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

Throughout the entire process, he didn't comment on the "lap pillow incident" at all! No questioning, no shame or anger, no outburst! He was so calm... as if he wasn't the one who had just been drooling while sleeping on Yela's lap (which he wasn't)!

Yera and Enya exchanged glances, both seeing immense shock and... a hint of... eerie disappointment in each other's eyes. (It seems... the expected drama isn't happening?)

Yera remained seated on the edge of the bed, the lingering warmth and weight of Suri's body pressing against her legs, making her uneasy. Looking at Suri's nonchalant, composed demeanor, the initial, inexplicable flutter and panic in her heart gradually gave way to an indescribable feeling of unease. Was that... all? He...didn't care at all?! Had she been so worried for nothing?!

After her initial surprise, Enya's eyes quickly flashed with a sly and knowing smile. Looking at Suri's "acquiescing" and "enjoying" demeanor, and then at Yela's feigned composure while her ears were flushed, she immediately understood! It seemed... Suri had been completely "tamed"! He had become accustomed to their intimacy, and even... had begun to unconsciously rely on and enjoy it! Good news! Excellent news!

Enya smiled, picked up her teacup, walked over to Suri, and gently nudged him with her shoulder, her tone teasing: "Awake? How was Yela's 'lap pillow service'? Wasn't it much more comfortable than a regular pillow?"

Su Rui was sipping his tea when he heard this, and he paused, a barely perceptible blush creeping up his ears. He glanced at Enya and let out a very soft, slightly awkward hum through his nose: "...It's alright. The tea is good." He skillfully avoided the sensitive topic of "lap pillows" and shifted the focus to the butter tea.

But this vague "not bad" sounded to Yela like... a tacit affirmation?! Her heart raced even faster! A faint smile, almost imperceptible to herself, flickered in her dark eyes?

Enya's smile widened. She looked at Yera, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and winked. "Yera, thank you for your hard work~ It seems your 'massage skills' are quite well-received~"

Yera blushed even more at Enya's teasing. She stood up abruptly, stiffly straightening the hem of her maid outfit, which didn't really need straightening. She replied in a curt tone, "It's my duty." Then, she quickly walked to the window, turned her back to the two of them, and pretended to admire the snow scene outside. However, her slightly reddened ears betrayed her inner turmoil.

After finishing his butter tea, Suri picked up a piece of tsampa and ate it in small bites. He seemed to be enjoying his tea and snacks attentively, but out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at Yera's straight but slightly stiff back by the window, and then at Enya beside him with a bright smile.

That strange, warm feeling, as if something was filling my heart, welled up again.

It seems... this way... is pretty good?

He lowered his head, concealing the barely perceptible, faint smile that even he himself was unaware of... at the corner of his mouth.

In the tranquil afternoon, the aroma of yak butter tea wafted through the air. A anticipated "storm" vanished without a trace, replaced by a deeper, unspoken intimacy and understanding. Suri's "bottom line," faced with delicious food, massage, and…something terrifyingly powerful called "habit," seemed to have…completely disappeared? And the icy fortress in Yela's heart seemed to…have a tiny crack appearing?

Time flies, the snow outside the window remains the same, but life inside the Kjerag Monastery seems to be slowed down, flowing with a tranquil and warm rhythm of seclusion. Ever since Suri (the snow leopard version) "settled" in his unique form with his furry ears and tail, life in this ancient monastery has quietly undergone some kind of... subtle yet earth-shattering change.

The most noticeable changes are in the three core spaces: the meditation room, the study, and the bedroom. The original solemn and even slightly austere atmosphere has been replaced by an indescribable sense of warmth and comfort, reminiscent of home, and a "pet-friendly" (?) languid feeling.

The largest couch in the meditation room, closest to the fireplace, had become Suri's "personal throne." Most of the time, he would lounge on it like a lazy, large feline, in an extremely relaxed, even somewhat "boneless" posture. Sometimes he would lie on his side, cradling his fluffy tail in his arms, his chin resting on the tip of the tail; sometimes he would lie on his back, limbs outstretched, his robe (Yela later had several specially altered to leave openings for the tail) slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone; most of the time, he would recline, one leg bent, the other casually stretched out, holding his portable terminal that seemed to be with him at all times, his silver hair hanging messily over his forehead, his obsidian-like eyes focused (or perhaps, blank?) on the screen, his fingertips occasionally swiping.

Volume 18, Chapter 1122: Enya's Work

The content he watched was incredibly diverse, ranging from obscure Originium Arts diagrams and complex weapon structure analyses to simple, seemingly boring games meant to kill time, and even... occasionally, he would come across videos about Siesta tourism or dessert making (though he would immediately swipe away with a frown). He rarely made a sound, simply remaining quiet, like a dynamic, pleasing image of a handsome young man lying still.

However, this "still picture" became the most vivid backdrop and... stress reliever in Enya and Yera's lives.

Between handling tedious academic tasks and studying those ancient scriptures that made her dizzy, Enya would unconsciously look up, her gaze passing over the heavy pages and landing on the figure on the soft couch. When she saw Suri's profile, so engrossed (or lost in thought), his snow leopard ears twitching slightly with the content on the screen, and his large tail unconsciously swaying gently at the edge of the couch, a gentle smile would involuntarily bloom in her lake-blue eyes, and the fatigue and irritability caused by official duties in her heart would seem to be soothed instantly.

She would put down her pen or close her scroll, and tiptoe to the soft couch. Suri usually wouldn't notice her approach immediately, still lost in her own world. At this moment, Enya would reach out her warm, soft hand, very naturally and with a touch of affection, and gently... pinch Suri's cheek, which looked incredibly soft to the touch.

"What are you looking at? You seem so engrossed." Her voice was soft, like a feather brushing against the skin.

Su Rui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and he let out a muffled, annoyed hum from his nose: "...Hmph." But he didn't flinch, nor did he bother to look away from the screen. He merely frowned slightly, indicating, "I understand. You may leave."

Enya didn't mind at all; in fact, she found his awkwardness incredibly endearing. Her fingers would slide down his cheek to his earlobes, gently kneading his furry ears. Suri's ears were extremely sensitive; when pinched, they would twitch uncontrollably, and the tips would quickly turn red. But he still... didn't react strongly? At most, he would impatiently shake his head, or use his free hand to slap away Enya's "mischievous" hand, muttering vaguely, "...Stop it." His tone was stiff, but lacked any real threat.

More often than not, when Enya's kneading pressure was just right, bringing a comfortable and relaxing feeling, Suri would even... unconsciously, like a cat that had been stroked and felt comfortable, slightly turn his head and rub his ear closer to Enya's palm! He would make an extremely subtle, satisfied purr in his throat! Although this action was as quick as lightning, and he would immediately put on a stern face and pretend that nothing had happened after he realized it, that moment of "cooperation" was enough to make Enya's heart flutter, making her feel that all her efforts were worthwhile.

The same thing happened to Yela.

Although Yera mostly remained silent in fulfilling her duty as a guard, staying close to Enya like a shadow, her gaze increasingly and uncontrollably drifted towards the figure on the soft couch. When she saw the almost imperceptible smile on Suri's face as she finished the game, or the disgusted wrinkle on her nose at seeing something she didn't like, a trace of the usual coldness in her dark eyes would quietly melt away.

Sometimes, she would silently carry a freshly brewed cup of perfectly warm black tea, or a plate of freshly baked savory snacks that Suri seemed to prefer, to the soft couch and gently place it on the low table. Suri would usually only glance at it out of the corner of his eye, let out a muffled "hmm" as a thank you, and then continue looking at his terminal.

Yera wouldn't say much. After putting down her things, she would stand to the side and watch quietly for a while. Then... her hand would very "casually," and purposefully... reach for Suri's large, always bewildered tail behind her!

She would grab the middle of the tail and begin meticulously combing the slightly messy long fur with her calloused yet exceptionally nimble fingers. Her movements carried a "professional" seriousness and... an undeniable forcefulness. At first, Suri would stiffen abruptly, the fur on her tail instantly bristling, her dark eyes glaring sharply at Yella, spitting out a warning through gritted teeth: "...Let go!"

But Yera ignored him completely and continued her "care work." After several attempts, Suri seemed to... give up resisting? Or perhaps... get used to it? Or even... become a little... addicted? Because Yera's brushing technique was truly first-rate! Her fingertips gliding over the hair follicles brought an indescribable feeling of comfort, effectively relieving the fatigue from sitting for long periods.

So, it got to the point where, when Yera's hand touched his tail, Suri would at most stiffen for a moment, and then... nothing more! He would let Yera manipulate his tail, and even... when Yera combed it to a particularly comfortable spot, his bushy tail would unconsciously, like a real cat's tail, actively and gently... wrap around Yera's wrist! The tip of his tail would even rub against the back of her hand a couple of times, as if trying to please her!

At these moments, the lines at the corners of Yela's perpetually icy face would soften almost imperceptibly, and a fleeting emotion, something akin to "satisfaction," would flash across her dark eyes. Although she would quickly regain her expressionless face, her aura of unapproachability would subtly ease considerably.

What surprised and pleased Enya and Yera the most was that Suri's mood seemed to directly affect his acceptance of "intimate contact".

When he finishes a challenging game, reads an interesting weapon review, or simply... eats and drinks his fill, basks in the sun, and feels lazy, his mood noticeably improves. Specifically, the "don't mess with me" aura around him dissipates, his brow relaxes, and even a faint, almost imperceptible smile appears at the corners of his mouth.

On such an auspicious occasion, if Enya or Yela were to rub his ears or comb his tail, Suri's reaction would be...exceptionally "docile"! Not only would he not resist, but he would also obediently tilt his head slightly or adjust the angle of his tail to make it easier for them to "serve" him! The gurgling sounds in his throat would also be clearer and longer! Even...occasionally! Very occasionally! When he's in a particularly good mood, he might even take the initiative to do some...amazingly affectionate things!

Volume 18, Chapter 1123: So Clingy

For example, once, Enya was reading him an interesting travelogue while gently stroking his ear. Suri was listening intently, in a pleasant mood, and unexpectedly… like a playful kitten, he nuzzled Enya's palm with the top of his head! Although he immediately realized what he'd done, his face flushed red, and he buried his head in his tail, that fleeting moment of initiative was enough to make Enya exclaim in delight!

Another time, when Yela was grooming his tail, she found a small knot in his fur and was carefully trying to untangle it. Suri was probably being pampered too much, because he actually… tucked his tail further into Yela's hand, letting out a soft, urging "Hmm?" sound! The sound was soft and sweet, with a slight nasal tone, making Yela's hand tremble, almost pulling the tail fur off! She looked at Suri in shock with her dark eyes, only to see him with his eyes closed, feigning sleep with an expression of "I don't know anything," only his bright red ear tips betraying his inner turmoil.

These subtle, proactive displays of intimacy, though brief and rare, were as sweet as honey, melting into Enya and Yera's hearts. They knew that this awkward, proud, and prickly boy was, in his own way, slowly, little by little, accepting them, trusting them, and even... depending on them.

A silent, profound bond grows quietly and flourishes in the seemingly ordinary daily companionship and interaction. In the meditation room, the fireplace glows warmly, and the aroma of tea wafts through the air. Enya may be reading, Yela may be standing quietly, and Suri may be playing with her device. But what flows in the air is a peaceful and happy atmosphere called "home."

Suri remained taciturn, still occasionally letting out a "humph" to express her dissatisfaction, and still scoffing at sweets. But Enya and Yera both knew that this "soul from another land" with animal ears and a tail was no longer a "foreigner" to be wary of or a "traitor" to be protected. He had become an indispensable, warmest, softest, and... most... irresistible part of their lives.

And what about Suri himself? He might never admit it, but he has indeed adapted to this life of being "domesticated" and "pampered." He's adapted to Enya's gentle nagging and Yera's silent protection, to the comfort of having his ears pinched and his tail combed, and even... starting to enjoy this... feeling of being cared for and meticulously looked after?

Of course, it would be even more perfect if they could pinch his cheeks less often and disturb him less during crucial moments of his gaming! Suri thought smugly to himself as he enjoyed Yella's "tail care." Then, unconsciously, he let out a satisfied purr.

Beneath this seemingly peaceful daily routine, subtle changes are quietly brewing, like undercurrents. The most noticeable of these is Yela.

This "maid" (deity), usually as cold and hard as an iceberg and as silent as a shadow, seemed to have her icy exterior gradually melted by something warm in their daily interactions. She remained unsmiling and maintained a distance from everything except Enya, but her gaze lingered on the silver-haired boy for longer and longer periods. She observed his subtle expressions, noted his preferences (such as his dislike of sweets, preference for salty foods, and extraordinary interest in Originium Arts and weapon structures), and even... unconsciously began to do things... that were completely out of character and tinged with "selfish motives."

For example, right now.

It was a rare quiet afternoon. Enya had been summoned by several elders to discuss a trivial matter concerning border trade and wouldn't be back for a while. Only Yera and Suri remained in the meditation room. The fire in the fireplace burned quietly, making a soft crackling sound. Outside the window, fine snowflakes fell silently, painting the world a pure white.

As usual, Suri was curled up on the soft couch by the fireplace, leaning against the plush cushions, his long legs casually crossed. He had changed into a set of relatively loose and comfortable dark blue loungewear, his signature long, bushy snow leopard tail peeking out from under the hem and lazily draping over the edge of the couch, its tip swaying unconsciously. He was intently focused on the terminal screen in his hands, his brow slightly furrowed, his fingers rapidly sliding across the virtual buttons, clearly immersed in an intense (virtual) battle. His obsidian-like eyes gleamed with focused concentration, occasionally narrowing almost imperceptibly after narrowly dodging an attack, or curving his lips into a slight smile after a successful counterattack. He was completely absorbed in his own world, oblivious to everything around him.

As usual, Yera stood quietly in the shadows of the corner of the meditation room, like a lifeless statue. But her gaze did not sweep around warily as usual; instead, it was fixed firmly and unblinkingly on the figure on the soft couch, as if drawn by a magnet.

She gazed at Suri's focused and...vivid profile. Sunlight streamed through the window, dancing on his silver hair and long eyelashes, outlining his delicate features. His fluffy snow leopard ears, tense (in the game), twitched slightly forward, occasionally catching any non-existent sound in the air. He exuded a...vibrant and captivating life force, incongruous with the silent, ancient monastery, yet strangely...integrated into it.

A strong, irresistible urge, like a vine, quietly coiled around Yera's heart. A desire to... get close to him, touch him, and feel that vibrant warmth.

This desire became especially strong and... audacious when Enya was not around.

A flicker of struggle crossed Yera's dark eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute determination bordering on despair. She took a deep breath and, like a master stealth operator, silently... took her first step.

Her movements were so light and silent, like melting snow sliding across ice. Slowly, step by step, she leaned against the soft couch.

Su Rui remained completely oblivious, his entire focus concentrated on the battle unfolding on the screen.

Yera stopped beside the couch. She looked down at Suri, who was so close to her. He tilted his head back slightly, his neck forming a graceful curve, his Adam's apple bobbing gently in his concentration. Yera's heart began to race uncontrollably.

She hesitated for only a moment. Then, she did something that surprised even herself—

Volume 18, Chapter 1124: A sneak attack, a lack of martial ethics.

Yera sat down very naturally, sideways, on the edge of the couch, close to Suri. Then, she stretched out her arms, with an extremely gentle yet undeniably forceful gesture, carefully... from the side, and pulled Suri... into her embrace!

Her movements were quick yet steady, without disturbing the terminal in Su Rui's hand. She let Su Rui's back rest against her chest, his head gently nestled on her slightly thin yet exceptionally strong shoulders. Her chin almost touched Su Rui's snow leopard ears, which trembled slightly from the sudden closeness.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Suri: "!!!"

The moment he was pulled into a cool, fragrant embrace, Su Rui's muscles tensed instantly! His actions in the game froze for a split second! He abruptly raised his head, a flicker of surprise and...displeasure at being interrupted flashing in his dark eyes, his sharp gaze instantly shooting towards...Yela's face, which was inches away!

Their eyes met! The air seemed to freeze!

Yera's heart skipped a beat! She could almost foresee Suri's fur standing on end and her scolding! She was even prepared to be pushed away or slapped in the face by his tail!

However, to her surprise—

The surprise and displeasure in Su Rui's eyes receded quickly like the tide, replaced by a... extremely brief confusion, and... a... "It's you again?" understanding? And... a trace of... "How annoying!" helplessness?

After his initial stiffness, his body surprisingly...didn't struggle immediately?! He merely frowned slightly, glanced at Yella with his dark eyes, and then...extremely naturally, as if simply adjusting his posture...lowered his head and gently rubbed his cheek...against Yella's shoulder!?

Yes! It rubbed against me! Just like a cat marking its scent on a familiar person and finding the most comfortable spot! The movement was natural and fluid, carrying a kind of... affectionate dependence?!

After he finished, he acted as if nothing had happened, refocusing his attention on the terminal screen in his hand, his fingers flying across the keyboard again! However… his body, very “honestly” and relaxed, leaned against Yella’s chest, even unconsciously adjusting the position of his head so that Yella’s shoulder could better support his neck, making it easier for him to see the screen! Throughout the entire process, he didn’t say a word, not even a single “humph” of dissatisfaction!

Yela: "!!!"

She was completely stunned! Her dark eyes were filled with unbelievable shock and... a huge, overwhelming... ecstasy?! He... he didn't resist?! He even... nuzzled against me?! He... he accepted my embrace?!

An indescribable warmth instantly washed away all of Yela's anxiety and nervousness! She felt her cheeks burning, her heart pounding wildly in her chest! She looked down at the boy in her arms, who seemed to be using her as a "human cushion," at his focused profile, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric of his clothes, and... those furry ears so close to hers, trembling slightly with the game's sound effects...

An unprecedented, immense sense of satisfaction and...happiness completely overwhelmed her!

She cautiously and tentatively tightened her arms around Suri. Suri didn't react, remaining focused on his game, only leaning closer to her in a more relaxed manner.

Yera grew bolder. Her free hand, slowly and with a slight tremor, rose and gently... landed on the soft snow leopard ears on Suri's head.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, and when they touched his warm ear, Su Rui's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and his character in the game also made a mistake. He clicked his tongue impatiently, but... he still didn't dodge! Instead, as if to compensate for the mistake, he focused even more intently on his game, as if... Yera's caress was just an insignificant background distraction?

A strange sweetness welled up in Yela's heart. She began to gently, rhythmically, knead Suri's earlobes and auricles with her fingertips. Her movements were clumsy, yet filled with an immense, tender care. She could feel Suri's ears growing slightly warm under her fingertips, hear his slightly rapid breathing from the tension of the game, and smell the clean, fresh scent of his hair...

All of this gave her an unprecedented sense of peace and...belonging.

Suri seemed... to be completely unafraid of her intimacy? Even... tacitly consenting? Enjoying it? Although he still maintained a cold "don't touch me" demeanor on the surface, his body's instinctive reactions—that relaxed leaning, that unconscious rubbing, that ear that didn't resist the caresses—betrayed his true feelings.

In Yela's dark eyes, the ice and snow completely melted away, replaced by a... almost devout tenderness. She lowered her head, gently pressing her cheek against Suri's silver hair, feeling its soft touch. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, as if to forever etch this moment of warmth and happiness into the depths of her soul.

Inside the meditation room, only the game sound effects, the crackling of the fireplace, and the steady, intertwined breathing of the two remained. Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the two in a warm glow. Yera held Suri as if he were a priceless treasure that had been lost and found again; while Suri nestled comfortably in his "human cushion's" embrace, continuing his "conquest."

A silent, profound intimacy and tacit understanding blossomed quietly in the still afternoon. Yera knew that this stolen time alone, away from Enya, was her most precious secret and…her sweetest solace. And Suri…he seemed to have long since grown accustomed to Yera's occasional "surprises" and "hugs," and even…was beginning to…enjoy them?

After all, who wouldn't like a soft, warm "human-shaped cushion" that even comes with a massage function? As long as... it doesn't disturb his game. Su Rui thought to himself with a touch of pride as he dodged a fatal blow, but his body honestly snuggled even closer into Yela's arms.

Time flowed quietly like a gentle stream across the secluded paradise of Mount Kjerag. Life within the monastery, catalyzed by the unexpected arrival of Suri (the snow leopard version), had long since shed its initial awkwardness and tentativeness, entering a phase of… utterly natural, even blissfully intimate, growth. The initial barriers of unfamiliarity and wariness had melted away completely in the daily companionship, feeding, and gentle caresses, replaced by a deep-seated familiarity and… an unspoken understanding.

Volume 18, Chapter 1125: He could have been cured directly, but he chose a band-aid.

Suri's presence was like a fluffy, warm stone thrown into a calm lake, creating layers of warm and vibrant ripples in Enya and Yera's otherwise routine and almost rigid lives. He himself seemed to have completely adapted to this state of being "domesticated," and even... unconsciously began to enjoy the feeling of being "held in the palm of the hand" by two powerful women.

The most obvious evidence is the increasing and more natural... intimate gestures between him and Yela.

At first, it was just Yela's one-sided "ambush" and "service," with Suri passively accepting it, occasionally expressing her dissatisfaction with a cold snort and a tail wag. But from some point on, Suri also began... to respond! Although these responses were extremely subtle and had a strong "saying one thing but doing another" feel to them, in the eyes of those who were paying attention (especially Enya), they were nothing short of... earth-shattering!

For example, when Yera, as usual, silently placed a cup of perfectly warm black tea on the low table next to Suri, Suri no longer merely glanced at it and gave a vague "hmm." He would... very naturally, without looking up, extend his free hand and lightly touch the back of Yera's hand with his fingertips! The movement was as quick as lightning, a fleeting touch, as if it were just an accident. But that warm, brief skin-to-skin contact made Yera's heart skip a beat! A flash of disbelief would quickly appear in her dark eyes! As for Suri himself, he would immediately straighten his face, pretending nothing had happened, and continue staring at his terminal screen, only... a suspicious blush would quietly rise at the base of his ears.

For example, when Yela stood behind him and subconsciously reached out to comb his slightly messy silver hair, Suri no longer stiffly dodged or impatiently slapped her hand away. He would... almost imperceptibly, slightly tilt his head, bringing his fluffy head... a little closer to Yela's palm! To make it easier for her to comb! He would even make an extremely subtle, satisfied gurgling sound in his throat! Although he would immediately revert to his "aloof" posture when Yela's fingers left, even shaking his head in disgust, that moment of "accommodation" was enough to melt the ice on Yela's icy face, and the corners of her mouth would involuntarily turn up.

For example, once, while Yera was cleaning her weapon, she accidentally cut her fingertip on the sharp edge, drawing a tiny bead of blood. Before she could even treat it, Suri, who was curled up on the sofa playing games, suddenly looked up as if he had eyes in the back of his head! His dark eyes sharply swept over Yera's hand, and his brows furrowed instantly! Almost instinctively, he dropped his terminal and rushed over! He grabbed Yera's wrist roughly, but his eyes held a hint of... tension and... anger that he himself didn't realize?! He stared at the small wound, squeezing out a "...clumsy!" through gritted teeth. Then, extremely awkwardly, he pulled a clean band-aid with a cute cartoon pattern (?!) from his pocket (heaven knows why he always carried one), and stiffly but carefully... applied it to Yera's wound! After doing all this, he abruptly released his grip as if burned, his ears turning red, and grumbled, "Be careful next time!" before fleeing back to the sofa, burying his face in his tail, pretending nothing had happened. Yera was left alone, standing there with her finger covered in a cartoon band-aid, her dark eyes filled with immense shock and… a burning warmth that almost overwhelmed her. That afternoon, Yera, for the first time ever… giggled at her finger for a whole hour.

These subtle, subconscious acts of care and affection, imbued with Suri's awkward style, seeped into Yela's heart, frozen for so long, like a gentle spring rain. The chill around her gradually dissipated, and her gaze towards Suri shifted from initial wariness and scrutiny to an almost undisguised tenderness, indulgence, and a hint of almost obsessive focus. She would even... secretly, very lightly... trace his sleeping features with her fingertips; or, when he was engrossed in something, gaze quietly and intently at his profile, her dark eyes filled with a deep love she herself was unaware of.

All of this, of course, did not escape Enya's eyes.

At first, Enya was happy to see it happen. She was pleased with Yera's change and relieved that Suri could accept Yera. She even felt a sense of accomplishment, like "her own proud cat finally letting a stranger pet it." But gradually... a subtle, bittersweet feeling, similar to... "having a toy stolen"... jealousy began to grow and spread in her heart.

Why can Yera have so many "little secrets" with Suri? Why is Suri so receptive to Yera's "services"? Even... actively caring for Yera?! That Band-Aid incident made Enya feel sour for days! She's a saint! She was the first to lend a helping hand to Suri! She's Suri's most "official" "owner"! How come now... Yera seems more like the "special" one?

Especially when she returned to the meditation room exhausted after finishing her official duties, and saw Yela sitting naturally next to Suri, one hand grooming Suri's tail fur and the other hand feeding Suri a snack (Suri actually ate it from her hand! Although she looked disgusted!), while Suri leaned lazily against Yela, half-closing her eyes and making comfortable gurgling sounds in her throat... Enya felt her jealousy completely overturned!

That scene...it was too jarring! It was almost like...like a perfectly in sync...couple?! And what about her? What was she?! A bystander?!

No! Absolutely not! Suri belongs to "everyone"! ...No, Suri is...hers! She discovered her first! She "raised" her!

Driven by a strong sense of crisis and possessiveness, Enya began her counterattack!

Thus, a silent drama of vying for favor began to unfold within the monastery!

Just as Yera was about to hand Suri tea, Enya would "coincidentally" appear, take the teacup with a sweet smile, personally feed it to Suri's lips, and ask in a voice so gentle it could melt your heart, "Suri~ are you tired? I've learned a new massage technique, shall I massage your shoulders?" Then, without saying a word, she would push Yera aside and put her hands on Suri's shoulders.

When Yera subconsciously tries to straighten Suri's collar, Enya will "accidentally" bump into Yera, and then say to Suri with an "apology" look, "Oh dear, I'm sorry Suri, let me help you~" She then personally smooths out the wrinkles in Suri's collar, her fingertips "unintentionally" brushing against his collarbone, making Suri's ears turn red.

Volume 18, Chapter 1126: Haven't you had enough? Wrong, wrong.

When Yera wanted to sit next to Suri and watch him play games, Enya would preemptively plop down between them, affectionately hug Suri's arm (ignoring Suri's stiff movements), rest her head on his shoulder, and say in a coquettish tone, "Suri~ this game looks really fun~ can you teach me?" completely blocking Yera's view.

The most "outrageous" time was when Enya even... at night, carrying her pillow and blanket, barged directly into Yera's room (which was also where Suri temporarily slept), and said with a straight face, "It's too cold tonight! I want to sleep with you! It'll be warmer if we squeeze together!" Then she forced her way onto the already cramped hard bed, sleeping between Suri and Yera, holding Suri's hand with her left hand and deliberately putting her right leg on Yera's leg, making Yera's face turn ashen with anger, but she couldn't retaliate because of her status as a saintess.

Surrounded by Enya, who had a sweet smile but a murderous look in her eyes, and Yera, who had a cold face and a low-pressure aura, on his right, Suri felt completely overwhelmed! He tried to struggle and escape this "battlefield," but Enya held him tightly, and although Yera didn't make a move, her eyes... made him dare not act rashly.

"Have you guys...enough already?!" Suri finally couldn't take it anymore and protested through gritted teeth, "It's so crowded! It's so hot! I want to sleep by myself!"

"No way!" Enya and Yela objected in unison! They exchanged a glance, their eyes sparking with fury!

Enya: "Suri's afraid of the dark! She'll have nightmares if she sleeps alone!" (Suri: ??? When did I become afraid of the dark?!)

Yera: "The temperature drops at night, and sleeping alone can easily make you catch a cold. You'll need someone to look after you." (Suri: ...I'm perfectly healthy!)

Suri: "..." He stared at the ceiling in despair, feeling not "pampered," but... "imprisoned"! What's wrong with these two women?!

Ultimately, this "battle for the bed" ended with Suri being forcibly sandwiched between the two. Suri lay in the middle, utterly dejected, with Enya's fragrant, soft body on her left and Yera's cool, resilient body on her right. She felt like a meat patty being fried on both sides! Shameful! So incredibly shameful!