Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 22 (pt. 2)

The last line of the task text faded slowly; a new line floated up.

[ Task (New): Please invite the heroine to take a nap together ]

[ Reward: 1,000 yuan or one random spin~ ]

(Sharing a bed helps build affection, a proper noon rest will raise the heroine’s health value~)

Wei Qing frowned and felt annoyed.

A nap? What time was it? She wasn’t sleepy now.

She cursed twice in her mind.

Miss Wei never had the habit of sleeping in one bed with others.

Plus, after that crude, weird talk not long ago, inviting someone for a nap now seemed a bit strange.

“…”

Wei Qing rolled inward twice and called softly, “Sylvie.”

But the health value, this little heroine’s health value just hit the passing line.

Through the bedroom door, her weak, barely loud call somehow got heard.

Wei Qing jumped, suddenly panicked.

Footsteps approached outside, then knocked on her door.

The girl’s voice sounded soft through the door.

“Master? What’s wrong?” Sylvie asks.

Wei Qing picked at the blanket and coughed twice.

“Can you get me a glass of water?” Wei Qing asks.

“Okay,” Sylvie says.

The footsteps moved away, then soon returned.

Sylvie didn’t knock again.

She opened the door and came in.

The girl stood by the bed and handed the glass to Wei Qing.

Her hand still felt wet.

Wei Qing propped her body up and sat.

She smoothed her hair and drank the water in two gulps.

One glass down, she calmed down.

She looked at Sylvie with raised eyes.

“Thanks, want to nap together?” Wei Qing says calmly.

The woman’s light eyes looked at her.

Her seaweed-like long hair draped behind, the thin straps showed deep collarbones, almost like a seduction.

Sylvie paused, then soon showed a faint smile.

“Okay,” she says.

She tugged her skirt hem nervously and asked softly, “Do I need to change clothes?”

Wei Qing thought for a bit.

“Change, wear your bra,” she says.

“Also, didn’t we buy clothes a few days ago? Why do you still wear these old ones?” Wei Qing asks.

Sylvie blinked her eyes, her face unchanged. “I forgot to wash them then, and they’re not dry yet,” she says.

“Oh,” the woman nodded.

“My bra isn’t dry either,” Sylvie added.

“…” Wei Qing looked at her expression complex.

“Wait a moment,” she says.

She closed her eyes to check the task.

[ Task (New): Please invite the heroine to take a nap together [Completed√] ]

[ Reward: 1,000 yuan or one random spin~ [Please choose~] ]

( Sharing a bed helps build affection, a proper noon rest will raise the heroine’s health value~ )

As expected… Wei Qing’s mood lifted a bit.

She curved her lips subtly.

It only said to invite, not ‘must nap with the heroine.’

She already invited her.

As for this health value…

“You must nap every day from now on,” Wei Qing says.

Sylvie’s eyes moved slightly.

She tilted her head.

“With you?” she asks.

“No, go back to your room now. I changed my mind. I will supervise your sleep,” Wei Qing says.

Wei Qing climbed off the bed excitedly.

She wanted to help the heroine build a good napping habit like hers.

Sylvie, “…”

Does she still have time to go change into her bra?

—

Sylvie lay on the bed and looked at her, expressionless.

Her voice sounded calm. “Master, why must I nap?” she asks.

Wei Qing pulled a chair over and sat with crossed legs.

She showed a smile.

“Because your dark circles look deep. You didn’t sleep well at night, right? Hmph, I fear you’ll drop dead,” Wei Qing says.

“But I can’t sleep like this,” Sylvie says.

“Why, because I watch you from here?” Wei Qing asks.

“No, I might be used to sleeping naked. Can I take off my clothes?” Sylvie asks.

“…” Wei Qing’s smile froze for a moment. “Take them off,” she says.

Wei Qing closed her eyes and heard the rustling sound of Sylvie moving.

That odd feeling floated up again somehow.

“Is it okay now?” Sylvie asks.

“Yes,” Wei Qing says.

Wei Qing opened her eyes.

The girl’s body sank into the blanket.

Her nightgown lay tossed to the side.

Her eyes looked obedient, misty blue pupils gazing at Wei Qing.

Her thin arms stayed outside, showing some ugly scars.

The blanket barely covered her chest, half her shoulder exposed.

“Sleep, close your eyes,” Wei Qing sighed somehow.

Sylvie closed her eyes.

After a while, Wei Qing leaned close to check her, testing her breath.

Sylvie opened her eyes.

Her lashes looked long, her pupils misty.

“Master, what do you do?” Sylvie asks.

Wei Qing pulled her hand back awkwardly. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” she asks.

The girl stayed silent for a moment.

Her lashes lowered.

She turned her body to one side slowly.

The blanket lifted with her movement; her silver-gray hair covered the pillow.

Her neck looked snow-white and thin, her shoulders fragile.

More body parts and some deep red scars showed faintly.

Her voice sounded small, her back somehow revealed vulnerability.

“I think… I still can’t sleep,” Sylvie says.

“Can you come up and sleep with me?” she asks.

“When I slept with my mom as a kid, I felt very safe,” she says.