Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 34 (pt. 2)

After tidying up, they got into bed and turned off the light.

“Can I hold you?” Sylvie asks.

“Hug, hug, hug,” the woman said casually.

Sylvie slowly scooted closer.

In the dark, a soft, warm body pressed against her.

It smelled nice… Wei Qing took a deep breath, her face heating.

Were all young girls this soft and fragrant?

But “hugging” was just an arm resting on her waist.

Sylvie faced her sideways, her hand moving slowly, grasping Wei Qing’s arm, her fingers lightly resting on it.

It felt inexplicably cautious.

Wei Qing’s heart softened.

Sylvie rubbed her face against her shoulder.

Then she squinted contentedly.

“Do you know my name?” Wei Qing asked suddenly.

The question was abrupt, causing a pause. “Master?” Sylvie says.

“My name,” Wei Qing said, her face darkening.

“…”

Sylvie’s lips curved, a smile appearing.

In the dark, the woman couldn’t see her expression.

“You’re Wei Qing,” she said softly.

Wei Qing made a sound, feeling intrigued.

“You actually know? How?” she asked.

She never corrected the little heroine’s way of addressing her.

Sylvie had called her “Master” for a month.

“Your signature was on the patient record book. I saw it by chance,” Sylvie said.

“I see,” Wei Qing said, then nudged Sylvie’s knee with her own.

“Then call me by my name from now on.”

Her name? Wei Qing?

“…”

Sylvie frowned, troubled, and stayed silent.

Wei Qing frowned too, confused.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It feels… unfamiliar. I…” Sylvie says.

“You can’t say it?” Wei Qing asked.

Sylvie nodded, then, realizing Wei Qing couldn’t see, hummed.

“It’s too formal, too serious,” she says.

“Serious? Is it? Am I serious when I say your name?”

Wei Qing asked, surprised, then called out, “Sylvie?”

Sylvie held back a laugh.

“When you say my name, it’s not serious. It sounds nice, and I’m happy,” she says.

“Then you’re playing favorites,” Wei Qing said.

“Master…” Sylvie said, unable to argue, her voice stretching out with a hint of playfulness.

Wei Qing’s face heated, and she huffed.

“No acting cute,” she said.

Her breath was on her neck.

Sylvie went quiet, her eyes curving with a smile.

She suddenly rubbed her knee against the woman’s thigh, her voice soft.

“Then… Qingqing Master?” she asks.

“Qing?” Wei Qing frowned, confused.

“No kissing. Kissing is acting cute too,” she said.

Sylvie couldn’t hold back her laugh.

Even Wei Qing could feel the girl’s body trembling slightly against her.

“…What’s so funny?” Wei Qing asked, feeling embarrassed despite not knowing why.

She tried to pull her arm back, but Sylvie held it tighter.

Her soft chest pressed firmly against her.

“Sorry, Master,” the girl said, her voice soft and a bit aggrieved.

In the dark, where no one could see, her fair brows curved, her misty blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

The woman’s hand reached out in the dark, pinched Sylvie’s face, and her voice sounded awkward.

“You’re really… so weird,” she said.