Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 17 (pt. 2)

Her life, from memory until now, never experienced such a dramatic, socially deadly moment.

The awkwardness matched accidentally connecting a video’s sound to the living room speakers, projecting it too, while relatives gathered for a New Year visit.

Wei Qing gave up on herself, sat down, bit the bread a few times.

The kitchen door slid open.

Her chewing stopped, she looked at the person, the silver-haired girl walked out, gently placed a plate in front of her.

It was a freshly fried egg, still steaming.

“You stayed inside too long, I reheated it for you.”

She sat down, tilted her head toward Wei Qing.

“…” Wei Qing blinked her eyes, swallowed, said thanks dryly.

“Did Master wake up late today because of this?” She asked again.

Wei Qing stayed quiet for a while, slowly lifted the bread, covered her face, her voice sounded weak, very guilty, “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Does it usually get hard too?”

“Shut up.”

“I worry about my Master’s health.”

“Kids, don’t worry about it so much.”

The bread’s bitten gap didn’t cover part of the woman’s red face.

Sylvie looked at her, her gaze stayed on her long, fair neck.

The woman swallowed, the spot moved a little.

“Everyone has secrets, Sylvie.”

…

“Are you going out?”

Sylvie stands at the entrance, looking at her.

“Yes.”

Wei Qing nods, her hand lifts halfway, then drops.

She only feels somewhat awkward.

But it already felt much better than the morning.

“I go out for some business.”

Wei Qing added a sentence, afraid she overthought.

She plans to go buy a cake.

Forget that stupid task for now, today seems like Sylvie’s birthday?

Eighteen years old… it seems pretty important in any sense.

Though Wei Qing never planned to tell her anything about 18 or not, it wasn’t easy to explain how she knew her birthday.

So, she’d celebrate under any random excuse.

It’s not like you only eat cake for birthdays.

Wei Qing feels she really is kind and thoughtful; this kid better forget today’s events.

Sylvie looks at the door, it closes quickly.

Her expression stays calm.

This is the first time in many days the woman goes out without her.

She tilts her head, her gaze fixed on the smooth iron door.

Her eyes show unclear emotions.