My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 147 Opening a Small Shop

As the saying goes, "Left is the Azure Dragon, right is the White Tiger, and in the middle is Mickey Mouse."

Song Che is now a villain on the left, a silly dog ​​on the right, and a sleepless dog in the middle.

He lay in the middle of the bed, with the silver-haired Xia Li on his left and the black-haired Xia Li on his right. Each of them was holding onto one of his arms, neither of them letting go, and not only did they not let go, they gripped even tighter.

"Let go," said the silver-haired Xia Li.

"You loosen your belt first," said Xia Li, who has black hair.

"I was here first."

"I arrived earlier than you."

That was morning, now it's night.

"I'm early in the evening too."

Song Che's arm ached from being pulled.

He tried to pull back, but couldn't. Both of them were very strong, gripping him tightly. The one with black hair even had fingernails. His arm was in excruciating pain.

"Um—" he began.

Both Xia Li's were looking at him at the same time.

"Could you—" he moved his arm, "not pull so tight."

The two Xia Lis glanced at each other, then simultaneously relaxed a little, but still didn't let go, adding another strange point of competition.

Song Che sighed and looked at the ceiling.

He thought, "Sleeping is something you have to do. If you're a good person, you can sleep with one person on each side, and each person can pull on one arm, and pull hard."

Let's split it in half.

But he had no mind to feel the softness on his arm; all he could think about was how to calm these two big shots down. One or two days would be fine, but if they kept making a fuss like this every day, he wouldn't be able to sleep.

The silver-haired Xia Li on the left stared wide-eyed, looking like Nezha, the Third Prince, at the black-haired Xia Li on the right. The one on the right had an expression that said, "I'm not letting go, what can you do about it?"

Song Che noticed it.

Although this wicked woman speaks gently and has an open mind, she is still very stubborn when it comes to doing things, not much different from Xia Li.

Xia Li goes without saying.

She now senses a major crisis.

Song Che glanced at her sideways.

Silver-haired Xia Li's lips were pressed tightly together, and there was a strange light in her eyes. She looked at the black-haired Xia Li for a while, then at Song Che, and then at her own clenched arm.

Song Che suddenly understood what she was thinking.

The other person is better at being affectionate than she is.

In the afternoon, Xia Li, with her black hair, straightened his collar and rolled up his sleeves, her movements so natural it was as if she had done it a thousand times before. When she sat by his bedside that evening, her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a sense of "I understand everything."

Doesn't this give men an advantage?

Xia Li was terrified. She didn't know any of these things, and her tone of voice was almost the same as before.

Song Che wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to begin. He hadn't accepted that bad woman yet; he was just keeping her here for the time being to appease his emotions.

"Um—" he began again.

The two Xia Li looked at him again.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked. "Would you like some water?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"I won't drink it."

Song Che was speechless.

He was half-sitting and half-lying down, with one of his arms being pulled by another person. No one moved. Suddenly, Xia Li moved a little and moved closer to Song Che, pressing her arm even closer to him.

He turned to look at her, and was about to say something when Xia Li, the black-haired woman on his right, also moved.

She moved closer to him as well.

It's stuck even tighter now.

Just like fighting over a toy, neither of them would give in.

Song Che was caught in the middle, with soft touches on his left and right, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

Because the two of them tightened their grip again.

Can't you be a little gentler with yourself?

"It hurts," he said.

The two of them loosened their grip a little, but still didn't let go.

Song Che sighed again.

I can't live like this anymore.

Time passed slowly, and Song Che's eyelids began to droop. He was sleepy, but he dared not sleep, hanging on by a thread to keep going and prevent the two from fighting.

Who knows what will happen after you fall asleep?

He forced his eyes open and stared at the ceiling. A soft laugh came from his right.

Song Che turned to look at Xia Li with black hair.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Her smile made Xia Li, with her silver hair, even more unhappy. Why could she smile so naturally?

She hugged Song Che's arm even tighter.

Xia Li, the black-haired woman on the right, also moved, as if deliberately trying to provoke the other party, she also hugged Song Che's arm tightly.

Song Che was trapped in the middle, not daring to move, and couldn't pull his arms away even if he wanted to.

Xia Li's side can't be pulled away, and the bad woman's side can't be pulled away.

"Um—" he began.

"Hmm?" The two responded simultaneously.

"Could you—" he paused, "change positions?"

"What position?" asked the silver-haired Xia Li.

"It's just—" he didn't know how to say it, "Don't hug me so tightly."

The two nodded, but neither of them moved.

For the next few hours, he was caught in the crossfire between the two Xia Lis.

The silver-haired Xia Li would move a little closer to him, then a little closer still. The black-haired Xia Li wasn't going to be outdone, and followed suit.

In the end, Song Che was squeezed to the middle of the bed and couldn't move at all.

"Could you please—" he began.

"No," they both said at the same time.

Song Che obediently shut up. These two women seemed to be getting a little impatient, completely ignoring the feelings of the person involved, and not even lifting a finger.

But that won't solve the problem; those two are such idiots!

As dawn approached, he could no longer hold on.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred.

Before he fell asleep, he felt someone resting their head on his shoulder on his left and another person resting their head on his shoulder on his right.

Forget it, so be it.

Then I fell asleep.

The next morning, when Song Che woke up, the sunlight had already filled the entire room.

He turned his head and looked—

On the left, the silver-haired Xia Li was sleeping soundly, her head resting on his shoulder.

On the right, Xia Li, with her black hair, was also sleeping soundly, her head resting on his shoulder.

They were both asleep.

Song Che looked at the scene and moved his arm, and the two of them woke up at the same time.

"morning.

The three people sat up.

Silver-haired Xia Li rubbed her eyes; her hair was a mess. Black-haired Xia Li also rubbed her eyes; her hair was also a bit messy.

Last night, Song Che was squeezed so tightly that he didn't know how the others fell asleep. But looking at the clock today, it was almost noon. He hadn't slept well last night either, and he couldn't even turn over.

He also felt some pain in his body, and last night, in a daze, he felt someone sleeping restlessly.

who is it?

That's Xia Li, damn it.

Neither of the two Xia Lis are well-behaved; they kick people while they're sleeping.

Just as he got out of bed, there was a noise at the door. Song Che paused for a moment, then quickly turned his head. "You—yes, you should hide first. My mom is coming, and it will scare her."

The bad woman nodded.

The person outside skipped in, Tao Xiang's voice cheerful, "Brother Song Che, Auntie asked me to come find you. Are you awake?"

She put the keys in her pocket and looked around the living room.

"So he's not up yet."

She walked towards the bedroom, but stopped in her tracks as soon as she reached the door.

"You you you you—you are, you—Wow!" Tao Xiang turned and ran back, "A ghost! There's a ghost!"

boom!

She slammed her head against the door, her body bounced to the ground, and sat down on her bottom, looking terrified. She tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move, and her body was uncontrollably pulled back to the bedroom, where the scene reappeared in her vision.

Three people were sitting on the bed.

On the left is the silver-haired Xia Li, and on the right is—

Xia Li with black hair.

Tao Xiang blinked, then blinked again.

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked at her with a slight smile on her lips.

"You...you...you...you—" Tao Xiang pointed at her, her finger trembling, "What are you doing here!"

Xia Li, with her black hair, didn't speak, she just smiled.

Tao Xiang took a step back, then another, until she was back in the middle of the living room.

"You—you're not—" She swallowed hard. "You're not that—that—from last time—"

"Bad woman," Xia Li with black hair finished for her.

Tao Xiang nodded, then realized something was off and quickly shook her head, "I didn't say you were bad!"

Xia Li, with her black hair, smiled.

She got out of bed and went to the living room.

As Tao Xiang watched her approach, she instinctively backed away, but there was nowhere left to retreat to when she reached the wall.

Xia Li, with her black hair, stopped in front of her and looked down at her.

Tao Xiang tilted her head back, looking at the face that looked exactly like Xia Li's, but with black hair.

"What—what do you want to do?" Tao Xiang's voice trembled. "I'm telling you, Song Che is here, and Xia Li is here too! You—you better not do anything rash!"

Looking at her cowardly appearance, Xia Li with black hair suddenly laughed.

"I won't do anything reckless," she said.

Momoka was taken aback. "Huh?"

"I just came to take a look."

"Look—look at what?"

"Look at you guys, I won't hit you this time."

Tao Xiang blinked, then blinked again; she didn't quite believe it.

She turned to look at Song Che, "Brother Song Che, she—"

Song Che walked over. "She's that bad woman you've been seeing."

"I know," Momoka said, "but how come—"

She pointed at the black-haired Xia Li, then at the silver-haired Xia Li on the bed, "Why are there two?"

Song Che thought for a moment, "It's a long story."

"Then get to the point!"

"She is the future Xia Li."

Tao Xiang was stunned.

She stared at Xia Li, who had black hair, for a long time.

"The future—Sister Xia Li?" she asked.

Xia Li, with her black hair, nodded.

Tao Xiang opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.

She suddenly remembered those past incidents: this woman had been pestering her to go to the rooftop and "bless" the gold coins, and the pen would explode every time she finished writing on it. At the time, she thought this woman was crazy, constantly bothering her.

Now that I think about it, that's how it was.

"You—" she asked softly, "Why didn't you say anything then?"

"I can't say," said Xia Li, who has black hair.

Why?

"Magic was used."

Tao Xiang nodded, seemingly understanding, yet also seemingly not.

She looked at Xia Li with her black hair and suddenly asked, "So, can you talk now?"

"able."

"That's good," Tao Xiang said. "You used to scare me to death with all your writing."

Xia Li, with her black hair, smiled.

Tao Xiang looked at her and smiled, and suddenly felt that this woman wasn't so scary after all.

She leaned closer and whispered, "Are you really Xia Li from the future?"

"Um.

""

"Then why is your hair black?"

"It's a long story, actually it was dyed."

"Dyed?"

Xia Li, with her black hair, laughed again. "Because everyone here has black hair, silver hair would be too conspicuous."

Tao Xiang nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She glanced back at the silver-haired Xia Li on the bed, then looked at the black-haired Xia Li in front of her, and suddenly laughed.

"Then I'll have two Xia Li sisters from now on!"

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

"Two Xia Li sisters," Tao Xiang said. "One is silver, and the other is black."

She thought for a moment, "No, you're silver now too."

"Then what should I call you?" Tao Xiang asked.

Xia Li, with her black hair, thought for a moment, then said, "Whatever."

"Then... Sister Xia Li?" Tao Xiang looked at the silver-haired Xia Li. "Is she Sister Xiao Xia Li?"

The silver-haired Xia Li's thoughts were unreadable, but she certainly didn't agree. She was determined not to be small-time; if she was going to do something, she would do it big.

Xia Li, with her black hair, was quite happy.

Tao Xiang looked left, then right, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "This is so much fun!"

"Oh, right," Tao Xiang suddenly remembered something, "Auntie asked me to come find you!"

Song Che was taken aback. "My mom?"

"Hmm!" Tao Xiang said, "She said she wants you to come over for lunch, she has something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"It seems to be—" Momoka thought for a moment, "...the matter of opening a small shop."

Song Che was taken aback. "Open a small shop?"

"Yes," Tao Xiang said. "My aunt said she wants to open a small shop and sell some things, so she asked me to ask for your opinions. She went to Taixi last time and asked her friends who do business there. She felt that she could sell some items that students need."

As Song Che listened, he suddenly felt a little complicated. His mother really couldn't stay idle. She was used to being tired, and she would feel guilty if she rested for even a little while.

He knew Zhang Shushu had always wanted to do something. They had mentioned it in a previous conversation, saying that since she was just idling at home anyway, she might as well find something to do.

"What are you selling?" he asked.

"I don't know." Tao Xiang shook her head. "Auntie didn't say, she just said you should come over and discuss it."

Song Che nodded. "Okay, I'll go over at noon."

Tao Xiang responded and then looked at Xia Li with black hair.

"Sister Xia Li, are you going too?" she asked.

Xia Li, with her black hair, was taken aback. "Me?"

"Okay," Taoxiang said, "If you go, what about Auntie's side—"

Tao Xiang's eyes darted around. "Just say she's my sister!"

Song Che looked at her. "Your sister?"

"Yes," Tao Xiang said, "Just say she's my older sister, from our hometown."

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked at her and said, "Are you stupid?"

"Okay!" Momoka nodded. "You just need to look like my sister."

Tao Xiang got a flick on the forehead.

"You don't have that many older sisters. Call Tao Yao out. You've been having a good time lately, haven't you?"

Tao Xiang covered her head pitifully, "Sister Xia Li never hits me."

"Call Tao Yao out."

Meow~

"Meow--"

"Meow!"

Tao Yao only appeared for three seconds before transforming back into Tao Xiang, saying, "Sister doesn't want to come out."

"Alright, actually this time it's not to beat you up, it's to fulfill your wishes." The wicked woman laughed, "In the initial agreement, I promised you that you would become the Fox King, and she came to find me when she figured it out."

Tao Xiang nodded, still a little afraid of bad women.

Although this woman only hits people on the head, she looked like a vengeful spirit before, unable to speak, behaving strangely, and constantly spying on Song Che. What else could she be but a pervert?

As for her suddenly revealing her true colors today—Momoka finds it a bit hard to accept.

Sister Xia Li really never hit her; this bad guy who would hit people is definitely not Sister Xia Li.

Tao Xiang was too young to understand right and wrong. All she knew was who would give her good food, a place to stay, and call her her little darling.

She silently moved further away from the bad woman and closer to Xia Li.

Seeing Tao Xiang's little gesture, Xia Li felt as if she had won someone's heart, and even felt a little proud.