My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 146 Where to Sleep?

The wicked woman refused to leave no matter what, and she explained most of what she could, especially proving that she was Xia Li by mentioning things like erotic novels—Xia Li didn't believe her otherwise, but immediately broke out in a cold sweat when this was mentioned, which made Song Che wonder what the two of them were hiding from him.

This little yellow book—there's some speculation, could it be that Xia Li is actually a pervert?

Song Che wasn't sure, but seeing that Xia Li acknowledged that the other person was indeed him, he stopped worrying about it and washed the dishes.

When I came out, I saw the two of them arguing again.

The black-haired Xia Li looked more composed, but not by much. When they got into a fight, both Xia Lis were like children, and they were about to start bickering.

"You don't belong here. Letting you stay is already a relief, but you're pushing your luck. This scarf Song Che gave me, put it down!"

What's yours is mine.

"—You are you, and I am me."

"Then I'll give you this." The wicked woman took off her tattered cloth and handed it to Xia Li. "This is the scarf. Let's switch."

"—Do you think I'm stupid?" Xia Li felt that the other person was very disrespectful to her.

"You're so naive." The wicked woman put the scarf back. "I told you, I've tried many possibilities. Song Che is trying to find a way to be with you right now, like you two are running for your lives, and suddenly it starts raining. He couldn't go far to begin with, but he still holds an umbrella for you. Do you know why?"

"————" Some vague concepts surfaced in Xia Li's mind, but she didn't know exactly what they were.

"Because you once held an umbrella for him." The wicked woman's tone was gentle. "I'm here, indeed for myself, but I also want to help you. I ask you, if the future is already predetermined, will you still move forward with determination?"

"I—" Xia Li didn't quite understand.

The wicked woman laughed, "Then let me tell you, anything is possible in the future."

Xia Li didn't understand what she was saying, but she was certain, "I will seize the moment."

"Really?" the wicked woman said meaningfully. "Then you'd better seize the moment."

Bad women are like cultivators, sitting for an entire morning, closing their eyes and meditating.

After the college entrance exam, the weather grew hotter and hotter. The cicadas kept chirping, their voices loud and dense, as if they wanted to sing for the whole summer. But the bad woman seemed not to hear them, her heart as calm as still water.

By noon, it was even hotter. Song Che rolled up his sleeves, but the wicked woman remained unmoved.

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The computer is on, but nobody's watching it. One TV series finished airing, then they started playing GG. After GG finished, they started playing another TV series.

Xia Li leaned against the left side of the sofa, staring blankly at the computer screen.

Xia Li, with black hair, sat on the right side of the sofa, her legs crossed.

Song Che sat in the middle, glancing to his left and then to his right.

He found that he was beginning to be able to tell the two people apart.

It wasn't just the hair color. The silver-haired one sat more upright, as if always tense; the black-haired one also sat upright, but with more relaxed shoulders, as if accustomed to this posture. The silver-haired one blinked faster when looking at people; the black-haired one barely blinked, just staring for a long time.

And facial expressions.

The silver-haired one purses her lips when she's unhappy, while the black-haired one lowers her eyes when she's unhappy.

These differences are minor, but you can see them after sitting for a while.

"What are you looking at?" Xia Li suddenly asked.

Song Che paused for a moment, "I didn't see anything."

"You've been watching us."

""

"I am—"

He paused, then said, "I was just looking at you."

Xia Li looked at him. "What did you figure out?"

Song Che thought for a moment, "I can tell you're different."

"What's different?"

"In many places," Song Che said, "the way he sits, the way he looks at people, when he's unhappy—"

As he was talking, he suddenly noticed that Xia Li with black hair was also looking at him.

"Go on," said Xia Li, who has black hair.

Song Che felt a little pressured being stared at by two people at the same time. "It's just... some minor details."

"For example?" Xia Li with silver hair pressed.

Song Che thought for a moment, "For example, she wouldn't have the same expression as you right now."

Xia Li was taken aback. "What kind of expression is that?"

"It's just—" Song Che didn't know how to put it, "it's that kind of—serious expression."

Xia Li looked at the black-haired Xia Li.

Xia Li, with her black hair, nodded. "I really don't know how."

"Why?" asked Xia Li, who has silver hair.

"Because there's nothing to take seriously," said Xia Li with black hair. "You'll know once you wait. Most things aren't important."

Xia Li listened and continued fiddling with the computer.

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked at her and said, "But it's a good thing that you still take things seriously."

"Good news?"

"Hmm," Xia Li with black hair said, "Being serious means you care. Caring means you're still alive."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Sometimes I want to be serious, but I can't find anything to argue about."

There's a period drama playing on TV, and people are fighting. There are flashing swords and the dubbing is very loud.

After a while, Xia Li paused the video. "You just said that most things aren't important. Then what are important?"

Xia Li, with her black hair, thought for a moment, "Now—"

She glanced out the window, "Sunbathing, feeling the breeze, listening to the cicadas."

She glanced at the coffee table. "Drink water, eat, and sit still."

She glanced at Song Che, "Look at him."

Xia Li turned the video back on.

Xia Li, with her black hair, smiled. "These are very important."

Song Che, who was listening nearby, suddenly felt that what was said was really well said.

He thought that time can indeed teach people a lot.

"And what about before?" Xia Li asked again, "What did you think was important before?"

Xia Li, with her black hair, thought for a moment, "Before—"

She paused for a moment, "I used to think many things were important. Finding him, waiting for him to come back, proving that I was the one he was waiting for."

""

She looked down at her hands, "and then I realized it didn't matter."

Why?

"Because when I finally got to him, he wasn't the same person anymore," Xia Li, with her black hair, said. "He came, and then he left. He looked at me, but he didn't recognize me. He spoke to me, but then forgot everything."

She looked up at Xia Li, "Do you know what that feeling feels like?"

Xia Li shook her head.

"That's good," said Xia Li with black hair. "It's best if you don't understand."

She reached out, picked up a glass from the coffee table, and took a sip of water.

The glass was transparent, and the water sloshed around inside.

Xia Li watched her drink water and suddenly asked, "Why do you always look at your cup when you drink water?"

Xia Li, with her black hair, was stunned for a moment. "What?"

"Look at the cup," said Xia Li, who has silver hair. "You have to take a look at it before you drink from it."

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked down at the cup in her hand. "Really?"

"Um."

Xia Li, with her black hair, thought for a moment, "Maybe it's because—it's been too long since anyone has drunk water with me."

She put the cup down. "Before, when I was alone, I would always look at the cup before drinking water to make sure there was water in it, that the water was clean, and that the cup wasn't broken."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I'm used to it."

Xia Li listened, reached for her cup, and took a sip.

The period drama on TV finished its action scenes and started showing romance. The male and female leads hugged each other and said things like "I'll wait for you to come back."

Looking at the scene, Xia Li with black hair suddenly said, "I've said something like that before."

The silver-haired Xia Li turned back to look at her.

"I've said it so many times," said Xia Li with black hair. "Every time he leaves, I tell him to wait for him. He comes back, then leaves again, and I tell him to wait for him again."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Later he stopped leaving, so I don't need to say anything more."

Song Che listened from the side, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Why aren't you leaving?" he asked.

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked at him. "Because there's no one else to go."

The three remained silent. Xia Li reached out and turned off the television. The living room fell silent, with only the chirping of cicadas and their breathing.

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked at her. "Why is it off?"

"It's too noisy," Xia Li said.

She got up and opened the window again, and the breeze that blew in relieved some of the stuffiness.

The two chatted, one sentence at a time, and Song Che couldn't get a word in edgewise. He went back to his room to rest.

But as soon as she got to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, she saw Xia Li with black hair follow her over. She sat down on the edge of the bed and continued meditating.

"Um—you're going to sit here?"

"Yes, I won't speak or make any noise."

"How about this?" Song Che didn't know what to say. This had nothing to do with whether or not it made noise.

The bad woman had barely sat down when Xia Li followed her.

She sat down on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Song Che hugged the blanket, looking at it from left to right.

Okay, okay, so you're just pretending to be experts by not saying anything, huh?

Then I won't go to sleep.

Song Che wasn't very tired.

He originally just wanted to lie down for a while and have lunch in half an hour, but now it seems he can eat right away.

As long as the two of them don't fight, it's fine.

But Song Che was still thinking too simply.

They ate lunch, and the two Xia Lis spent the rest of the afternoon staring at each other.

Watching all afternoon wasn't enough; they had to keep watching into the night.

The stars in the sky blinked, but Xia Li didn't. She was now locked in a stalemate with the other party, and she always felt that the other party would do something sinister.

The wicked woman remained silent, closing her eyes to meditate when she wasn't speaking—but you know what, when she meditated she really was like a wisp of air, not disturbing anyone. But when Song Che opened his eyes, he saw the wicked woman sitting next to him, and Xia Li was also sitting next to him.

Let's skip lunch.

Are you even going to sleep tonight?!

Song Che wasn't actually that sleepy, and since it was a holiday, staying up late was fine, but he couldn't keep doing it.

Song Che hugged the blanket, looking left and right.

On the left is Xia Li with silver hair, sitting upright with her eyes fixed on the right.

On the right is Xia Li with black hair, sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

Neither of them spoke or listened; the atmosphere was noisier than if they were talking.

"Um—" Song Che began.

Both Xia Li's turned to look at him at the same time.

"Could you—" he hesitated, "go outside for a bit? I'd like to lie down for a while."

"Lie down," Xia Li, with her black hair, said. "I won't make a sound."

"I won't make a fuss either."

Song Che looked at them.

After they finished speaking, they returned to their previous posture—one staring, the other with his eyes closed.

He sighed, put the blanket down, and leaned against the headboard.

Forget it, I'm not going to lie down anymore.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked.

"Not tired," they both said at the same time.

Song Che didn't believe it.

He noticed from the afternoon that although the two people were sitting still, their eyes were constantly moving. The silver-haired Xia Li looked at the black-haired Xia Li, whose eyes were closed, but whose eyelids twitched occasionally, clearly indicating that she wasn't meditating.

"You two have been staring at each other for hours," he said. "Aren't your eyes dry?"

"I won't do it." And it was all at the same time.

Song Che looked at them and suddenly smiled.

Sometimes people can be so angry they laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Xia Li, who has silver hair.

"It's nothing," Song Che said. "I just think you two are quite interesting."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "One was staring, the other was pretending to be asleep; neither was giving in."

You weren't meditating at all!

Xia Li, with her black hair, opened her eyes.

She looked at the silver-haired Xia Li, and the silver-haired Xia Li looked back at her.

"I wasn't pretending to be asleep," said Xia Li, who has black hair.

"I wasn't watching either," said Xia Li, who has silver hair.

"You've been keeping an eye on it."

"I wasn't watching."

"Your eyes have always been on me."

You've misjudged.

"You know what," the wicked woman said, "your ears turn red and feel hot when you lie."

Xia Li was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched her ear.

Not red, not hot.

But she realized she'd been tricked after she touched it.

Xia Li, with her black hair, smiled even more broadly.

The silver-haired Xia Li turned her face away.

He suddenly realized that although the two people looked and spoke the same way, their banter was quite entertaining.

"Um—" he began.

The two of them were looking at him at the same time.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "How about I make you some late-night snacks?"

I'm not hungry.

"No need," said Xia Li with black hair.

Song Che nodded and continued to lean against the headboard.

It was completely dark outside the window, and the crickets were chirping merrily.

Xia Li took off her shoes and asked, "How long do you plan to sit here?"

Xia Li, with her black hair, thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

"It will take some time."

"Go to sleep when you're tired."

Are you sleepy?

"Not sleepy."

Xia Li, with her silver hair, didn't speak, but she pursed her lips again.

"I'm not sleepy either."

Xia Li, with her black hair, glanced at her. "You're sleepy."

"I'm not sleepy."

Your eyes are bloodshot.

"That's from watching TV just now."

The silver-haired Xia Li was a little annoyed by her laughter and turned her face to the other side.

The two Xia Lis are arguing over who goes to sleep first. Is there a reward for who goes to sleep last?

The crickets outside the window aren't chirping as fiercely anymore; now it's just a few chirps now and then.

Song Che glanced at his phone; it was already one o'clock.

He looked at the two Xia Lis again. The silver-haired one's eyelids were starting to droop, but she was trying her best to keep them open; the black-haired one was still the same, sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, and motionless.

"You're sleepy," Xia Li, with her black hair, suddenly said.

Silver-haired Xia Li suddenly opened her eyes wide. "No."

But she was indeed sleepy; she had just been startled awake.

"You closed your eyes just now."

"That's blinking."

"He blinked for five seconds."

"That's because I blink for a long time."

Xia Li, with her black hair, opened her eyes, looked at her, and said, "Go to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping."

"I'm here, I won't run away."

The silver-haired Xia Li looked at her with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

Xia Li, with her black hair, sighed. "I am you. Don't I know what you're thinking?"

She paused, then said, "Are you afraid I might do something while you're asleep?"

The silver-haired Xia Li didn't speak, but her expression said it all.

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked at her, then suddenly reached out and patted the spot next to her. "Then you can sleep here."

"7

Xia Li, with her silver hair, was taken aback.

"You sleep next to me," said Xia Li, who has black hair. "If I move even slightly, you'll wake up."

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