Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 9
Wei Qing ate breakfast thoughtfully.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, remembered something suddenly, and closed her eyes.
After a moment, she frowned.
“…”
She opened her eyes again.
The woman furrowed her brows and muttered softly, “This is damn weird.”
She couldn’t see it anymore? Why?
Actually, she thought about checking those data again when she woke up this morning.
However, she found that no matter how she closed or opened her eyes, nothing happened.
Her mind felt completely empty.
It almost made her suspect that yesterday’s experience was an illusion caused by a ghost possessing her.
… Could it be a timing issue? Did it have to be at night?
Wei Qing propped her chin suspiciously.
Her gaze wandered casually and soon fixed on one spot.
Outside the window, sunlight shone warmly, the city glowed brightly, the unpolluted sky seemed blue.
The flower beds displayed vibrant colors, swaying slightly in the breeze.
It was bright, very bright.
She squinted her eyes slightly.
Her mouth chewed tastelessly.
… Light?
Whatever, she would try it.
If it didn’t work, she would wait until bedtime.
Wei Qing quickly raised her hand.
She bit a soft piece of toast, preparing to test her idea.
She closed her eyes, covered them with both hands tightly, leaving no gaps.
She still felt some light.
She adjusted her position, turning her back to the window.
Now it felt purely dark.
Her attempt succeeded.
After about ten seconds, those lines of text appeared before her eyes again.
…
Character: Sylvie
Time: Second day of living together (Morning)
Mood: Average
Health: 40 (old injuries, stomach issues, malnutrition, weakness, low bl00d sugar…)
Favorability: 0 (less than a stranger)
Killing Intent: 45 (dangerous)
Lewdness: ? (locked)
Fragment Capture: […Is her mind okay?]
Killing Intent: 44 (dangerous)…
…
Killing Intent: 43
“…”
What did that mean? Why was favorability still 0?
Wei Qing frowned, feeling speechless for a moment.
Also, what was this fragment capture thing?
These two seemed like things not in the game.
Was the mind issue about this little slave?
Was the female lead a psychopath?
Was that why there was a killing intent stat?
But this person’s health issues were genuinely concerning.
She thought randomly.
The number behind killing intent suddenly jumped twice, changing and dropping to 40.
She furrowed her eyebrows, puzzled.
What? What did she do?
“…”
Sylvie stood not far from her.
When she came out, she saw this scene.
The woman bit a piece of toast, her lips very red.
Her long black hair was tucked behind her ears, some strands falling in front, covering her chest’s rise and fall.
Her eyebrows arched, her jaw gleamed white.
She sat upright, her slender fingers covered her eyes.
She stayed motionless, doing who-knows-what.
Sylvie tilted her head, made no sound, and stood for three minutes.
The woman maintained this position for three minutes.
“…” Sylvie sighed almost imperceptibly.
“Master,” she finally called out.
“Ah,” Wei Qing snapped back to reality upon hearing the voice.
She lowered her hands, raised them again, touched her forehead, squinted her eyes, and struggled to open them.
She stung by a sudden burst of strong sunlight.
She adapted to the light slowly.
After her vision cleared, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, hummed in confusion, and said, “Your hair is blue too.”
“Too?”
Sylvie repeated her seemingly odd word choice softly.
“Yes, and your eyes too,” Wei Qing tilted her head, feeling somewhat dazzled.
She paused and added, “That dress suits you pretty well.”
…
The girl’s hair ends were still slightly damp.
Her appearance became much clearer.
Her face carried some lingering flush, likely from the steam.
She had a sharp chin and misty gray-blue eyes that seemed hazy when looking at people.
Her hair wasn’t very long, just past her collarbone; it shimmered with a blue tint under the sunlight.
The black short dress Wei Qing gave her made the girl’s skin look even paler.
A winding red scar wrapped around her slender arm and straight collarbone, yet it didn’t look bad.
Instead, it gave a striking, contrasting allure.
Wei Qin felt a sense of awe as if seeing her appearance clearly for the first time.
… As expected, the female lead was still a female lead, quite eye-catching.
Wei Qing’s mood improved a bit.
She waved her hand, calling Sylvie over, then patted her head.
The woman’s voice sounded light and airy, her long eye tails lifted slightly, giving a somewhat charming look.
“Pretty girls should wear pretty dresses,” she said.
She complimented frankly and sincerely, still chewing slowly, her cheeks puffed out a bit, her voice slightly muffled but clearly in a good mood.
Sylvie looked into the eyes watching her.
They were very close now.
The woman rubbed her head, her emotions clear in her eyes.
“…”
Sylvie curled her fingers, feeling an inexplicable shiver rise from her back, spreading to her brain, making it tingle.
This feeling… Her mind went blank. In a place neither could see, the pale numbers flickered slightly.
…
[ Favorability: +20 ]
…
Sylvie actually resisted bathing a bit.
She remembered the first time, or rather, almost every time after.
After bathing, she always wore a man’s shirt, the oversized shirt barely covering her thighs, the collar loose and baggy.
She tugged at the hem uneasily, in the same setting, the same environment.
The man sat on the sofa, smiling, his gaze sticky and appraising her up and down.
His eyes carried a disgusting look he thought he hid well.
She stole a scalpel from the man, hid it under her pillow, and a few days later, when he entered her room… she slit his throat with it.
She felt relieved her instincts were correct.
The dress the woman gave her was surprisingly well-fitted, the fabric soft and comfortable against her skin.
Although some of her actions and words were odd… so far, she sensed no threat from this woman.
The woman’s brows and eyes were relaxed, her emotions clearly visible, unhidden.
Just as Sylvie was curious about the woman, the woman seemed equally curious about her.
Sylvie’s nose was sensitive.
When she took the dress, she smelled a faint woody scent, either from the woman’s wardrobe or her body.
It wasn’t unpleasant, not off-putting, just a light woody fragrance that felt non-threatening.
She held the dress, her fingertips gently rubbing it, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
In less than two days, she had quickly formed an impression of this woman.
Aside from some words that made her pause, this woman was actually… quite interesting, making her almost look forward to the days ahead.
…
“Why don’t you say thank you when I compliment you?”
Sylvie snapped out of her daze, leaning back slightly, pulling away from the almost-too-close distance between them.
She paused, then said softly, “Thank you.”
The woman sat up straight again, smoothed her hair, and grinned, saying, “Good girl.”