Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 32 (pt. 2)

Wei Qing sat up, her expression twisting for a moment.

She wasn’t sure if it was from hunger or overdoing it—maybe both.

Her waist ached with a dull soreness.

She got out of bed and turned to look at Sylvie.

That morning, she had thrown a loose sleep dress on her.

Sylvie’s silver hair spilled out, her neck fair and slender, her collarbone exposed.

When she sat up, she frowned slightly, then brushed some hair that had fallen into her neckline.

When Sylvie noticed Wei Qing looking, she raised her eyes and gave a natural, faint smile.

“… What’s wrong, Master?”

Her voice was a bit hoarse.

Wei Qing hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed to ask.

“Don’t you feel sore?”

“What do you mean?”

Sylvie tilted her head.

“…Your body.”

Sylvie proved it with actions.

Wei Qing caught Sylvie as she stumbled toward her.

Wei Qing: “…”

Sylvie rubbed against her lightly in her arms, her voice soft and obedient.

“Maybe a little… Thank you, Master.”

Wei Qing patted her head.

“No need to thank me.”

She paused, couldn’t help but smile, and added, “…Good girl.”

There, Task 1 was done.

She thought of her earlier sneaky effort, wasted.

Her chest felt pleasantly warm.

Sylvie frowned slightly, smiling…?

She met Wei Qing’s eyes.

The woman’s eyes curved up slightly, her gaze soft and gentle.

Oh well, Sylvie curved her eyes too.

Happy… she was happy too.

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Wei Qing touched her chin and put the bread she took from the fridge back.

Alright, let’s see how delicious this apple pie really was.

As she was about to close her eyes, she thought of something and glanced at Sylvie, who was coming out from the doorway.

On a whim, she said, “Sylvie.”

“Hm?” Sylvie looked up.

“Let me show you something cool.”

Sylvie held the wall with one hand, obediently lowering her eyes to look at the hand Wei Qing extended.

Her palm was fair with a pinkish hue, her fingers slender and long.

A very pretty hand.

Then she saw Wei Qing close her eyes.

Wei Qing silently thought of her inventory.

[ Inventory: Delicious Apple Pie *3 ]

[ Take out ]

…

[ Take out ]

…

[ Take out, take out ]

She quickly sensed something was wrong.

There was no feeling of anything materializing.

She struggled to focus for a minute and opened her eyes.

As expected, her hand was empty.

Wei Qing: “…”

What’s that supposed to mean?

Did she have to stay materialistic in front of the heroine?

The woman’s expression stiffened.

Though Sylvie didn’t understand her behavior, she still gave a polite, faint smile.

“Master, your hand is very pretty.”

Wei Qing was quiet for a moment, then returned a gentle smile.

“Thank you.”

“Master, I’ll go cook then.”

“No, wait, I’ll do it.”

Wei Qing pulled her back, telling her to sit on the sofa.

Sylvie glanced at the arm Wei Qing was holding.

Her palm was warm, fingers long and slender, easily encircling her.

Very long…

She blinked, her expression soft and obedient.

“Okay.”

Wei Qing didn’t notice the shift in Sylvie’s gaze.

She was thinking she wasn’t that exploitative.

Still skeptical, she went to the kitchen.

Had it been so long since she did tasks that the system had issues after upgrading?

She stretched out her hand, closed her eyes, and silently thought.

Her hand soon felt heavy.

She gave a cold humph and opened her eyes.

In her hand was a golden pie, still steaming, with a slowly spreading aroma.

The crust was crispy, the filling plump.

[ Inventory: Delicious Apple Pie *2 ]

[ Take out ]

[ Inventory: Delicious Apple Pie *1 ]