Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 13 (pt. 2)

July 5, the weather was sunny.

It was the fifteenth day of living with Sylvie.

“Hiss…”

Wei Qing sucked in a breath.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, her expression carrying a strange disbelief.

The girl picked up Wei Qing “general,” holding it in her hand, and looked up at her with an innocent, gentle expression.

Wei Qing was silent for a moment, her voice faint.

“You really never learned before?”

“…”

Sylvie shook her head subtly.

A few days ago, while Wei Qing and Sylvie were out for a walk, they saw a crowd gathered.

Ever curious, Wei Qing didn’t hesitate to join in and found two old men playing chess.

She was shocked to see such a thing among a crowd of foreign-looking people.

After some thought, she figured it out.

This must be the result of a simplistic, adult-themed game world.

In a real-world setting, it probably filled in elements not mentioned in the game, though it felt a bit haphazard.

After watching the two white-bearded, high-nosed old men go back and forth for a few rounds, Wei Qing’s hands itched.

She asked where they bought the chess set, then dragged Sylvie to get one.

After getting home, she explained the rules to Sylvie, and since then, they’d play a game whenever they had free time.

She hadn’t expected that just a few days later, she’d already be losing to her.

Wei Qing sighed, her heart and mind unsettled, her expression troubled as she looked at the person in front of her.

What a clever girl.

Sylvie sat obediently, speaking softly.

“You need to focus more.”

“I was focused! No way, one more round,” Wei Qing said, unconvinced, clenching her fists tightly.

Sylvie glanced at her, hesitating, tilting her head slightly.

Her tone was soft, almost soothing.

“Master… later, okay? It’s almost time to eat.”

“Huh? Already?” Wei Qing glanced at the clock.

Indeed, it was noon.

That morning, Wei Qing had received a call from a patient she’d recently booked, asking to change their appointment time and if she was free that afternoon.

“Sure,” Wei Qing had said. Free? Who could be freer than her?

Having the heroine around really made a difference.

Before this, her business had been dead for months.

After hanging up the call from her first patient since arriving here, Wei Qing thought with mixed feelings: Oh, right, I’m a doctor here.

…

Wei Qing sighed, recalling the moment, and put away the chess pieces.

After lunch, she lavished praise on Sylvie’s cooking as usual.

“Wow, Sylvie, you’re amazing! So kind, so diligent, and your food is so good. You worked so hard!”

“Master, you don’t have to do this every day,” Sylvie said.

“No, I mean it,” Wei Qing replied.

Her eyes curved gently, thinking she needed to keep praising Sylvie before she caught on, to instill a love for cooking.

Sylvie was amused by the praise; she turned her face away.

Wei Qing’s hand gently stroked her head.

Sylvie closed her eyes briefly, then opened them, her misty gray-blue eyes shimmering, curving like a cat’s.