Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 16 (pt. 1)

She quickly pinched her neck.

Sylvie’s body stiffened, she turned back.

Originally she instinctively stepped back, but she almost fell into Wei Qing’s arms.

Wei Qing’s voice sounded cool, “Baby, you almost stepped on my foot.”

“…”

“…What happened?”

She frowned, the expression looked somewhat confused.

They stood extremely close now.

She even felt the woman’s chest rise and fall while breathing.

Sylvie shook her head, her body relaxed slightly, she quickly calmed down.

“Nothing.”

She saw her slow actions; she hummed and laughed lightly.

“Most of the clothes here this customer probably wore comfortably.”

She quickly straightened up, her gaze glanced at her slantingly while rising.

Sylvie always felt this look carried some unclear meaning.

… What did she hint at?

The woman slowly walked to one side.

Wei Qing somewhat suspected she wanted to take out something shady.

She turned to a nearby rack; her fingers lightly slid over a few clothes.

Fortunately she finally took out a light blue dress; the style looked very nice, the waist tightened.

She took the dress down, handed it to Sylvie.

She smiled, “Try this one, the color suits you well.”

Sylvie looked at Wei Qing, Wei Qing nodded to her, “Try it.”

It looked really nice.

Sylvie then took the dress, followed the woman’s direction, and entered the fitting room.

Wei Qing felt bored idly; she simply wandered around casually.

She took down a white top from a high place; it had a bit of lace trim.

The design looked clever, but it didn’t appear tacky.

“This one looked nice.”

She touched her chin excitedly.

“Indeed, it probably suited you well.”

The woman’s voice sounded near her ear.

Wei Qing turned her head.

This person somehow appeared beside her.

“You startled me.”

Wei Qing’s eyelids twitched.

“You don’t look startled.” The woman said easily.

“I only look calm on the surface.”

Wei Qing stared at her for a while.

The woman’s face stayed too close; she raised her hand, pushed her away slowly.

She even avoided more contact, her index finger poked the person’s forehead.

The woman’s expression stiffened, she stayed silent.

She hummed and laughed out, mixed with three parts amusement, seven parts speechlessness.

She touched her forehead and stretched her hand to Wei Qing.

“Okay, my name is uh… Lilith, what’s your name?”

“Wei Qing.”

Wei Qing looked at her hand, still stretched out, and shook it.

“Good name.” Lilith praised.

“Don’t you find it strange?”

Wei Qing picked up that piece of clothing, compared it to her body.

After all, her name didn’t seem Western at all.

“No, it’s very special, you come from an Eastern country, right?”

“Sort of.” Wei Qing grew interested, she didn’t expect this barren butter world’s setting included East and West.

She and Lilith chatted a few more sentences, then stopped.

“Do you have more fitting rooms here?”

She wants to try this piece of clothing.

“No.” Lilith shook her head, smiled, “You can use it with that pretty little lady you came with, the room probably holds two people.”

“Uh.” Wei Qing touched her chin, felt it made sense.

It’s just changing clothes, not taking off pants.

The upper body belongs to females, what’s to fear?

But why did this kid go in so long, still not come out?

The fitting room door nearby opened a small crack, a silver-haired girl showed half her head, paused when she saw her already looking over.

The girl’s soft thin lips pursed, her eyes looked somewhat embarrassed, “Master… Can you come over?”

Wei Qing walks over, “What happened?”

The girl’s gray-blue eyes look at her, her eyelashes tremble slightly.

Wei Qing’s lips moved, she just started to say something, a soft something gripped her arm.

“Hm?”

She looked down; a hand grabbed her arm, pulled her in before she thought if this little heroine initiated body contact with her for the first time.

Wei Qing followed her pull, the door clicked shut, Sylvie turned her back to her.