that afternoon: Enya was leisurely sipping afternoon tea, Yera was "seriously" hugging Suri as a "human pillow" and "massage object," while Suri, surrounded by the two women, slept soundly, completely unaware that she had become the center of a "battle for favor" (?).

A delicate and balanced atmosphere of "three's company" quietly formed amidst the aroma of butter tea and Suri's soft gurgling. And Yera's slight jealousy seemed to dissipate subtly in the face of Suri's unconscious dependence and Enya's accommodating smile, transforming into something... more complex, carrying a protective... sense of intimacy?

I wonder what kind of expression Suri will have when she wakes up and finds herself resting her head on Yela's lap, having been "served" for so long? I imagine... it will be another chaotic scene, right?

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting warm, languid dappled light into the bedroom. The air was filled with the rich aroma of yak butter tea, the subtle fragrance of calming incense, and an indescribable, peaceful, and cozy atmosphere that blended the scents of the three of them together.

Suri (Snow Leopard version) slowly awoke from her deep sleep in an unprecedented, extremely comfortable and reassuring feeling. Her consciousness floated like it was on a warm ocean, gradually returning to its senses. The first thing she felt was a soft touch on the back of her head, with just the right amount of cool body temperature, and... a familiar, unique scent of Yera, carrying the cool metallic and leather aroma, lingering around her nose.

He groggily moved his head, his cheek unconsciously rubbing against the soft, springy "pillow" supporting him, letting out a satisfied, sleepy gurgle. The texture of this "pillow"... was quite unique. It wasn't as soft and yielding as a feather pillow, nor as uncomfortable as a hard bed; it possessed a... resilient and reliable support, and a hint of... pleasant, cool fragrance.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a cool, calloused hand gently, almost imperceptibly, combing through the slightly messy silver hair on his forehead. The fingertips would occasionally brush against his scalp, bringing a comfortable, tingling sensation. The other hand rested firmly on his shoulder, radiating a reassuring warmth.

He cherished the feeling of being completely enveloped and treated with tenderness, and didn't even want to wake up. Like a truly satisfied feline, he enjoyed a rare moment of laziness on his "master's" lap.

A few more minutes passed before he reluctantly and slowly opened his eyes. His obsidian-like eyes were misty with the light of waking, and his vision was somewhat blurry. He blinked, adjusting to the light, and then... somewhat sluggishly... raised his head.

What came into view was Yela's profile, so close to his, with its hard lines that now seemed somewhat...soft? She was looking down slightly, her dark eyes lowered, long eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath them, her expression focused and...calm? Her fingers were still resting on his hair.

Suri's brain went blank for about three seconds.

Yela? A lap pillow? I... fell asleep on Yela's lap?!

This realization hit him like a bucket of ice water, instantly jolting him awake! Memories flooded back like a tidal wave—he was reading with Enya, then playing games, and then… he fell asleep? And then… how did he end up on Yela's lap?!

Based on his usual personality, he should have jumped up immediately, bristled, and questioned her indignantly, or at least... lashed out with his tail at this "audacious" woman who dared to use him as a lap pillow!

However, to everyone's (including his own) surprise, after the initial shock and stiffness, Suri actually...did not immediately react!

He merely frowned slightly, a hint of confusion and… a subtle, almost imperceptible, lingering affection flashing in his dark eyes? Yera's lap pillow… seemed… quite comfortable? And her scalp massage technique… was surprisingly professional? It made him sleep very soundly and peacefully.

He even... subconsciously, rubbed gently against that soft "pillow" again! Like a cat stretching after waking up, with a hint of coquetry and confirming its territory! A muffled, satisfied purr escaped his throat once more!

This subtle, almost instinctive gesture of intimacy caused Yera, who was looking down, to stiffen almost imperceptibly! Her fingers, which were combing through Su Rui's hair, abruptly stopped, and her dark eyes snapped upwards, staring incredulously at the boy resting on her lap! When she met Su Rui's eyes—still sleepy, yet not angry, but rather somewhat confused and…dependent? (or perhaps it was just her imagination?)—Yera felt her heart skip a beat! An indescribable heat instantly rushed to her cheeks and ears! She could even feel her cheeks burning!

He...he wasn't angry? Instead...he rubbed against me?!

Standing by the low table beside the bed, holding a cup of butter tea and watching this scene with a smile, Enya's mouth dropped open in surprise. The scene she had envisioned—"Suri getting angry, Yera being embarrassed, and Enya trying to smooth things over"—didn't happen! Suri's reaction... was terrifyingly calm! Even... somewhat... docile?!

Is this... is this still the same awkward Suri who always says "Hmph," "So annoying," and "Go away"?! Did she change her personality after taking a nap?!

Suri seemed to realize that his behavior was a bit...too "natural"? He snapped back to reality, a slightly unnatural blush crossing his face, and awkwardly looked away. He shifted slightly, trying to sit up.

Yela sensed his intention and, almost reflexively, slightly loosened her grip on his shoulder. But her other hand instinctively... gently supported his back, helping him to sit up. The movement was natural and fluid, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Volume 18, Chapter 1121: Suri's Seat

Suri sat up straight, rubbed his still sleepy eyes, and yawned slightly. He glanced at Yela, who was right next to him, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes somewhat darting around, and then at Enya, who had a "see a ghost" expression on her face. The grogginess he felt after just waking up was replaced by a... inexplicable embarrassment and a... sense of "what's done is done" composure.

Why get angry? It doesn't seem necessary. They kindly offered you a pillow (though their motives are questionable), gave you a massage, and you slept quite comfortably... If you get angry now, it seems like you're being ungrateful. Besides... making a scene is exhausting.

Forget it... better to avoid trouble. Anyway... I'm used to being touched, and resting my head on your lap... doesn't seem like a big deal? Su Rui quickly found a way to save face in her mind.

So, under the tense (?) and expectant (?) gazes of Yela and Enya, Suri simply stretched expressionlessly! She moved her somewhat stiff neck, and then... very naturally, as if nothing had happened, she threw off the covers and got out of bed.

He walked barefoot on the soft carpet, not even glancing at the two women with complicated expressions behind him, and went straight to the low table where butter tea and snacks were placed.

He picked up an empty cup and poured himself a steaming cup of butter tea. The rich aroma of milk and tea wafted up. He raised the cup to his lips and took a small sip. The warm, salty, and milky liquid slid down his throat, dispelling the last trace of sleepiness and bringing a satisfying warmth.

"Mmm..." He let out a barely perceptible sigh of satisfaction, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, like a cat that had been stroked comfortably. He even... stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the milk skin that clung to his lips.