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

However… after the initial extreme discomfort and shame… enveloped by the two's even breathing and warm body temperature… Suri actually… slowly… fell asleep?! And… slept quite soundly?! She even… unconsciously… snuggled closer to the warmer Enya? And feeling at ease because of Yela's familiar scent, she even accidentally rubbed her foot against Yela's calf?

When Su Rui woke up the next morning, looking at the two "female demons" sleeping soundly on either side of her, her feelings were extremely complicated. She was overwhelmed with shame, but...it didn't seem so unbearable? She was even...somewhat...accustomed to it?

Enya and Yera, through Suri's unconscious intimacy, each found some degree of "comfort" and "sense of victory"? Although the "war" was far from over, a peculiar, three-way "balance" seemed to have quietly been established amidst this childish "jealousy."

Suri's life continued amidst this "sweet burden" and "awkward happiness." The tangled, ever-deepening bonds between him and Yela and Enya deepened and solidified within this seemingly noisy yet warm daily life. But how long could this delicate balance last? And when would Suri's dwindling "moral integrity" and "bottom line" be completely eroded?

Time is the greatest magician and the most effective "desensitization therapy." After the snow on Mount Kjerag melted and piled up again, and after several cycles, life in the monastery had completely entered a bizarre state of "harmony" that seemed astonishing to outsiders but that the people involved (at least one of them) had already adapted to.

Suri (Snow Leopard version), this awkward boy who used to bristle at the slightest touch to his ear and be filled with shame and indignation at the slightest hug, has now... completely "fallen." Or rather, he has... "evolved"? Evolved to a transcendent (?) state of being, unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses before him, and unblinking even if a deer runs past on his left.

Specifically, he has become completely immune to the increasingly "rampant" displays of affection from Enya and Yela! He's even...numb! Numb to an appalling degree!

In the early morning, sunlight streamed into the meditation room through the stained-glass windows. Suri, like a languid snow leopard, nestled in the softest sofa by the fireplace, covered with a thin blanket embroidered with edelweiss patterns by Enya herself. His silver hair was slightly disheveled, a few stray strands obscuring his smooth forehead. His fluffy snow leopard ears twitched slightly in the morning light, picking up the subtle sounds in the air. He was intently focused on the screen of his portable terminal, his fingers flying across the virtual keyboard, his brow slightly furrowed, clearly immersed in a complex tactical simulation or a challenging game.

Just then, Enya approached with a light step, carrying a freshly brewed cup of morning tea that exuded a delicate floral fragrance. A gentle smile graced her face, and her lake-blue eyes were filled with doting affection. She sat down very naturally on the armrest of the sofa, and then… with remarkable ease… reached out her slender hand and pinched Su Rui's soft snow leopard ear—the one closest to her! She began to knead it skillfully! Her movements were gentle, almost like a massage.

Suri's reaction was—he didn't even lift his eyelids! He only let out a very soft, muffled "hmm" through his nose as a greeting. His gaze remained firmly fixed on the screen, his fingers moving without the slightest pause, as if Enya wasn't pinching his ear, but some massage cushion that came with the sofa! He even...unconsciously tilted his head slightly to make it easier for Enya to pinch him! A barely audible, comfortable gurgle escaped his throat.

Enya looked at his nonchalant "let him have his way" expression, and her smile deepened. She rubbed her ear and asked softly, "Suri~ what would you like for breakfast today? We have some freshly delivered cod, how about we pan-fry it?"

Suri kept her eyes glued to the screen and mumbled, "...Whatever. No sugar." Her tone was flat and emotionless, as if she were discussing the weather.

"Okay~" Enya was satisfied. She leaned down and gave him a quick, crisp kiss on his smooth forehead!

Volume 18, Chapter 1127: Not only did he not get angry.

Suri: "..." His actions paused for a moment, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, as if he was a little annoyed at being interrupted, but... that was all! He didn't dodge, didn't blush, and didn't even utter a protest! Only after Enya finished kissing him did he impatiently wave his hand, like shooing away a fly: "...Don't block the light." Then he continued his "conquest."

Instead of being angry, Enya burst into laughter, finding his "disdainful" expression extremely cute.

And this is just an appetizer.

The afternoon sun shone brightly in the study. Suri sat cross-legged on a thickly carpeted cushion by the window, his back against the wall, his terminal resting on his bent knees. Yera, like his most loyal shadow, stood silently a short distance to his side. When Suri's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile as he finished a game, Yera would quietly move closer, and then… very naturally… extend her calloused yet remarkably dexterous hand, and seize Suri's large tail, which swayed unconsciously at his side! She began meticulously grooming its long fur! Her movements were professional, her strength precise.

Suri's reaction was—his body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second (purely a physiological reaction), and then…that was it! He didn't even bother to turn his head! He just waved his free hand behind him in a very perfunctory manner, indicating "Okay, don't bother me." His attention was completely focused on the loading screen for the next level, and he showed absolutely no reaction to the grooming service coming from his tail—a service that would make any feline roll around in pleasure! It was as if that fluffy, beautiful tail, which Yera had been carefully grooming in her hands, wasn't even part of his own body!

A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in Yela's dark eyes, and she groomed even more vigorously. Occasionally, Su Rui would lean forward slightly due to the intense actions in the game, her tail instinctively trying to pull back. At this moment, Yela would grip it slightly tighter and whisper a reminder, "Don't move." Su Rui would click her tongue impatiently, but her body would become obedient, allowing Yela to continue "serving" her.

The most "outrageous" scene takes place in the bedroom at night.

Inside Enya's bedroom, on the large, comfortable bed, Suri had finished showering and changed into a soft silk robe (still the specially made one with a tail hole). His damp silver hair clung to his cheeks, and he exuded a refreshing scent after his bath. He leaned against the headboard, holding a terminal, seemingly reviewing some documents.

At that moment, Enya, who had finished her teaching duties, and Yera, who had finished her shift, walked in one after the other. Enya was wearing a flowing nightgown, while Yera was still in her impeccably tailored maid outfit (she never seemed to change her pajamas?).

The two of them climbed into bed quite naturally... one on each side! Enya giggled and squeezed to Suri's left, putting her arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder, and nuzzling his still slightly damp hair, saying coquettishly, "Suri~ what are you looking at? Talk to me~"

Almost simultaneously, Yelamer silently sat down to Suri's right, without saying a word, but one hand very "casually"... rested on Suri's thigh! The other hand, however, began... kneading his other snow leopard ear! The action carried an undeniable forcefulness.

Suri was sandwiched between the two men, instantly turning into a "sandwich cookie"!

However, his reaction was to furrow his brows even more, reveal a clear expression of impatience on his face, and growl in a harsh tone, "...It's crowded! It's so hot! Get out of here!" He tried to struggle and push the two of them away.

But Enya held on even tighter, and Yera tightened her grip on his legs.

"No, it's warmer here!" Enya complained.

"You need to keep warm at night," Yela said succinctly, with a valid reason.

Su Rui struggled in vain, then let out a heavy snort of anger! And then... he actually... stopped struggling?! As if resigned to his fate, he sighed deeply and refocused his attention on the terminal screen! He simply turned up the screen brightness a little to counteract the shadow cast by their close proximity! He even... adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, so that the two of them could "hang" on him!

And so, an extremely… bizarre yet… harmonious scene unfolded: Suri (Snow Leopard version) sat expressionlessly in the center of the large bed, with the sweet-smiling Saintess Enya clinging to him like a koala on his left, and the expressionless but restless “maid” Yera leaning against him on his right, her hands “massaging” his ears. He himself completely ignored his two “accessories,” concentrating intently on… playing a game?! The “crackling” battle sound effects from the terminal clashed terribly with the warm (?) atmosphere in the bedroom.

Enya and Yera seemed to have long since adapted to this routine. Enya would occasionally point at the screen and ask questions (though Suri rarely paid attention), or chatter about interesting things to herself; Yera, on the other hand, silently fulfilled her duties as a "human heater" and "massage therapist," her gaze occasionally falling on Suri's focused profile, a faint gentleness flashing in her dark eyes.

And Su Rui? He seemed to have mastered the art of multitasking. His ears being pinched? No problem, he'd treat it as background massage. His waist being hugged? He'd get used to it, consider it weight training. Noise in his ears? He'd block it out and focus on the core of the game! As long as they didn't steal his terminal or interfere with his crucial actions, everything else… let them do what they wanted! Anyway… resistance was futile, so he might as well save his energy.

He even... subtly improved his gaming skills under such "harsh" conditions?! After all, maintaining focus and precision under "double interference" is itself an excellent form of... anti-interference training?!

Over time, Suri developed a unique coping mechanism: when Enya kissed him, he treated it as a mosquito bite; when Yela combed his tail, he took it as free grooming; when the two of them huddled together, he considered it as keeping warm in winter. As long as it didn't interfere with his work (playing games, studying), everything was fine. His "sense of shame" and "bottom line," under the daily "sugar-coated bullets" and "soft and hard tactics," had long been worn smooth as a mirror, even... begun to be polished in reverse, becoming impervious to blades?

Of course, this doesn't mean Suri has become an emotionless "doll." He still gets annoyed, throws tantrums, and expresses his dissatisfaction with his signature snorts and sharp tongue. But when his protests go unanswered, and "compromise" can bring him delicious food, massages, and... peace and quiet (relatively speaking), he chooses... the most efficient solution—lying down and enjoying himself.

Volume 18, Chapter 1128: Just Mutual Concern

Thus, this innermost chamber of the Shrine of Mount Kjerag became one of the most incredible "paradises" on the continent of Terra. Here lived a saint, a deity in hiding, and a beautiful silver-haired youth with animal ears and a tail, who spent his days with terminals and was accustomed to embracing those around him. They lived together in a way that defied all logic, in a kind of "harmony."

Meanwhile, Suri, the center of the storm, continued his shameless (or perhaps lazy?) life of leisure in a "gentle haven," unknowingly including Enya and Yera in his "own" circle. Though he would never admit it himself.

"Tsk, died again." Suri clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked at the "Game Over" message on the screen. He felt the massage on his ear stop, and Yera seemed to want to check what was wrong. He immediately and impatiently brushed her hand away: "...Don't move! I'll do it myself!" Then, he took a deep breath and started a new game.

Enya and Yera exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness and... indulgent smile in each other's eyes.

Look, this is their "little snow leopard"—awkward, arrogant, a gamer, but... it's theirs. That's enough.

Time, like the ever-flowing hot spring in the Sherag Mountains, quietly permeates every subtle corner of life, bringing profound changes. Life within the monastery has long since developed into a stable yet peculiar "three-person" dynamic. Enya handles religious affairs and studies scriptures, Yela guards and manages the household, while Suri (Snow Leopard version) continues his leisurely "domesticated" life, spending most of his time nestled on his "private throne"—a soft couch beside the fireplace, inseparable from his portable terminal.

However, just as even the calmest lake will ripple in a breeze, even the laziest cat will stretch and loosen its limbs. Suri, this silver-haired boy who seemed to have completely adapted to and "enjoyed" being fed, stroked, and "flanked" by his companions, seemed to be...starting to feel a little...bored in his daily life of being a "parasite"?

Yes, it's boring.

After completing all the games that interested him, after reading most of the data stored in his terminal, after yawning more and more often, after staring blankly at the snowy scenery outside the window for longer and longer... an indescribable feeling of emptiness, similar to "being full and having nothing better to do," began to quietly creep into Su Rui's heart.

He would still lazily sprawl on the soft couch, but his gaze was no longer always focused on the screen; instead, it would wander aimlessly across the meditation room. His eyes would fall on Enya's slightly furrowed brow as she wrote, on Yela's meticulous profile as she polished her weapons, and on the hardy, slightly curled-leafed potted plant on the mantelpiece that needed watering…

A subtle urge to do something, like tiny vines, began to sprout in his heart.

This impulse initially manifests in some extremely subtle, almost imperceptible actions.

For example, one afternoon, Enya was overwhelmed with a thorny territorial dispute and sighed while rubbing her throbbing temples. A cup of hot tea, at just the right temperature and exuding the refreshing aroma of calming herbs, was silently placed beside her by a hand with distinct knuckles and calloused fingertips.

Enya looked up in surprise and saw Su Rui standing by the desk, holding a teapot in his hand. He glanced at her with his dark eyes and said in a curt tone, "...Drink some water. It's so noisy." Without waiting for Enya's reaction, he turned and walked back to his soft couch, picked up the terminal again, as if he had just casually thrown away some trash.

Enya stared blankly at the cup of tea, then glanced at Su Rui's indifferent profile. A surge of immense surprise and warmth instantly filled her lake-blue eyes! She picked up the teacup and sipped it slowly. The warm liquid slid down her throat, as if dispelling most of her worries. She looked at Su Rui, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips. This little quirk… was he concerned about her?

For example, once, while Yela was tidying up the weapon rack, she accidentally knocked over a decorative but extremely heavy two-handed greatsword. The blade hit the floor with a dull thud. Yela frowned slightly and was about to bend down to pick it up when a slender hand preemptively grasped the hilt, easily lifted the greatsword, and placed it back on the weapon rack.

Yela looked up and met Suri's dark eyes, which were almost touching hers. Suri's expression remained unchanged; he simply said, "...Be careful. It's troublesome if you fall and hurt your foot." Then, as if completing a casual task, he dusted off imaginary dust from his hands, turned around, and curled up back on the sofa to continue his game, though his ears twitched almost imperceptibly, as if he were checking for any movement behind him.

Yera stood there, watching Su Rui easily lift the greatsword that even she struggled to move, a subtle, indescribable emotion flickering in her dark eyes. She looked at Su Rui's retreating figure, then at the greatsword returned to its place, and a barely perceptible upward curve appeared at the corners of her tightly pressed lips. A strange feeling… of being silently protected, quietly crept into her heart.

These small, awkward acts of kindness, reminiscent of Suri's style, stirred ripples in Enya and Yera's hearts like pebbles thrown into a lake. They were pleasantly surprised to discover that this seemingly indifferent boy had actually been quietly observing them in his own way, offering a helping hand when they needed it.

This "proactive" attitude reached its peak on a sunny morning (relative to Shelag).

That day, Enya was invited by the Grand Elder to attend an important blessing ceremony at the Holy Mountain Temple, which would require her to leave for most of the day. Only Yera and Suri remained in the meditation room.

As usual, Yela began her daily cleaning routine. Although the monastery was ancient, it remained impeccably clean under Yela's care. She moved swiftly and attentively, wiping the furniture, cleaning the fireplace, and tidying the bookshelves…

Su Rui had been sprawled on the soft couch, listlessly scrolling through old news articles he'd seen countless times on his terminal. His gaze unconsciously followed Yela's busy figure. He watched her meticulously wiping the top of the tall bookshelf, watched her laboriously moving the heavy low table to clean the corner underneath, watched the slight sweat dampening her brow from bending over…

A feeling of unease grew stronger and stronger.

He... seems...too idle?

Volume 18, Chapter 1129: Help with cleaning

Yera was wiping a tall stained-glass window, which required her to stand on a stool to reach the top. She stood on tiptoe, stretching out her arms, her movements somewhat laborious.

Just then, an arm reached out from the side and naturally took the soft cloth from her hand.

Yela was startled, turning her head to see Suri standing beside her, his brow slightly furrowed. Looking at the dust on the top of the window, which Yela couldn't reach, he said with a hint of disdain, "...You didn't wipe that part." Without waiting for Yela's reaction, he used his height advantage to easily reach out and quickly wipe the dust off the top of the window. His movements were swift and efficient; it was clear he was... a seasoned worker? (After all, in Siesta, sleeping outdoors on missions was a common occurrence.)

Yera stood on the stool, looking at Suri with some surprise. Sunlight streamed through the freshly wiped glass, illuminating his silver hair and focused profile; his furry ears twitched slightly with his movements. His wiping motions were incredibly meticulous, his dark eyes holding a… almost obsessive attention to detail?

“You…” Yela opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

After wiping the window, Suri jumped off the stool (moving as nimbly as a cat), threw the soft cloth back into the bucket, glanced at Yella, and said in a still-stern tone, "...Where else do I need to do?" Her expression seemed to say, "Hurry up, don't waste my time."

Yela looked at his "reluctant" expression, a complex light flashing in her dark eyes. She was silent for a few seconds, then pointed to a hard-to-reach corner that needed to be moved to clear: "There."

"Hmm." Su Rui responded, walked over, and effortlessly moved the heavy solid wood table, revealing the accumulated dust behind it. He didn't even need Yera's instructions; he picked up a broom and dustpan and skillfully swept away the dust, his movements so fluid as if he had practiced countless times.

Yera stood to the side, watching quietly. She watched Suri roll up her sleeves (revealing her smooth forearms), watched her carefully sweep every corner, watched the silver strands of hair falling across his forehead as he bent over... A strange, warm feeling, like a hot spring, slowly rose from the bottom of her heart and spread to every part of her body.

This boy… he wasn’t as cold and… lazy as he appeared. Beneath his awkward exterior lay a… delicate and… considerate heart? He was just not good at expressing himself, or… expressed his… concern in this awkward way?

What followed was a peculiar scene in the meditation room: Yela and Suri, one in front and one behind, worked together seamlessly on the thorough cleaning. Yela was responsible for meticulous wiping and tidying, while Suri took on all the heavy and strenuous work requiring strength and height. The two barely spoke, only the rustling sound of the brooms across the floor and the occasional brief "Move aside" or "All done" from Suri.

But a silent, efficient understanding flowed between them. With just a glance from Yela, Suri knew which piece of furniture she needed to move; after Suri finished cleaning an area, Yela would immediately step in to meticulously tidy it up. Their efficiency far exceeded when Yela was working alone.

When Enya returned to the meditation room in the afternoon, she was stunned by the sight before her!

The entire meditation room was completely transformed! The windows were so bright they reflected images, the floor was as smooth as a mirror, the bookshelves were neatly arranged, and even the fireplace was spotless! Suri, sleeves rolled up, stood in front of the kitchenette counter, frowning, seemingly… trying to brew something? Yella stood beside him, appearing to supervise, but her eyes held a… indescribable gentleness?

"You... what is this?" Enya asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

Hearing the sound, Suri didn't turn around, only clicking his tongue impatiently, "...So noisy." He hurriedly poured boiling water into the teapot, and a fresh and invigorating aroma, a blend of mint, lemongrass, and some unknown spice, instantly filled the air. Was that...a unique herbal tea from Sherag, used to ward off the cold and warm the body?

Yera turned around and bowed slightly to Enya, her tone calm and even, but a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes: "Your Holiness, you're back. Suri... helped clean the meditation room and... tried to make you a cup of tea."

Enya: "!!!" She looked at Suri's back in disbelief.

With her back to her, Suri's ears turned red rapidly, visible to the naked eye!

"It's just something I made, have a taste." With that, Su Rui awkwardly walked back to his sofa and settled down to continue playing his game.

Enya looked at the steaming, fragrant herbal tea, then at Suri, who was slumped over the sofa like an ostrich, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears! She quickly walked to the counter, picked up the perfectly warm tea, and carefully took a sip. The warm, slightly bitter yet sweet liquid slid down her throat, dispelling her fatigue and chill.

"It's delicious... Suri, thank you." Enya's voice was slightly choked, and her lake-blue eyes were filled with tears of emotion.

On the soft couch, Su Rui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and a very soft, indistinct murmur came from behind the terminal: "...Hmph."

Yera stood aside, watching this scene. The ice in her dark eyes melted away, and a faint but genuine smile appeared on her lips.

From that day on, Suri's "boredom" seemed to have found a new outlet. He no longer passively accepted care, but began to actively integrate into this "family" in a very "Suri-esque" way.

He would quietly water the nearly dying potted plant while Yera was busy; when Enya's eyes were sore from reading scriptures, he would silently hand her a cup of eye drops to relieve fatigue (heaven knows where he got them); even... once when Yera's old injury was throbbing but she stubbornly refused to say anything, Suri actually... frowned, pulled out some basic massage techniques diagrams for relieving muscle tension stored in his terminal, and then... with a straight face, awkwardly but with unusually precise force... massaged Yera's shoulders with his hands, which were adept at disassembling guns!

Although throughout the process, Suri's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and she kept complaining about "the muscles being so hard" and "asking for trouble," Yera's tense shoulders and neck gradually relaxed under that clumsy but attentive massage, and a warm current surged in her heart, almost overwhelming her.

Enya and Yera both understood that this awkward boy was repaying their kindness and companionship in his own unique, clumsy yet incredibly sincere way. He might never say it aloud, but his actions were more touching than any sweet words.

Volume 18, Chapter 1130: The Gas Cylinder with Hairy Ears

Inside the meditation room, the sounds of gaming, chanting scriptures, and wiping furniture still lingered. But there was an added layer of... unspoken warmth and understanding. A feeling of "home" had never been so clear and complete.

Suri would still lounge on the soft couch playing games, still responding to their intimacy with a cold snort, but Enya and Yera knew that this silver-haired boy with animal ears and a tail was no longer a "guest" or a "pet." He was an indispensable, most awkward, yet warmest part of their lives. And Suri himself seemed to have found an unprecedented sense of belonging and... peace in this feeling of being needed and giving.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if they didn't keep pinching his ears and snatching his device. Suri thought smugly to himself as he enjoyed the pancakes Yella handed him, the ones he'd just mentioned wanting. Then, unconsciously, he let out a satisfied gurgle.

If the original Suri (Snow Leopard version) was like a piece of hard ice with sharp edges and a chilling aura, then during the time she lived with Enya and Yera, this piece of ice was quietly melting and softening at a visible speed, and finally... turning into a pool of warm spring water with ripples.

The most noticeable change was in Suri's temperament.

Once upon a time, this silver-haired boy was the epitome of "easily angered." He would bristle at the slightest touch on the ear, feel embarrassed and indignant at a hug, and snap at anyone who interrupted his gaming session. His entire being seemed to scream "Keep out" and "Don't touch me." His emotional expression was direct and intense, like a sudden blizzard in Sherag, icy and chilling.

However, now... that sharp, aggressive coldness seems to have completely dissipated.

Instead, there was a kind of...complaint with a hint of laziness and...coquetry?

For example, when Enya gets tired of studying the scriptures and instinctively leans over to massage his ear to relieve the pressure, Suri no longer flinches away or snaps at him as he used to. He will... very perfunctorily and symbolically tilt his head, letting out a drawn-out, nasal growl from deep in his throat, similar to a feline's dissatisfaction:

"Hmm...stop it..." His voice was muffled, languid as if he hadn't woken up yet. It was less a protest and more...a tacit approval and indulgence? He would even lower his head slightly to make it easier for Enya to do her thing. Only when Enya went too far and pinched him a little painfully would he frown, use his free hand to gently slap away Enya's "mischievous" hand, and say with a hint of impatient disdain, "...Be gentle! Your ear is going to fall off!" But in his eyes, the sharpness and coldness of the past were long gone, leaving only a kind of...helplessness, even a bit...doting? (!) indulgence.

For example, when Yera silently brought over her newly concocted herbal tea—supposedly good for health but with a rather strange taste—Suri wouldn't push it away with a look of disgust or refuse it outright as he used to. Instead, he would first scrutinize the oddly colored liquid with his obsidian-like eyes, filled with obvious suspicion and scrutiny, then purse his lips and let out a soft snort: "...What the hell is this? The color is awful." But ultimately, he would still...complaining, "It tastes awful," and "Don't make it again," while frowning and taking small, forced sips...to finish the tea! After finishing, he would stick out his tongue like a child who had taken bitter medicine, demanding with a look of disgust, "...Add some honey next time! It's too bitter!" His awkward yet adorable demeanor often made Enya, who was watching from the side, unable to help but chuckle, and also caused a barely perceptible, faint smile to flash across Yera's perpetually icy face.

For example, when Enya and Yera start exchanging silent glances over some trivial matter (like who will read Suri a bedtime story tonight? Although Suri has already declared, "I'm not a three-year-old!"), Suri, caught in the middle, no longer yells "So annoying! Get out of here!" as he used to, and tries to escape the "battlefield." Now he'll... let out a long sigh in an extremely exaggerated, utterly hopeless tone, then slump onto the sofa like a melting ice cream cone, covering his face with his fluffy tail, leaving only his dark eyes, which are filled with "I can't bear to watch" and "Aren't you all childish?", and mutter a complaint:

"Ugh... here we go again... you two... can't you shut up for once? My ears are about to fall off..." His complaint was soft and weak, without any threat, rather like a kind of... helpless mediation? Even... carrying a hint of... secret pride of being cared for?

The pinnacle of this "softening" is manifested in some... almost "coquettish" behaviors.

Once, Suri slipped and fell in the snow (though he quickly regained his balance, the tip of his tail still got covered in cold mud), soiling the cuff of his beloved dark blue house pants (newly made for him by Yella, with subtle silver patterns). Back in his meditation room, instead of silently cleaning them up as usual, he… trudged over to Enya, who was arranging flowers. Without a word, he simply gazed at her with his wet, slightly aggrieved black eyes, then… lifted his mud-stained cuff, pointed to the tip of his dirty, drooping tail, and let out a few extremely soft, animal-like whimpers: “…Ugh…”

That expression, that look, that voice... it's exactly like a large cat that's been wronged outside and is coming home to complain to its owner!

Enya's heart melted instantly! She immediately put down the flowers in her hand, knelt down tenderly, and carefully wiped his trouser legs and tail with a warm handkerchief while gently soothing him, "Oh dear, how did you get it dirty? Does it hurt? Be careful next time~" Su Rui stood obediently, letting Enya do as she pleased. Occasionally, he would tuck his tail back because the towel was too hot and make a dissatisfied "humph" sound, but the slightly upturned corners of his mouth revealed his... rather enjoyable mood at that moment.

Another time, Yela missed her usual dinner time because of an urgent matter. When she returned to the meditation room, exhausted and hungry, she found Suri not playing games as usual, but... curled up on the couch by the fireplace, hugging his knees, looking... a little listless? Hearing Yela's footsteps, he looked up, his dark eyes shining brightly in the firelight, yet carrying a hint of... barely perceptible... worry? He glanced at Yela, then at the cold, untouched dinner on the table, pursed his lips, and then muttered in a slightly aggrieved tone:

Volume 18, Chapter 1131: I thought something had happened.

"...Why are you so late? The food's getting cold..." Su Rui paused, her voice even softer, almost to herself, "...I thought something had happened to you..."

That simple sentence, like a warm arrow, instantly pierced Yela's frozen heart! She stood there, looking at the boy's profile in the candlelight, tinged with worry and…a hint of dependence, feeling the clumsy yet sincere concern in his words. A surge of warmth overwhelmed her, almost suffocating her! She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but found her throat tight, unable to utter a word. In the end, she simply walked quickly to the dining table, silently began heating the food, and as she turned, a glimpse out of the corner of her eye revealed that Su Rui seemed…to let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief, then picked up the terminal again, but his ears had quietly turned red.

These subtle, tender, and dependent gestures were completely different from the cold, awkward, and unapproachable Suri she had been before! Enya and Yera were pleasantly surprised (even a little overwhelmed) to discover that their "little snow leopard" had, without them noticing, completely let down her guard and revealed her softest, warmest, and most...lovable side.