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

What does "anything is fine" mean? What does "fine" mean?!

Before Su Rui could recover from the shock and absurdity, Ensia suddenly stepped forward, stretched out her hands, and shoved Su Rui hard!

Caught off guard, Suri was pushed with all her might by Ensia, causing her to stumble backward. Her foot slipped on the soft carpet, and she fell uncontrollably backward—

"boom!"

A muffled thud. Suri's back landed solidly on Ensia's large, bouncy bed, which was covered with a thick down comforter and soft plush toys. The soft mattress bounced him up slightly before sinking him back in.

Su Rui was a little dazed from the fall. Before he could struggle to sit up, a petite but exceptionally agile figure pounced on him!

Like a nimble little leopard, Ensia took advantage of Su Rui's disorientation and lack of reaction time to press her down on him, using her body weight to firmly pin him to the soft bed.

"Encia! What are you doing?! Get up!" Su Rui was both shocked and angry, trying to push away the girl who was pressing down on him. But although Encia looked petite, she suddenly had strength from somewhere, pressing her hands tightly on Su Rui's shoulders and straddling his waist, holding him firmly in place.

"No!" Enxia's face flushed red with excitement and effort, her blue eyes shining brightly as she stared intently at Su Rui's wide, angry black eyes. "If Sister can be intimate with Lady Yela, then so can I! Brother Su Rui, you're not allowed to move!"

Suri was practically laughing in exasperation at this absurd turn of events. What was all this nonsense?! Enya and Yera... how could he possibly control them?! It was clearly Yera's one-sided... bullying (?)! And what on earth was Enya thinking?!

"Encia! Stop messing around! Let me go! This is different!" Suri tried to reason with this obviously eccentric girl, while increasing the force on her hands, trying to throw her off.

However, Enshia seemed determined, pressing him down firmly and refusing to let go no matter how much Suri struggled. She even leaned down, whispering in Suri's ear with a hint of resentment and unwillingness, "Brother Suri is biased! He only lets my sister and Lady Yela get close! I want to be close to them too!"

A warm breath, carrying the sweet scent unique to young girls, sprayed onto Suri's sensitive earlobe, causing his body to stiffen almost imperceptibly. This familiar feeling... reminded him of last night in the temple, of Yera's cool kiss behind his ear...

This association made Su Rui even more ashamed and indignant, and she struggled even harder. "Ensia! Listen to me! Let go! This is not the same thing at all!"

Seeing that Su Rui was struggling more and more, Enxia seemed to be losing control of him. A hint of anxiety flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly raised her head, facing the doorway, and called out in a loud voice:

"Sister Jian! Come help me!"

Suri's body stiffened instantly at the mention of the name "Jian." Jian? The taciturn, shadow-like bodyguard who was exceptionally skilled? She was here too?!

Just as Su Rui was distracted by the sudden name, a slender yet upright figure appeared silently by the bedside from the shadows of the room, like a ghost.

It was indeed a mace. She was still wearing that dark, close-fitting outfit that allowed for easy movement, with a short blade hanging at her waist. Her short, silver-gray hair was neatly styled, and her face was expressionless. Only her icy blue eyes calmly watched the two people "wrestling" together on the bed, as if they were observing something perfectly ordinary.

“Miss.” Jian’s voice, like her eyes, was calm and even.

"Sister Jian! Quickly help me hold down Brother Su Rui!" Enxia cried out as if she had seen a savior, her little face filled with excitement and pride. "He's so strong, I can't hold him down any longer!"

Volume 18, Chapter 1255: You are bullying the weak with numbers and showing no martial virtue.

Jian's gaze shifted from Enxia's excited face to that of Suri, who was pinned beneath her, her cheeks flushed with shock and shame, struggling to stay upright. Her eyes remained unmoved, as if she were merely assessing the difficulty of a task.

Then, under Su Rui's incredulous gaze, Jian nodded and replied briefly, "Yes, Miss."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped forward, her movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. One hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped Su Rui's wrist, while the other pressed down on his shoulder. Her strength was completely different from Enxia's; it possessed a honed, precise, and ruthless control that instantly shattered most of Su Rui's struggles, firmly and even more steadily pressing him down onto the soft bed.

"Jian! You... let go!" Su Rui was both shocked and furious, trying to break free, but the strength of Jian was far beyond what Enxiya could match. He was pinned to the bed by two girls on his left and right, unable to move, and a deeper, inescapable sense of shame and powerlessness surged into his heart.

Enxia's excitement intensified when she saw that she had successfully "subdued" Su Rui. She leaned down again, getting close to Su Rui, her blue eyes sparkling with a naive yet unsettling stubbornness and curiosity that sent chills down Su Rui's spine.

"Now, Brother Su Rui can't escape, right?" Enxia's voice carried a hint of smug laughter, and her warm breath sprayed against Su Rui's neck once again.

She looked at Su Ruina's eyes, which were slightly red from shame and helplessness, and her tightly pursed, pale lips, her eyes gleaming with a restless light.

“Sister and Lady Yela can,” Ensia’s voice lowered, sounding almost a declaration, soft as a feather, yet carrying an undeniable weight.

"Then, Sister Jian and I want some too."

As soon as she finished speaking, to Su Rui's horrified gaze, Enxia lowered her head slightly and leaned closer to Su Rui's lips, which were slightly parted in surprise...

Meanwhile, on the other side, although Jian remained expressionless, his icy blue eyes lowered slightly, his gaze falling on Su Rui's collar, which had been slightly open due to her struggle, and below it, on her delicate collarbone, which was tinged with a faint pink from shame and indignation...

Inside the room, a sweet fragrance wafted through the air, the light and shadows creating an ambiguous atmosphere. The soft bed sank deep, supporting three intertwined figures. Outside the window, the wind and snow had subsided, but the chill remained. Inside, however, a more "dangerous" "storm," sparked by innocence and stubbornness, seemed to have only just begun. Suri's struggles, suppressed by the combined efforts of the two girls (one of whom was a highly skilled guard), appeared so weak and helpless. He could only watch helplessly as Enshia's face drew ever closer, filled with excitement and curiosity, feeling the cold, steady grip of the mace, his heart filled with sorrow and turmoil.

What on earth is going on?!

Consciousness, like sinking deep into warm honey, is viscous and sweet, yet carries a heavy feeling that is difficult to escape. The body's senses seem to be isolated by a thick, soft blanket, with only some residual, subtle tremors like electric currents running through it, and an extreme fatigue and languor after being completely "drained" of all strength, silently telling something from the nerve endings.

Suri (the one forced into a deep sleep) felt as if he were in a long, bizarre dream. In the dream, he was trapped in a warm, soft, sweet-smelling swamp, unable to struggle or escape. There were warm, curious touches, like newborn beasts, recklessly exploring, roaming his most sensitive skin, igniting tiny, chilling flames. There were cold, steady confinements, like the most precise shackles, locking away all his resistance, bringing a contradictory feeling mixed with despair and a strange sense of security. And then there were soft, sweet-smelling lips, like greedy butterflies, sometimes gently sucking nectar, sometimes childishly, carelessly biting, leaving indelible marks on his body…

The dream was chaotic and ambiguous, filled with blush-inducing yet vaguely remembered fragments. He seemed to have become a most precious treasure, handled and played with in turn, gently caressed, explored, and possessed by hands and lips of different temperatures and scents…

Ultimately, all the senses were overwhelmed by the continuous, tidal wave of intense stimulation, a mixture of tingling, trembling, and a secret pleasure. Consciousness, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, snapped at the last moment, sinking into an endless, warm darkness.

……

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been just a fleeting moment, or it might have felt like an eternity.

As the first faint ray of morning light, carrying the chill of snow, struggled to pierce through the gaps in the heavy curtains and cast a narrow, grayish-white band of light on the floor of Enshia's bedroom, which was filled with the sweet scent of a young girl, the chaotic and protracted "storm" on the bed, triggered by "sharing" and "exploration," finally began to subside.

Like a contented kitten, Enxia curled up beside Suri, her little face buried in the crook of his neck, slightly damp with sweat. Her golden hair was scattered messily on the pillow, her cheeks still flushed, and a satisfied, sweet smile played on her lips as she slept soundly. Even in her sleep, one of her little hands unconsciously and tightly gripped the slightly open collar of Suri's shirt, as if afraid that her "toy" would run away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jian remained in a near-protective posture, lying on her side beside Su Rui. Her clothes were still neat (relatively speaking), only her hair was slightly disheveled. One of her arms was still loosely wrapped around Su Rui's waist in a possessive and protective manner, while the other hand rested gently on Su Rui's shoulder. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even, and her face remained expressionless, as if her "participation" just now was merely an extra "task" requiring vigilance. Only her slightly pursed lips, which seemed redder than usual, and her profile, which, even in her sleep, exuded an unassailable, cold, and sharp aura, revealed something unusual.

Suri, who had been "shared" and "tortured" for almost the entire night, had fallen into a deep sleep. He lay on his back, his silver hair damp with sweat, clinging messily to his smooth forehead and cheeks flushed an unnatural red. His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes casting thick shadows beneath his eyelids, trembling slightly from extreme exhaustion and an indescribable emptiness after being "over-exploited." His lips were slightly parted, redder than usual, even slightly swollen, his breathing shallow and long, as if he had exhausted all his strength, too weak even to dream. On his exposed neck, collarbone, and even chest, faint, ambiguous marks were visible, glowing with a fragile pink hue in the morning light that made one's heart race.

Volume 18, Chapter 1256: This is no joke.

Surrounded and "protected" by the two girls, Suri fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the even more "chaotic" morning that was about to begin.

As dawn broke, the wind and snow outside the window seemed to have completely stopped, leaving behind a silent and cold world covered with thick snow.

Jian's biological clock dictated that she would wake up precisely at a fixed time. Her icy blue eyes snapped open, sharp and clear, without a trace of the confusion of early awakening. She first quickly scanned the room to confirm it was safe, then her gaze fell upon the two people still fast asleep beside her.

Enxia was fast asleep, a contented smile on her face. As for Su Rui… Jian's gaze lingered for a moment on Su Rui's sleeping, visibly tired profile. Last night's "accidental" prank, orchestrated by the young lady, seemed to have drained him of immense energy. She could even sense that his vital energy was weaker than usual, like a candle flickering in the wind—still burning stubbornly, yet exuding an indescribable fragility.

Jian's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. But she quickly regained her usual cold calm. She carefully withdrew her arm from Su Rui's waist, then gently sat up.

Just then, Enxia seemed to be startled by her subtle movement. Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her blue eyes were still heavy with sleep, but when she saw Su Rui beside her and Jian, who had already sat up, the memory of last night's "foolishness" instantly came back to her.

Enxia's face flushed instantly, like a ripe apple. But in her eyes, there was more excitement, satisfaction, and... a strange, even more intense possessiveness. She looked at Su Rui's sleeping profile, at the faint marks on his body, and an indescribable sense of accomplishment and joy filled her chest.

If her older sister can be close to Lady Yela, then so can she! And she even "shared" herself with Sister Jian! Brother Suri is hers! He belongs to them (her and Sister Jian)!

This thought stirred a surge of emotion within Enshia. She didn't want to let Brother Suri leave like this. She wanted... to stay like this forever, with Sister Jian, and... perhaps, with her sister and Lady Yela? Together...

A bold, almost insane idea took shape in her mind.

She looked up at Jian, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation, and whispered, "Sister Jian, shall we... take Brother Su Rui up the Holy Mountain?"

Her icy blue eyes calmly met Encia's, seemingly unsurprised by the suggestion, yet offering no immediate opposition. She remained silent, as if assessing the feasibility and risks of the plan.

“Look, Brother Suri is sleeping so soundly. Let’s be careful, he won’t wake up,” Encia continued to “encourage” him, her tone filled with childlike slyness and excitement. “Let’s take him to find Sister and Lady Yela! That way, we can stay together forever! Just like… just like a family!”

The word "family" seemed to touch a very subtle chord in Jian's heart. Her gaze fell once again on Su Rui's sleeping face. That face had shed the vigilance, aloofness, and occasional embarrassment of his waking state, leaving only the unguardedness and an almost fragile tranquility of sleep. Last night, he had been forced to endure the "demands" from the young lady and her (to some extent), and now, in his sleeping state, a faint, almost pity, emotion rose within her.

And…Mount Jeragand. That ancient and mysterious being seems to have an unusual interest in Suri as well. If he were brought back to Mount Jeragand…

After a brief moment of deliberation, Jian nodded almost imperceptibly. The movement was subtle, yet remarkably certain.

"Yes, Miss," she replied softly, her voice still calm and even, but the meaning behind it clearly indicated her attitude.

Encia's eyes lit up instantly; she almost cheered, then quickly covered her mouth. The two exchanged a glance and immediately began to act.

The sword moved swiftly and silently. She found a thick, soft blanket and carefully wrapped the still-sleeping, oblivious Suri, leaving only her sleeping face exposed. Then, with the standard posture of transporting a "wounded" or "important item," she easily lifted the wrapped-up Suri horizontally into her arms. Suri's body, exceptionally soft from sleep, felt weightless against her.

Enshia quickly tidied her clothes and adjusted the blanket for Su Rui to ensure he wouldn't catch a cold and wouldn't be easily discovered by outsiders. Then, like the most tacitly coordinated stalkers, the two silently left Enshia's bedroom and once again followed the secret path Su Rui had taken Enshia down the mountain the night before, heading upstream towards the Holy Mountain.

This time, they carried their "spoils" with a clear objective—the Manju Temple atop the sacred mountain.

Perhaps it was because he had exhausted himself the night before, or perhaps the effects of Yela's "forced sleep" hadn't completely worn off, or perhaps Jian's embrace was too comforting, but Su Rui didn't wake up at all during the entire "smuggling" process. He just unconsciously snuggled against Jian's chest, letting out a soft, sleepy murmur, before falling into a deep sleep again, as if he were just having a turbulent dream.

When Jian, carrying Su Rui, and together with En Xi Ya, quietly pushed open the side door of En Ya's bedroom and stepped into that warm, tranquil space filled with the familiar scent of herbs, the first thing they saw was En Ya sitting on a low couch by the fireplace, holding an ancient book in her hands, seemingly reading quietly.

Hearing the noise, Enya looked up. When she saw Jian return, carrying an "unidentified object" wrapped tightly in a blanket with only silver hair showing, and Enxia following behind, her little face filled with excitement and trepidation, a hint of surprise flashed across her usually gentle brown eyes, which were quickly replaced by astonishment, confusion, and a faint... displeasure.

"Xia? Jian?" Enya put down the book in her hand, stood up, and her gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on the familiar silhouette wrapped in a blanket. Her brows furrowed slightly. "This is... Su Rui? Why did you bring him back again? And... like this?"

Enxia felt a little guilty under her sister's gaze, but she still mustered her courage, ran up to Enxia, ​​took her hand, and said in a coquettish and excited tone, "Sister! We brought Brother Suri back! Now we can be together forever! Okay, sister?"

Volume 18, Chapter 1257: Will you dare to do it again?

"Nonsense!" Enya's voice was unusually stern. She withdrew her hand, looked at her sister's arrogant and joyful expression, and then at Su Rui, who was fast asleep in her arms and had obviously been "exhausted." The displeasure in her heart quickly escalated into worry and a hint of anger.

She stepped forward, reached out, and pinched Enxia's soft cheek in a displeased manner, gently pulling it outwards with a light touch, yet carrying the authority of an older sister.

"Ouch! Ouch! I'm sorry, sister!" Enxia cried out dramatically, clutching her pinched cheek, tears welling in her eyes as she begged for mercy. "I just... I just didn't want to be separated from Brother Suri! And... and Lady Yela likes Brother Suri too, doesn't she? We... we can be together..."

"Together what!" Enya was amused and exasperated by her words, feeling both annoyed and helpless. She released her hand from pinching her cheek and gently poked her forehead instead. "You! Do you even know what you're doing? Suri... he's not our toy!"

Her gaze fell once more on Suri in her arms, looking at his still-tired face in his sleep. The anger in her heart was replaced by a more complex, heart-wrenching emotion. She knew her sister's dependence on and closeness to Suri (perhaps mixed with other feelings), and she knew Yela's unfathomable "interest" in Suri, but to "tie" him up the mountain like this, and then act as if she were "sharing" him, was simply...

Just then, a clear and calm voice suddenly rang out in the bedchamber, like a flowing icy spring, instantly dispelling the somewhat awkward and tense atmosphere that permeated the air.

"You brought it back?"

Yeragand's figure had appeared silently at the doorway of the inner chamber without anyone noticing. She was still wearing that simple white robe, barefoot, her long silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall woven from moonlight. Her exquisite face was expressionless, her golden eyes calmly sweeping over the people present, finally settling on the figure wrapped in a blanket in her arms.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on Suri's sleeping face. Unlike Enya's worry and anger, and unlike Enshia's excitement and trepidation, Yera's eyes were calm to the point of indifference, as if she were merely examining an object.

But upon closer inspection, one could discern a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer, like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface of ice, flickering deep within her calm, golden eyes. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the thick blanket and the appearance of Suri's slumber, revealing something deeper, more essential.

Upon seeing Yera, Enya suppressed her anger and gave Yera a slight nod, her tone tinged with apology and helplessness: "Lady Yera, I'm sorry, Sia was being too unreasonable. I'll have the mace delivered to Su Rui right away..."

"No need."

Yera interrupted Enya. Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. She took a step, her bare feet touching the cool, smooth ground, and silently walked to the mace.

Jian held Su Rui in his arms, bowing slightly to show respect, but showed no intention of letting go of Su Rui's arms.

Yela reached out, not to catch Suri, but to gently lift a corner of the blanket covering Suri's face, revealing his sleeping, unguarded face.

Her fingertips, cool to the touch, brushed very gently across Su Rui's forehead and between his brows, before resting on the pulse point on the side of his neck.

Her fingertips seemed to be sensing something. Her calm, golden eyes seemed to be reading some kind of information that ordinary people could not understand through the touch of her fingertips.

Inside the bedchamber, all was silent. The only sound was the faint crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace. Enya, Enshia, and even Jian held their breath, watching Yera with bated breath, wondering what judgment this ancient being would make.

A moment later, Yera withdrew her fingers. She tucked the blanket back into Suri's arms, then slowly raised her head, her golden eyes calmly looking at Enya, then sweeping over the anxious Enshia and the silent Jian.

Her voice, still calm and undisturbed, echoed clearly in everyone's ears like the coldest judgment:

"He can probably stay for another month."

Enya's heart sank. She instinctively took a step forward, her voice trembling slightly: "Lady Yela, what...what do you mean? What...stay for a month?"

Enxia was also stunned. The excitement and trepidation on her face vanished instantly, replaced by confusion and unease. Jian's arm around Su Rui tightened almost imperceptibly.

Yera's gaze fell once again on Suri's sleeping face, and in her calm eyes, there seemed to be a hint of almost imperceptible, knowing understanding.

“The body will dissipate.” Yera’s voice was as if stating a natural law that had nothing to do with her. “The consciousness will find another person’s mind and settle down, just like it did with you before.” She looked at Enya.

She paused, seemingly searching for a more accurate, yet still cold, word to describe it: "Parasitism, or symbiosis."

The simple words, however, resounded like thunder in the bedchamber.

Body...dissipating? Consciousness...parasitizing?

Suri...can only "stay" for another month? Then, his body will disappear, and his consciousness, just like when it inexplicably appeared in Enya's mind and established a connection with her, will randomly enter another person's mind again and "survive" in another form?

This realization instantly turned Enya pale, and her body swayed almost imperceptibly. She recalled how, initially, Suri's consciousness had appeared like an uninvited guest in her lonely mental world, bringing chaos, but also a faint sense of companionship. She remembered him later "descending" into that strange snow leopard body, appearing before her in physical form, awkwardly comforting her, keeping her company, and even… last night, his indescribable "intimacy" with Yera…

And now, Yera is telling her that all of this only lasts for one month? In one month, this warm body will dissipate, and this person who can feel ashamed, helpless, clumsy in comforting others, and who can fall into a deep sleep in Yera's arms will once again become a vague consciousness, searching for the next "host".

An overwhelming sense of grief and a profound feeling of helplessness gripped Enya instantly. She looked at the sleeping Suri in Jian's arms, her eyes quickly welling up with tears.

Encia understood, her face turning deathly pale. She shook her head violently, her blue eyes filled with disbelief and terror: "No...no way! How could Brother Suri...Lady Yela, you must have a way, right? Please save Brother Suri!"

Although Jian remained expressionless, a very subtle ripple seemed to flicker deep within her icy blue eyes. Her arm, which was holding Su Rui's, seemed to stiffen for a moment.

Volume 18, Chapter 1258: Some things are irreversible.

Despite Ensia's pleas and Ensia's sorrowful gaze, Yera's golden eyes remained calm and unwavering. She seemed to have foreseen this outcome, or perhaps it was simply part of some kind of "rule" that even she couldn't change.

“This is the ‘way’ he exists.” Yera’s voice carried an ancient, almost cruel calm. “I cannot change it.”

Her words, like a final verdict, shattered Ensia's last hope. Tears welled up instantly in the little girl's eyes, and she threw herself into her sister's arms, sobbing silently. Ensia hugged her sister tightly, her own tears falling silently as well.

Only Jian remained silent, holding Su Rui like a cold sculpture.

The bedchamber was filled with an atmosphere of sorrow and despair.

After a long while, Enya took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She gently patted her crying sister in her arms, but her gaze fell once again on Suri's sleeping face.

Sadness, helplessness, but... there was also a strange, unwavering determination gathering in her eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Yera, her voice still slightly choked, yet exceptionally clear and firm: "Lady Yera, please don't tell Suri about this."