Chapter 58: Come on, little sister, let’s take a nice bath together!

Sylvia’s little face was full of exhaustion.

“Today was really too tiring … “

She mumbled softly.

Her blood-red eyes were half-closed.

Clearly showing her sleepiness.

“Why is it so troublesome just to go out?”

Avira was peeling an apple beside her.

Her movements were gentle and skilled, each slice just right.

“Sis, open your mouth.”

Sylvia obediently opened her little mouth.

She bit down on the apple slice that Avira handed her.

The sweet juice burst in her mouth.

It made her mood a little better.

Chased away some of the day’s gloom.

“Sis, I want to take a bath.”

Sylvia said after swallowing the apple.

Her little hand rubbed her arm.

“It feels like those people’s eyes are still all over me, sticky and gross.”

She scrunched her little nose, her face full of disgust.

Avira’s eyes lit up instantly.

“I’ll bathe with my little sister!”

She put down the knife in her hand and excitedly scooped Sylvia up.

“Come on, let’s go to the bathroom.”

Sylvia didn’t refuse.

Her sister’s warmth made her feel at ease.

And she really did need to wash away today’s fatigue.

The bathroom in the separate courtyard was extremely luxurious.

A huge bath was carved from a single piece of white jade.

Around it, glowing magic crystals were embedded, emitting a soft light.

Warm steam curled in the air.

Carrying a faint scent of roses.

A tranquil warmth filled the air.

Avira set Sylvia down and began adjusting the water temperature.

Her slender fingers dipped into the water, feeling the change in temperature.

“What kind of water does my little sister like?”

“Just warm is fine.”

Sylvia stood to the side, her little hands starting to undo her sash.

Avira tried the water temperature, then turned to look at Sylvia.

The little one was struggling with the complicated ties on her dress.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, looking especially cute.

“Let me help you.”

Avira walked over.

Her fingers nimbly untied the decorative silk ribbons.

Her movements were gentle and careful, afraid to hurt her beloved sister.

Sylvia let her sister help.

This feeling of being cared for made her very relaxed.

Soon, both of them had changed into thin bathrobes.

Avira stepped into the water first, then reached out to take Sylvia.

“Careful, the water’s a bit deep.”

Avira gently lowered her into the warm water.

Sylvia sat in the bath.

The warm water surrounded her, her tense muscles relaxing at once.

“So comfortable … “

She let out a satisfied sigh.

Her blood-red eyes were half closed, her little face flushed.

Avira sat behind her and picked up a jar of fragrant cream from the side.

“I’ll wash your hair for you.”

Sylvia nodded and closed her eyes to enjoy her sister’s service.

Avira scooped out some cream and rubbed it between her palms.

She gently worked it into Sylvia’s silver hair.

Her movements were extremely gentle, her fingertips gliding through the strands.

“Sis, your hands are so gentle.”

Sylvia said in a small voice, obvious enjoyment in her tone.

“Of course.”

Avira replied proudly, a doting smile on her face.

“I’m only this gentle to you.”

Her fingers danced through the silver hair.

Massaging Sylvia’s scalp tenderly.

Fine bubbles fluttered through her hair, giving off a faint floral scent.

Sylvia completely relaxed.

Today’s fatigue gradually melted away in the warm water and her sister’s gentle touch.

“Sis, why are those people so weird?”

Sylvia suddenly asked, her voice soft.

“Because there’s something wrong with their brains.”

Avira replied bluntly, her tone full of disdain.

“What normal person would treat a sneeze as a miracle?”

Sylvia couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sis, you really say it straight.”

“You have to be direct with idiots.”

Avira started rinsing Sylvia’s hair with clean water.

Warm water ran down her silver hair.

“You’re too kind. If it were me, I’d have killed them all already.”

“Don’t kill people.”

Sylvia said softly, her little hand waving gently in the water.

“They have wild imaginations, but no ill intent.”

Avira pursed her lips.

“You’re just too soft-hearted.”

She rinsed Sylvia’s hair clean.

Then picked up some soap and began washing her back.

Her movements were gentle and careful.

“That tin can’s expression today was so funny.”

Avira recalled the scene of Bartholomew being sent flying with an elbow and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“He flew so high, and screamed so miserably.”

Sylvia also remembered that scene, her little face flushing.

“Sis, you were too rough.”

“I was already being gentle.”

Avira didn’t care, her hands gliding softly over Sylvia’s back.

“If I really used force, he would’ve turned into minced meat.”

Her touch was gentle and meticulous, washing away the day’s dust.

“Your skin is so nice.”

Avira praised, her eyes full of adoration.

“So fair and tender, and so smooth to touch.”

Sylvia was a bit shy from the praise.

The tips of her ears turned slightly red.

“Yours is nice too, Sis.”

The two of them sat together in the warm water.

This quiet moment made Sylvia feel an unprecedented sense of security.

“Sis, when do you think we can go home?”

Sylvia leaned against Avira’s arms and asked.

There was a hint of longing in her voice.

“Soon.”

Avira gently stroked her damp silver hair.

“Mother’s plan should be finished soon.”

“What plan?”

Sylvia asked curiously.

Her blood-red eyes sparkled with the light of inquiry.

“Intimidation.”

Avira said simply.

Her tone became serious.

“Let these humans know our strength.”

“Then they won’t dare to act rashly anymore.”

Sylvia nodded thoughtfully.

Mother always acted with careful consideration.

There must be a deeper purpose to this visit.

“But I think it’s having the opposite effect.”

She muttered softly, a trace of distress in her eyes.

“They seem even more fanatical.”

Avira was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

“You’re right, little sister!”

“Those people really are even crazier!”

She laughed so hard she bent over, sending water splashing everywhere.

“But that’s fine too.”

Avira wiped the tears from her eyes.

Her smile now carried a dangerous edge.

“Madmen are easier to deal with than clever people.”

Sylvia was infected by her sister’s laughter.

She couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile too.

The two of them played in the bath for a while.

Avira began washing Sylvia’s feet.

“Your feet are so small.”

She cupped Sylvia’s fair, tender little feet.

Reluctant to let go.

The tiny feet felt especially delicate in her palm.

Sylvia felt a little ticklish.

She couldn’t help but curl her toes.

“Sis, don’t mess around.”

“I’m not, I’m not.”

Avira washed them carefully.

Her movements were extremely gentle.

“I’m going to make you smell lovely and fresh.”

After the bath.

Avira wrapped Sylvia up in a soft towel.

The towel was warm and gentle.

Wrapping up her small body.

She carefully dried Sylvia’s hair.

“You smell so nice, little sister.”

Avira sniffed at her neck.

Her eyes filled with intoxication.

“Even better than flowers.”

Sylvia felt ticklish.

She couldn’t help but shy away.

“Sis, you have to dry your hair too, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“Vampires don’t catch colds.”

Avira said.

But she still obediently dried her hair.

The two of them changed into light sleepwear.

Sylvia’s was a light blue Silk Nightdress.

Avira’s was black.

The silky fabric clung to their skin.

Comfortable and cool.

“Little sister, sleep with me tonight.”

Avira suggested.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.