Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 12 (pt. 1)

They sat at a spot by the window.

Wei Qing crossed her legs casually, and her eyes lit up quickly.

“Ah… the chocolate one is really delicious,” she said.

Sylvie glanced at her slender fingers, which held a silver fork and poked lazily at the dark cake.

“What, you want to try mine?”

Wei Qing paused her hand and tilted her head toward her.

“…”

Sylvie shook her head and looked away.

She lowered her eyes to the pink-and-white cream cake in front of her, carefully scooped a piece, and put it in her mouth.

The sweetness spread instantly as the cream touched her tongue.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes brightened quickly.

… The strawberry one was delicious too, really delicious.

The girl sat upright, her shoulders looking a bit frail.

Her silver-gray hair fell softly, her face seemed slightly rounder, an oval shape with reddish lips and large sparkling eyes that looked very pretty.

Wow, she really liked it—her eyes actually sparkled like that.

Wei Qing watched with surprise.

She poked her cake with her fork while staring at the girl for a bit.

“I thought you’d say something like, ‘Can I really eat this? Is this really for me?’”

“?”

Sylvie frowned in confusion.

Her gaze focused briefly, and she thought for a moment about why the woman would think that.

…

Fine, she couldn’t find a reason.

But it definitely wasn’t her fault, since the woman always said strange things she couldn’t understand.

… And the way she mimicked her tone was kind of funny.

Sylvie lowered her head.

The cream cake, missing a small corner, sparkled in the sunlight.

She hid her face under the shadow of her hat brim and curved her eyes slightly.

“Thank you, it’s delicious,” she said softly.

“No need to thank me,” Wei Qing said.

She touched her own face, catching the key point sharply.

“Were you just secretly smiling?” she asked.

“No,” Sylvie replied.

“Oh,” Wei Qing said.

…

“So why are you looking down and avoiding my face?”

Wei Qing frowned; she sounded displeased.

“Am I that ugly?” she asked, her voice a bit resentful.

Sylvie looked up.

The woman’s eyes were soft and expressive, her lips bitten slightly.

When Sylvie met her gaze, she tilted her head and let out a deliberate cold huff.

“…”

Sylvie hesitated, her eyelashes trembling, feeling that this woman’s words were, as always, so jumpy they made her head spin.

She shook her head lightly and said, “How could that be?”

“Why would you think that?” Sylvie paused, looking at the woman’s light-colored, pretty eyes, choosing her words carefully.

“It’s because… staring at the master is impolite.”

Although this woman often didn’t seem to care about such master-servant distinctions?

Sylvie got slightly distracted.

“…”

They looked at each other silently for a moment.

Wei Qing touched her chin, her face slowly twisting.

“Is that so?” she asked.

Sylvie resisted the urge to look away, met her eyes, and nodded seriously. “Yes,” she said.

“…”

Wei Qing believed her and nodded with satisfaction.

The woman’s expression relaxed, looking pleased with the explanation.

Her slender fingers twirled a strand of hair slowly, she hummed again, and said, “Alright, as long as it’s not about my face.”

“…”

Sylvie wanted to smile again.

The woman’s long, slightly upturned eyes were lively and charming in the sunlight.

She casually poked another piece of cake into her mouth, then seemed to think of something.

She raised an eyebrow, and added, “But it’s ruder if you don’t look at me when you talk, okay?”

The woman looked at her for a bit, then, as if struck by a whim, propped her elbow on the table and leaned closer suddenly.

“Forget it, come on, look at me,” she said.

A pale, striking face came close suddenly, slightly looking down, her jawline elegant.

From above, Sylvie’s body stiffened, her gaze forced to follow the woman’s eyes.

She locked eyes with the woman, whose pupils were light and clear in the sunlight.

“…Say a couple of nice things, hmm?” Wei Qing said.

Her thick, long eyelashes fluttered, and her red lips moved slightly.

…