My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 65 How about I give you a kiss?

Song Che noticed that Xia Li's lips curved slightly when he praised her.

Although it was only for a moment, she quickly straightened her expression and returned to her usual indifferent look.

But this is already a remarkable step forward.

He knew that even though Xia Li had learned to laugh, she was still unaccustomed to it deep down, and even resisted this kind of emotional expression.

Just like before, he clearly liked looking at pretty girls on the street, but if someone asked him about it to his face, he would always subconsciously deny it or change the subject.

Some things are always the hardest the first time.

It requires patience, guidance, and... explaining things in simple terms while maintaining a steady pace.

Xia Li is indeed becoming more and more like a human being.

It wasn't about her appearance, but rather the increasingly human reactions she displayed: slight annoyance, fleeting smugness, barely perceptible shyness, and the smile he caught at that moment.

Song Che was planning to teach her a few more dishes in the future. Firstly, it would greatly improve her standing in her mother's eyes—a girl who can cook and is willing to work makes elders feel at ease. Secondly, it would also soothe His Highness's sensitive pride.

She was always thinking about making money, being useful, and not living there for nothing.

This is a habit ingrained in her, or rather, a kind of "Your Highness's Illness".

She seems to have a natural need for some kind of "contract" to define the relationship, regardless of whether the contract is strictly equal, there must at least be a framework of agreement, punishment and reward.

This current state of simply being cared for is clearly making her uneasy.

She usually puts on an indifferent act, and Song Che suspects that it's mostly a disguise when she's at a loss.

Interestingly, even though Xia Li possesses mind-reading abilities, Song Che feels that his own ability to "read" her thoughts is probably no less impressive.

She can't hide anything at all. If something is on her mind, even if she tries not to say it, her eyes and habits will always give it away.

What's even more interesting is that even when she "hears" his inner thoughts, she often can't understand the intricacies of them. Sometimes, when he rambles on, she becomes even more confused and ends up not understanding what he really means.

After finishing lunch, Song Che seized the time to catch up on sleep—every minute of sleep was precious on this hard-won day off for the senior high school students.

Xia Li always seemed to be full of energy.

She stayed alone in her room, continuing to ponder the things that she couldn't understand no matter how hard she tried.

She discovered that there were simply too many things she couldn't understand. This world was infinitely more complex than Hitler's.

In Hitler, life seemed much simpler.

Studying magic, concocting potions, handling government affairs, responding to wars... the goals are clear, and the path is well-defined.

But here, there are too many concepts, rules, and... especially, emotions that she cannot understand.

Lately, the word she thinks about most is "like".

She knew the love for the mysteries of magic, that burning thirst for knowledge and power. She also knew the love for rare potion ingredients, that focused desire to collect and study them.

But when the object of her affection changed to a different person... she was completely at a loss.

She didn't understand the logic behind Song Che's sometimes clumsy, sometimes cunning behavior.

That little rascal will laugh at her for being stupid.

They didn't understand their body's strange reactions at all.

When he gets close, I subconsciously tense up, feeling that I should resist, but my body honestly gives me a hint of... comfort.

It felt like a weak electric current coursing through my limbs and bones; it wasn't uncomfortable, but rather made me a little dizzy.

...I don't dislike Song Che.

She was certain of that.

...But, do I like Song Che?

She asked herself the question. Her mind was blank, with no answer.

This made her feel more anxious than ever before, to the point that her head was about to explode.

Deep within my memory, some dusty fragments resurface.

Those were words spoken in a cold tone by a deceased witch when she was still in Hittite:

"Witches are destined to never truly love another."

"All the witches who fell in love with mortals... are dead."

"That is a taboo etched into our blood and destiny. Your Highness, please remember it."

At the time, Xia Li was still a young witch, and upon hearing this, she felt a chill run down her spine.

die?

She didn't want to die.

So she buried this warning deep inside, along with her instinctive wariness and alienation from the word "love."

But now, this sealed-off problem, along with Song Che's mischievous smile, has barged back in forcefully.

Why?

Why do witches die when they fall in love with someone else?

What exactly does love feel like?

Is it related to her current state of confusion, excitement, and bittersweet feelings?

If this is it... will she die?

Xia Li burrowed herself completely under the covers, her silver hair spread messily across the pillow. She curled up, her toes clenched tightly together, and her fingers gripped the sheets.

I feel so bad.

My heart felt like it was stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton.

Heavy and wet.

Feeling stuffy and bloated, unable to sort things out, unable to break free.

She even missed the days when she was with Hitler, when all she had to do was face powerful enemies and heavy political duties.

At least back then, she knew what to do and what to guard against.

Swords and magic have traceable paths, but the human heart... especially one's own heart, is an uncharted sea.

The sound of traffic could be heard from afar outside the window, while Bruce's soft snoring could be heard inside the room. Song Che's steady breathing could also be faintly heard through the wall in the next room.

She didn't know what to do.

The turmoil lingered in Xia Li's mind for a long time until the sunlight dimmed and Song Che knocked on her door. Only then did she stop thinking about these complicated matters. She got up, opened the door, and said, "I wasn't asleep. Are you going out?"

"Yeah, I'm going to Aunt Lan's apartment building. Mom rented a place and wants me to clean it." Song Che paused. "Shall we go together, or rest a bit longer?"

"I want to go too."

"Okay, then you can bring me a broom and a dustpan, I'll take the rest."

Song Che went to the bathroom to find some tools.

Xia Li went to the balcony and picked up the broom.

Song Che was always in a good mood when he woke up, and Xia Li sensed his good mood and inexplicably felt happy as well.

He came out of the bathroom with a small bucket in his hand, containing a mop and a rag. He then went to the balcony and got a small broom.

"I'll sweep with you later. After we're done, I'll mop the floor, and you can wipe the windows with a cloth."

"it is good."

"Can you make a bed?"

"meeting."

"Then you can make the bed while you're at it."

"it is good."

"Then can't you sweep the floor yourself?"

"OK."

"How about I leave it all to you?"

"it is good."

"Can I give you a kiss?"

"it is good."

"..."

"No, it's not good." Xia Li took two steps back, her eyes wide. "You, you..."

"What did I do wrong? You said it yourself."

"You're being indecent!"

"Is it my fault? Just tell me if you said it or not."

"...Me." Xia Li didn't know that this wasn't actually her fault; it was Song Che taking advantage of her lack of conventional thinking. She lowered her head. "It's my fault."