Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 10

After Wei Qing discovered the method to view the data, she didn’t intentionally check if the numbers changed for the rest of the day.

After all, it wasn’t something that appeared instantly when she closed her eyes.

She sat there suddenly; she was covering her eyes, and pausing for ten seconds seemed somewhat eerie.

After she and Sylvie finished breakfast, she asked Sylvie to wash the dishes from yesterday and do some manageable cleaning.

This wasn’t Wei Qing being harsh.

While zoning out, she vaguely recalled that the game’s early stages mentioned something.

After the doctor took Sylvie in, he didn’t demand anything from her, gave her food, and provided a room to sleep in.

Sylvie had never received such kindness; she felt uneasy and asked the doctor to let her help with some tasks.

At that point, players had two choices: refuse her help out of concern for her health or let her do simple cleaning, like tidying the house or sweeping.

The first option seemed considerate and harmless, but if players choose to refuse her help, this little slave would grow increasingly depressed from psychological pressure, fall ill, and… die!

Yes, she would depress herself into sickness and die.

It was bizarre, magical, and left people speechless.

The man was a doctor, yet he just watched her die in front of him.

It was a setting that, while not the focus of a gal game, had some questionable details upon closer inspection.

Though Wei Qing was curious if reality would lead to the game’s outcome, she held back.

Better not to test it recklessly.

This real-life female lead was quite obedient and cute.

“I’m touched. You’re so diligent,” Wei Qing nodded approvingly.

Sylvie placed the last dish in the drawer and said softly, “Master, this is what I should do.”

Wei Qing felt warmed by her obedience.

She noticed that since this morning, Sylvie responded with a strange sense of calm, as if she had figured something out.

However, she rarely made eye contact, often lowering her gaze slightly.

Wei Qing glanced at her pajama collar, trying to figure out why Sylvie’s gaze lingered there.

Was it because looking lower would be impolite?

She touched her chin, pondering briefly.

Besides washing dishes as Wei Qing requested, Sylvie took the initiative to find tasks, like sweeping an already clean floor or tidying an already neat house.

“There’s not much to sweep,” Wei Qing said faintly, watching her.

Sylvie glanced at her, then at the glossy floor.

Her expression remained unchanged, her delicate features calm and obedient.

She put down the broom.

“Hm.”

In the afternoon, Wei Qing lounged on the sofa while reading a book.

Her vision caught Sylvie moving two small flowers in a vase from facing left to right, then turning the vase so the flowers faced left again.

Sylvie opened the kitchen cabinets and drawers, looked at the sorted dishes and utensils, turned them slightly, and closed them again.

“…”

Wei Qing felt the scene resembled an artistic silent comedy.

She dubbed it The Observation Diary of a Gal Game Female Lead: We Live Vigorously Every Day.

Her shoulders shook as she let out a strange sound, like suppressed laughter.

Sylvie turned around, frowned, and only saw Wei Qing quickly avert her gaze; one hand propped her chin as she pretended to read a newspaper.

“Master, you’re holding it upside down,” Sylvie said softly.

“…”

Wei Qing flipped the newspaper upright, her voice as candid as her action.

“Thanks, you’re so thoughtful.”

…

Night fell quickly.

Wei Qing turned off the light, closed her eyes in the darkness.

…

Character: Sylvie

Time: Second day of living together (Evening)

Mood: Relaxed

Health: 40 (external injuries, stomach issues, malnutrition, weakness, low bl00d sugar…)

Intimacy: 22 (you’re slightly more familiar)

Killing Intent: 30 (still in the dangerous range, keep trying~)

Lewdness: ? (locked)

Fragment Capture: […Is her mind okay?]

22? Such a big jump?

Wei Qing raised her eyebrows in surprise but soon understood, rolling over to a more comfortable position.

She knew no one could resist her thoughtfulness.

…

“Good morning, Master.”

“Morning.”

Wei Qing covered her mouth, yawning.

On the seventh day of living with the female lead of the game, time passed quickly.

Sylvie was already up when Wei Qing left the bedroom.

She looked much better, less lifeless, likely because she had slept well this week.

See, sleeping in a bed worked.

Wei Qing nodded, satisfied.

Over these days, the girl seemed less reserved, sometimes greeting her proactively.

Wei Qing felt a proud sense of raising a child, often thinking she was a great mom.

After washing up, she rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.

Looking at the noticeably emptier fridge, she sighed wistfully.

They needed to go out soon.

“By the way, Sylvie.”

Wei Qing opened a can, sandwiched bacon between two slices of toast, took a bite, and spoke suddenly.

“Hm?”

Sylvie responded without looking up.

“…”

After a long pause with no follow-up, Sylvie sighed slightly, looked up, and said, “What’s wrong, Master?”

The woman stared blankly at the table’s edge, unfocused.

Sylvie watched her face, seeing her rosy lips move slightly, murmuring, “Wait… what was I going to say?”

Sylvie stayed silent for a moment.

Wei Qing propped her chin, chewed the dry bread twice, and finally remembered.

“Oh, can you cook?”

The woman spoke abruptly, her brows shifting slightly.

Sylvie was caught off guard; she met her clear light-colored eyes, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

She paused, then said, “Yes.”

They sat face-to-face, the view clear.

Sylvie had been watching her.

The woman’s dazed look seemed pretty and harmless, her dark hair tucked behind her ears, framing a beautiful, pale face with clear eyes.

Wei Qing didn’t know why the little slave seemed reluctant to meet her gaze, but she saw the girl nod as hoped.

She quickly dropped her faint curiosity, happily tapped the table with her knuckles, and said, “Great, we can go buy groceries in a couple of days.”

“Go out?” Sylvie hesitated.

The woman nodded.

“Yeah, and get you some clothes.”

“I’m going too?”

Sylvie asked after a pause.

“Of course, you need to try them on.”

After days of bread, toast, canned food, fried eggs, and one noodle dish, Wei Qing realized this wasn’t sustainable.

It was too makeshift.

Not that she loved eating like this.

Before her sudden death, she had a cook at home and a mother who loved cooking for her.

Outside, hotels and restaurants abound—when did she ever lack good food?

Did she need cooking skills? Of course not.

After dying, Wei Qing found this era’s food culture painfully lacking.

There wasn’t even a proper restaurant nearby (bread and dessert shops didn’t count).

She had been getting by, almost used to it.

But now, after living with Sylvie for days, the girl’s unchanging health value and frail shoulders told her this wouldn’t do.

Neglecting a malnourished, pitiful child with dry bread every day?

Her health was only 40, with terms like weakness and malnutrition attached.

“…”

Wei Qing took a deep breath, feeling a surge of belated guilt.

“You’ve had it tough.”

She patted Sylvie’s arm, her eyes softening gently.

“…”

Sylvie didn’t understand, lowering her gaze.

The woman’s cool fingers rested on her forearm, slender and pretty.

Seemingly pleased with the feel, she patted, then pinched lightly before pulling back, leaving a clear sensation on Sylvie’s skin.