My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 148 Which foot to step with first?

The weather suddenly became hot and humid, and the long-sleeved shirts and sweatshirts I wore before were no longer suitable. Nanhui is different from other places; it gets extremely hot when it's hot, and the weather is quite unbalanced.

Unlike when she was in Hit, where a cooling spell could solve the problem, Xia Li changed her clothes.

She wore a short-sleeved, thin shirt with her collarbone showing. The cuffs were wide and billowed in the wind. She sat facing the fan, letting the wind blow into her collar, making her look a size bigger.

She was wearing white shorts, the hems reaching mid-thigh. She sat on the sofa, her legs stretched out and resting on the coffee table, her thighs pressing against the edge of the table.

This is Xia Li's favorite outfit; it's not too hot and suits her preferences.

She stood up; the hem of her shorts had ridden up a little, revealing a small section of her upper thigh. She reached out and tugged at the hem, but couldn't budge it, so she gave up and turned to go to the kitchen. Barefoot on the floor, she went to the refrigerator to find something cold to eat.

Song Che said, "This is called ice cream."

It's sweet and cool, and it's very refreshing to eat.

Xia Li, with her black hair, sat beside her, wearing the outfit Xia Li had given her: a T-shirt and thin pants. It still looked a bit hot in this weather.

But she didn't care. When she had nothing to do, she would sit and meditate with her eyes closed. During this time, she did not do anything strange or cause any trouble. She was really keeping her word and just observing.

However, this only applies to not causing trouble for Song Che, but he has always been at odds with Xia Li.

Song Che had a feeling that the bad woman was deliberately targeting Xia Li, making Xia Li angry every time, then ignoring her and leaving Song Che to coax her in the end.

Why is this woman so mean?

He would chat with Xia Li whenever he had free time, and Xia Li would get angry afterward.

This wicked woman came here purely to cause trouble!

She wasn't afraid of the heat, nor did she need to eat ice cream, but she could still argue with Xia Li about eating ice cream.

He also fed Xia Li strange knowledge every day.

For example, the witch is Zixia Fairy. She said that if a god falls in love, he is no longer a god, and if a witch falls in love, she is no longer a witch. So, Xia Li still doesn't understand what [liking] is. Otherwise, the future Xia Li would not exist.

Because she was not a witch, she was freed from the witch's curse.

Since she's still here, it means Xia Li hasn't fallen in love yet.

Song Che felt that this wicked woman was talking nonsense; surely no one would be foolish enough to believe her.

Anyone with a brain knows this is baseless. One is a movie fabrication, and the other is speculation. It's just liking someone; there's no real law restricting you. Is dating illegal?

Only a child or a fool like Momoka would believe that.

Until one day, Xia Li approached him and said, "Song Che, I still don't seem to understand what I like. Am I not trying hard enough?"

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Gan.

His Highness is also half a fool.

The ice cream in the fridge was bought yesterday. Song Che made a special trip to the supermarket and spent a long time choosing it. He knew Xia Li liked sweet things, but not too sweet. Creamy ones were fine, fruity ones were okay too. She had a habit of looking at the picture on the packaging before opening it. The pictures were pretty, and the more she liked them, the more she enjoyed them. The ice cream was very cold, but she never spat it out; she just held it in her mouth.

Song Che liked to do this when he was a child.

Xia Li came out of the kitchen, clutching two ice cream bars in her hand. One was milk-flavored, with a white wrapper and a picture of a cow on it. The other was strawberry-flavored, with a pink wrapper and a picture of half a strawberry on it. She stopped in front of the coffee table, looked at the two bars in her hand, and then at Xia Li with black hair sitting on the sofa.

Actually, she really didn't want to give her the ice cream, but this wicked woman seemed to know a lot. In human terms, she had to understand social etiquette in order to get something good out of the other party.

Xia Li handed over the milk-flavored one, "Here you go."

Xia Li, with her black hair, opened her eyes, looked at the ice cream, and didn't take it.

"Don't want to?" Xia Li asked.

"Yes." Xia Li, with her black hair, took it, looked down at the cow on the packaging bag, stared for a while, and then slowly tore it open.

Xia Li also tore open her own, sat on the sofa, and took a bite. She squinted her eyes, held it in her mouth, waited a while, and then began to chew.

Song Che sat beside them, watching. Their movements were almost identical: they both tore open the packaging from the top right corner, squinted when taking their first bite, and chewed twice on the left and twice on the right. He hadn't noticed Xia Li's habit before, but it became particularly noticeable when they ate ice cream together.

Song Che is now almost convinced that this is Xia Li.

Small habits are hard to imitate, and subconscious actions are also hard to imitate.

"The way you eat ice cream is just like me."

"Of course it's the same," said Xia Li with black hair. "I am you."

Xia Li didn't reply, and took another bite of ice cream.

Xia Li, with her black hair, also took a bite, and after chewing, suddenly asked, "Do you know why he bought the strawberry flavor?"

Xia Li paused for a moment, looked at the ice cream in her hand, and said, "Because I like strawberries."

"Yes," said Xia Li with black hair. "Then do you know why he bought the milk flavor?"

Xia Li thought for a moment, "Because I also like the milky flavor."

"No," Xia Li with black hair said, "because the first time you ate ice cream, it was milky. He remembered that."

Song Che was taken aback. He hadn't even noticed this himself. When was the first time Xia Li ate ice cream? It seemed to be right after the exam. It was an incredibly hot day, and he casually bought two from the convenience store downstairs. They were the kind that cost 50 cents each, with white packaging and a milky flavor.

He just grabbed it randomly without thinking much about it.

Xia Li turned to look at him, "Really?"

Song Che thought for a moment, "Maybe, I don't remember."

"He remembers," said Xia Li, who has black hair. "His memory isn't that bad; he's just too embarrassed to say it."

Xia Li turned back and took a bite of ice cream, but her toes were twitching, one after another, as if she was in a good mood. Eating ice cream in the summer is cool and comfortable.

The three of them sat on the sofa eating ice cream. A fan blew towards them, dispersing the coolness of the ice cream and filling the air with a sweet scent. The cicadas outside the window weren't chirping as loudly anymore; the hottest part of the midday heat had probably passed.

Xia Li stopped eating halfway through her meal.

"What's wrong?" Song Che asked.

"Too fast," Xia Li said. "It'll be gone once we finish eating."

"There's more, there's more in the fridge."

"But this one will be gone once it's finished." Xia Li looked at the half-eaten ice cream in her hand and said very seriously, "This one is different from the next one."

Xia Li, with her black hair, looked at her and suddenly said, "You weren't like this before."

"What?"

"I'll miss it," said Xia Li, who has black hair. "You never used to miss eating."

Xia Li thought for a moment, "I didn't have anything I was reluctant to part with before."

She took a bite of ice cream and chewed slowly. "Now I have it."

She didn't look at Song Che when she said this, but Song Che knew she was talking about him.

Xia Li with black hair also found out.

She didn't look down to eat her ice cream. When she had only one bite left, she suddenly stopped, stared at that last bit of ice cream, and looked at it for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Xia Li asked.

"It's nothing." Xia Li, with her black hair, put the last bite in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. "I just think this one is pretty good too."

She threw the popsicle stick into the trash can and sat back down on the sofa. Xia Li finished eating and threw her popsicle stick in as well. The two sticks lay side by side in the trash can, one white and one pink.

Looking at the two sticks, Song Che suddenly remembered something from his childhood. When he was little, he would wash the sticks clean after eating ice cream and save them up until he had enough to make a fan. Later, he stopped saving them and just threw them away after eating the ice cream without even thinking about it.

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of this.

Maybe it's because it's too hot, and my mind isn't very clear.

Xia Li stood up and went to the kitchen again. She opened the refrigerator, rummaged around inside for a while, and came out holding two sticks, one milky and one strawberry flavored. She handed one to Xia Li with black hair, kept one for herself, and sat back down on the sofa.

"Want to eat more?" Song Che asked.

"It's hot," Xia Li said.

"Eating too much cold food is bad."

Xia Li looked at him, thought for a moment, and handed him the ice cream. "Then you can eat half of it for me."

Song Che took it and took a bite. It was milky, sweet, but not cloying. He chewed a couple of times and then noticed Xia Li watching him.

"You've been looking at me a lot lately, did she say something to you again?"

"It's nothing." Xia Li turned back, tore open her strawberry-flavored ice cream, and ate it with her eyes half-closed.

Xia Li, with her black hair, watched them from the side, as if recalling something, "You know, you used to be like this too."

Song Che looked at her. "What?"

"Help her eat," Xia Li, with her black hair, said. "If she can't finish her food, help her eat it. If she doesn't want to eat it, help her eat it too."

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Song Che thought about it and realized that this matter—it shouldn't be about him, but rather about what happened between his future self and the bad woman. He and Xia Li had only just begun.

"You weren't happy about it back then," Xia Li, with her black hair, said. "You said I couldn't be a picky eater," but you still ate it for me.

"You have a really good memory."

"Because I am her." Black-haired Xia Li pointed at Xia Li. "What she remembers, I remember. What she doesn't remember, I also remember."

Song Che suddenly realized that although this woman caused trouble every day, she was right about some of the things she said.

The three continued eating ice cream.

This time I ate slowly, one bite at a time, as if I were counting each bite. The fan whirred, blowing the sweet aroma everywhere.

Song Che finished eating the half stick in his hand and threw it into the trash can. Two sticks were already lying there, so with this one, there were three.

"Tell me," Xia Li suddenly spoke, "does liking someone mean remembering what they like to eat?"

Xia Li, with her black hair, thought for a moment, "More than that."

"What else?"

"There's much more," said Xia Li, with her black hair. "What he likes and dislikes. When he's happy and when he's unhappy. What words he likes to use when he speaks, and which foot he steps with first when he walks."

She paused for a moment, then said, "You have to remember all of these."

Xia Li listened, nodded, and continued eating her ice cream.

Song Che, who was listening nearby, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Um—" he began.

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

"Can you please stop treating me like a research subject?" he said.

Xia Li, with her black hair, laughed. "I didn't treat you as a research subject."

"So what are you doing?"

"We're chatting," Xia Li said, "talking about what we like."

"You don't need to tell me which foot I step with first when I walk, to talk about this."

Xia Li thought for a moment, "Which foot will you step with first?"

Song Che was stunned for a moment. "What?"

When walking, which foot should you step with first?

"—Right foot, please."

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Xia Li nodded and continued eating her ice cream. Black-haired Xia Li also nodded and continued eating her ice cream.

Looking at them, Song Che suddenly felt that the two were quite alike. Not in appearance, but in their stubbornness. One was diligently remembering which foot he would step with first, while the other was diligently confirming that she remembered correctly.

He sighed and leaned back on the sofa.

Fine, let's eat ice cream if we want, talk about what we like if we want, and remember which foot stepped forward first if we want. Anyway, summer is long, there's plenty of time for them to remember.

Song Che simply couldn't understand what this woman meant.

I have no idea what this woman is trying to do.

Is he genuinely just trying to annoy Xia Li, or is he trying to guide her?

As a human being, Song Che always sets a reason for everything he does. Just like there's a reason for liking someone, there's a reason for buying things. No matter what he does, there's a cause and an effect. Based on this idea, Song Che felt that Xia Li and this bad woman had a kind of fateful connection.

The bad woman was very powerful; she could get whatever she wanted. Although she explained that she had experienced that kind of ending and didn't want to continue that ending, so she came back here to simply watch them, Song Che felt that something was wrong.

If Xia Li truly doesn't understand love now, but the future Xia Li does, breaking the inherent limitations of witches, then—how did she survive for so long?

Or, putting everything else aside, if what she said is true, then once Xia Li truly breaks through the limitations—

Will the future change?

Song Che felt it was still too fantastical.

This wicked woman acts like an older sister, bullying Xia Li while simultaneously guiding her. The two of them now chat more than Xia Li does, and Xia Li has completely come to believe that the other woman is her future self. Moreover, the two of them have tacitly started treating him as a research subject.

Didn't I say that I'm the boyfriend, and we're the best in the world?

The two, who were eating ice cream, started chatting again and even made plans to watch a movie.

Xia Li blushed as she spoke. Was this the expression His Highness should have?

Song Che leaned closer to listen to what they were talking about, only to hear the two discussing something like a website.

Song Che asked in confusion, "What website?"

"Brick-moving website".

"real?"

"Really." The wicked woman caught on to Song Che's joke perfectly. "She wants to make money, and I'm providing help. It's not illegal, and it won't put anyone in a difficult position."

"I'm not worried about that. What I'm worried about is whether you two will talk about anything strange. Besides the website, why did I hear words like 'bondage' again?"

"Binding is something in the game, it's not about binding you," Xia Li added.

"Not tying me up?" Song Che's right eyelid twitched. "This is supposed to be tying me up! What are you two plotting?!"