Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 8
The killing intent value… What?!!
Wei Qing suddenly opened her eyes.
The ceiling looked stark white and dim.
The flimsy ceiling light resembled a scene from a horror movie.
She pondered for a moment and closed her eyes again.
She opened her eyes again.
She closed her eyes.
She finally let out a frustrated breath.
Her expression carried a strange mix of doubt and disbelief.
She couldn’t quite figure it out.
The killing intent value and the affection level of 1, less than a stranger’s.
What did that mean? Wasn’t she gentle and considerate enough today?
Even her mom never got the privilege of being fed by her personally!
Wei Qing covered her face.
Her fingers enveloped her entire face.
Her voice leaked through the gaps, muttering softly.
“This damn thing… Is it some modded version?”
Over the past three months, Wei Qing developed a habit of sleeping early and waking early.
In an era without the internet, the only way people communicated remotely was through an old-fashioned telephone.
She didn’t know anyone here.
Last night, studying those lines of data caused her some insomnia.
Her biological clock still woke her early, but she felt listless.
Indeed, she lacked energy.
She crawled out of bed and noticed her hair didn’t stick up today, which slightly improved her mood.
She pushed open her room’s door, ready to brew tea to shake off her drowsiness.
Passing the next room, she saw the door and stepped back.
Yesterday, for some reason, the game’s usual first-night dialogue didn’t happen.
The “This room is so clean, can I really sleep here? Really?” conversation never occurred.
When Wei Qing told her to sleep in the room, Sylvie quickly lowered her head and said, “Yes, Master.”
But Sylvie didn’t sleep on the bed.
The frail girl sat against the wall, knees hugged to her chest, head buried in them.
Her silver-gray hair enveloped her.
The bed’s white sheets remained pristine, without a single wrinkle.
Perhaps sensing Wei Qing’s gaze or hearing her footsteps, Sylvie’s body trembled slightly.
She lifted her head.
“Master?”
“Why are you sleeping on the floor?” Wei Qing asked, puzzled.
Why sleep on the floor?
“The bed is too clean. I’m too dirty. I didn’t dare…” Sylvie said softly.
Of course not.
Her mind just wandered, wondering how this woman would react if she followed the usual progression.
She still tried repeating the events from the first time.
Though such actions might be meaningless.
After a day of bizarre conversations and behaviors with this woman, Sylvie had been silently stunned time and again.
The woman let out an “Oh,” looking thoughtful.
“It’s true. I forgot to tell you to bathe yesterday. How long have you worn those clothes?” Wei Qing asked.
Sylvie froze at the question.
She fell silent again.
She saw the woman’s slightly parted lips.
Her gaze trembled, and her body tensed slightly.
The woman seemed to realize something.
She looked at Sylvie, raised her eyelids, and casually ran her fingers through her hair.
She lifted her graceful chin.
Her long lashes fluttered up and down.
She scrutinized Sylvie with a slightly critical gaze.
Her words came clear and concise, her expression carrying poorly concealed disdain.
“They’re so tattered. Your last master was too stingy,” Wei Qing said.
Good, very good.
Sylvie subtly glanced at the thin, rough hem of her skirt.
Well, she wasn’t wrong.
But how rude.
Wei Qing suddenly realized this was a living person, not the 2D game character who wore a default cloth skirt for days before unlocking the shopping function to buy new clothes.
In this weather, moving around caused sweating; not bathing or changing before bed must feel awful.
So, this little slave had some cleanliness habits.
But where did that killing intent come from?
Did this adult game have such a version?
Wei Qing rubbed her chin, pondering.
This little slave didn’t seem aggressive at all, with that frail frame…
“Are you angry lately? Irritable? The kind of mood where you want to kill someone?” Wei Qing asked.
She leaned against the door, her posture lazy, her question blunt.
Her voice stayed calm.
The woman’s cold tone, when devoid of strong emotion, sounded oddly serene, especially with her half-lidded eyes.
Her steady gaze was somewhat intimidating.
Sylvie met her eyes and instinctively tightened her arms.
From this angle… The woman’s light-colored pupils tilted toward her.
Her lazy, casual stance and downward gaze carried an odd sense of condescension.
Her legs looked long, as if she were looking down on her.
But what kind of question was that?
Sylvie wasn’t scared, just found the question abrupt and erratic.
She couldn’t follow the woman’s train of thought.
They stared at each other for a moment.
Wei Qing saw Sylvie’s face finally show a visible expression of speechlessness, the first in two days.
She looked deeply puzzled.
“Master,” Sylvie says.
Is something wrong with your brain?
“What are you talking about?” she says.
Wei Qing studied her for a moment and realized she couldn’t read anything.
Sylvie’s eyes even seemed to scold her.
“Oh, nothing. I dreamed you stabbed me with a knife last night,” Wei Qing said casually.
Sylvie relaxed her suddenly tense mood.
She loosened her whitened knuckles and wondered why the woman dreamed of such things.
Did it connect to her previous experiences?
She stood up, changing the topic.
“Master, I don’t have spare clothes,” she says.
“No problem. You can wear mine. They might be big, but in a few days, when I unlock… I mean, when I have time, I’ll take you to buy some,” Wei Qing said.
“Do you wear skirts or what?” Wei Qing asked, waving her over.
Sylvie opened her mouth.
“Forget it, wear a skirt. This one’s short on me, but it should fit you,” Wei Qing said.
She rummaged through the closet and tossed Sylvie a black skirt.
Sylvie held the clothes, pausing for a moment.
“Is this a gift from Master?” she says.
“A gift? I guess so. I can’t wear it anyway,” Wei Qing said, pondering. The word “gift” amused her.
She chuckled softly.
But her laugh didn’t last long.
She soon remembered the person before her was the adult game’s heroine, possibly a modded version.
Wei Qing felt sad again.
Her expression turned gloomy, and she sighed.
“Go take a bath. Breakfast is after,” Wei Qing said.
Sylvie watched the woman’s expression change throughout.
The woman didn’t hide her emotions.
Her pretty face now looked heavy, lost in thought.
Sylvie touched the soft fabric of the clothes and lowered her eyes. Her emotions remained unclear.