My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 158 You should say, "Wife, goodnight."

A cool breeze was blowing, and the night was less sultry, but the girl's restlessness made up for it; she wanted to try things she couldn't try before.

Drink baijiu (Chinese liquor).

This alcohol content could knock out a hundred of hers in one go, but she's heard that alcohol emboldens the timid, so she really needs it. Zhang Shushu is happy today and wants to drink some too, while Tao Xiang is the only one present who is forbidden from drinking.

Although Tao Xiang was very interested in alcohol, she was too young, so Zhang Shushu only allowed her to drink beverages.

Xia Li rolled up her sleeves, boldly pulled out a can of baijiu, and filled a small bowl for herself.

"Drink slowly," Song Che said, not stopping him.

"Not spicy." Xia Li picked up the bowl to test it.

"It's not a matter of whether it's spicy or not, it's that it will make you dizzy."

Xia Li ignored him and took another sip. After drinking more than half of the can of wine, she began to feel her face getting hot. She touched her face with the back of her hand; it felt warm.

Xia Li's face turned as red as if she had heatstroke.

Before anyone else could speak, Xia Li shook her head, "No, it's hot."

Song Che shook his head and turned the fan to blow on her.

He wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Xia Li finished the rest of the wine, hid the empty can under the table, and then opened a second one.

Song Che reached out to stop him, "Don't drink anymore."

Xia Li dodged his hand. "I'm not dizzy."

"You're blushing."

"It's hot."

"You're starting to speak slower."

"No." Xia Li said these two words, and it was indeed a few beats slower than usual.

Song Che looked at her, she looked at him, and they stared at each other for three seconds. Xia Li suddenly laughed, "Song Che, you have two heads, that's so strange."

Song Che knew she had fainted.

Xia Li picked up the second can of wine and took another big gulp. This time, she choked and coughed twice as she swallowed.

Zhang Shushu looked over. "What's wrong?"

Xia Li waved her hand, "It's nothing, I just choked on my water."

Song Che snatched the second can of wine from the side, saying, "Don't drink anymore, you're drunk."

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Xia Li shook her head. "I'm not drunk. I can still drink."

She reached for the jar of wine, but couldn't reach it. She reached again, but still couldn't reach it. She looked at her hands, then at the jar of wine, and suddenly said, "My hands aren't long enough."

Song Che placed the wine behind him.

"Then I'll have a Coke." Xia Li took the Coke, poured herself a glass, took a big gulp, and frowned after finishing. "It's not sweet."

"Cola is sweet," Song Che said.

"Not sweet, but spicy."

Song Che knew she was completely dizzy; how could cola be spicy?

Zhang Shushu also noticed something was wrong. She came over and touched Xia Li's forehead. "Why is your face so hot? Do you have a fever, or did you drink something—just now?"

Xia Li shook her head, "I don't have a fever, I just drank alcohol."

Zhang Shushu paused for a moment and looked at Song Che.

Song Che pointed to two empty cans under the table. Zhang Shushu bent down and glanced at them; one was pink, and the other was also pink.

Zhang Shushu didn't ask any more questions. She turned around, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Xia Li. "Drink some water to sober up."

Xia Li took the cup, took a sip, put the cup down, and then suddenly stood up.

She stood firmly, but her eyes were fixed on Zhang Shushu for several seconds before she said, "Auntie, you're so kind."

Zhang Shushu was taken aback. "What's wrong?"

Xia Li didn't answer. She walked up to Zhang Shushu and hugged her tightly, burying her face in Zhang Shushu's shoulder. Zhang Shushu was startled by the hug, her hands hovering in mid-air. After a while, she lowered her hands and gently patted Xia Li's back.

"This child has had too much to drink."

Xia Li said in a muffled voice, leaning on her shoulder, "I didn't drink too much. I just wanted to say, you're so kind. Song Che is kind, Uncle is kind, Tao Xiang is kind. You're all kind."

Zhang Shushu patted her back, just like she was hugging her own daughter.

"Okay, okay, everything is fine."

Tao Xiang, who was watching from the side, ran over and hugged Zhang Shushu's leg, "Mom is good too!"

Zhang Shushu was amused by her, "You've had too much to drink too?"

Tao Xiang shook her head. "I didn't drink. I just think it's good."

Xia Lisong relaxed, took a step back, still standing firmly, but her eyes were even more fixed.

She looked at Song Che, then at Zhang Shushu, and suddenly said, "Auntie, I like Song Che."

Zhang Shushu smiled. "I know."

Xia Li added, "I like it very much."

Zhang Shushu nodded, "I know too."

Xia Li thought for a moment, "It's longer than a hundred years."

Zhang Shushu paused for a moment, then looked at Song Che. Song Che didn't know how to explain, so Xia Li explained for him, "A hundred years is—a very, very long time."

Zhang Shushu didn't understand, but she didn't ask any further questions. She just smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay, for a very long time."

Tao Xiang raised her hand from the side, "I like Song Cheol too!"

Xia Li looked at her, "You like it too?"

"Um!

""

"Then you can't like him, he's my husband."

Tao Xiang was taken aback. "What is a husband?"

Xia Li thought for a moment, "It means—the person I'll spend my whole life with."

After Xia Li finished speaking, she seemed to have completed some important task. She relaxed, took a step back, and leaned against Song Che.

Song Che supported her, "Did you faint?"

Xia Li shook her head, "I'm not dizzy, just a little sleepy."

Zhang Shushu said, "Then get some rest, we still have fun tomorrow."

Xia Li nodded, "Okay. Goodnight, Auntie. Goodnight, Uncle. Goodnight, Tao Xiang."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Song Che towards the room, her steps steady, not at all like someone who was drunk.

Back in her room, Xia Li sat on the bed and began to take off her shoes. The shoelaces were tied in a slipknot by Song Che; she untied them after a couple of tries, arranged the shoes neatly, and placed them beside the bed. Then she lay down, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and stared at the ceiling.

"Song Che".

"Here they are." Song Che took off his shoes as well. "What's wrong?"

What I just said is true.

"I know."

"Every single word is true."

"I know."

Xia Li closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them again. "You haven't said goodnight yet."

"Good night."

"Mmm." She closed her eyes, and this time she didn't open them again. Her breathing gradually became steady, and she fell asleep.

Song Che sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her.

Her silver hair was spread out on the pillow, illuminated by the bedside lamp, the long strands slightly disheveled and mingling with the light. Her face was flushed, her lips were red, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were having a dream.

He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. Xia Li stirred slightly, nuzzling against his palm, but once she was firmly in his hand, she stopped moving.

Xia Li was indeed a bit slow on the uptake. Not wanting to put herself in a difficult position, she came up with the silly idea of ​​drinking alcohol.

As it turned out, she was a quick drinker and got drunk very easily. Before she could even start acting crazy, she collapsed onto the bed.

But Xia Li clung to Song Che's arm and wouldn't let go.

So Song Che dimmed the bedside lamp a little and lay down himself. He pulled the blanket over both of them; Xia Li's side was full, while his side was flat.

He turned to look at her.

Her face was flushed, and she looked more well-behaved when she was asleep than when she was awake. She didn't argue with people, didn't hit anyone on the head, and didn't buy alcohol to hide in the closet.

He watched for a while longer before preparing to turn off the light.

Just as he reached out, his waist suddenly tightened. Xia Li's hand had somehow reached out and was wrapped tightly around his waist.

Song Che paused for a moment, then looked down.

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was the same as when she was asleep, but the corner of her mouth—it seemed to have moved slightly?

"You're not asleep?"

Xia Li didn't answer, her breathing remained the same, soft and gentle. But her cheeks seemed even pinker.

Song Che stared at her for a few seconds, then reached out and pinched her nose. Xia Li's breathing became erratic, but she didn't open her eyes or flinch. She just let him pinch her nose, her mouth slightly open, and began to breathe through her mouth.

Song Che released his grip. "You were pretending to be asleep, weren't you?"

Xia Li didn't speak, but she tightened her grip on his waist.

"Xia Li."

no response.

"I know you're not asleep. Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you? I'll be the one who benefits in this."

Damn it, why do you look like you're going to take advantage of me?!

Still no response.

Song Che sighed and tried to pry her hands off, but couldn't. Her grip suddenly became incredibly strong; it was strong enough when she tapped his head, but now that she was around his waist, she was using even more force.

He tried to pry it open a couple of times but gave up, then lay flat and stared at the ceiling.

Xia Li's arms were still around his waist, her face buried against his shoulder, her breath hot and ticklish on his neck. Song Che endured for a moment, then couldn't help but shrink back slightly. Xia Li leaned forward a little, her face even closer, her lips almost touching his neck.

"Are you drunk or not?" he asked.

Xia Li's eyelashes brushed against his neck; he could feel it clearly at that distance.

Song Che shrank his neck again, this time his shoulder bumped against Xia Li's nose. Xia Li's breath hitched, then she sneezed slightly, the sneeze landing on his neck.

Song Che froze, completely stunned by her outburst.

Xia Li still didn't open her eyes.

Song Che understood. "You were just faking it."

Xia Li's eyelashes trembled.

"You're not drunk at all."

Xia Li narrowed her eyes slightly.

Song Che turned to face her.

The two were very close, their noses almost touching. Xia Li had her eyes closed, but she was clearly not asleep.

Song Che looked at her eyelashes, her nose, and her soft lips. The smell of alcohol emanated from her breath, mixed with the scent of shampoo in her hair, sweet like an opened bottle of peach sparkling wine.

"Were those things you just said also an act?"

Xia Li opened one eye, glanced at him, then closed it again. "It's not an act."

"What about the wine?"

"I drank it, but I'm not drunk."

"Why are you blushing if you're not drunk?"

Xia Li thought for a moment, "It's hot."

"You were a few beats slow in your speech."

"Intentional."

"You said I have two heads."

"That's real." Xia Li opened her eyes and looked at him. "You really did have two heads just now."

Song Che looked at her. She looked at him.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Xia Li looked away, burying her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, "Don't look at me."

Why?

"I'm shy."

Song Che paused for a moment, then laughed. "Weren't you shy when you hugged my mom just now?"

"That's your aunt."

"You're not shy when you call me 'husband'."

Xia Li peeked half her face out from under the pillow, her ears bright red. "That was taught to me by—that bad woman."

"A bad woman teaches you to call her 'husband'?"

"Mmm." Xia Li buried her face back again. "She said you'd be happy to hear that."

Song Che thought about it, and he was indeed happy. Although he was startled at the time, he lay in bed tossing and turning for a long time afterward, and his ears would get hot every time he thought of those two words.

He reached out and ruffled Xia Li's hair.

"You can shout whenever you want in the future," he said.

Xia Li lifted her head from under the pillow and looked at him. "You're not going to scold me anymore?"

When did I insult you?

You called me a pervert last night.

Song Che was momentarily speechless. "That wasn't an insult, that was—stating the facts."

Xia Li stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and tapped his arm. "You're the pervert."

"Look, you're knocking again."

"Shouldn't you have been hit?"

"Where should I have been hit?"

Xia Li thought for a moment, "You just said you were stating facts. It's true that I'm a pervert, so it's also true that I hit you."

Song Che was confused by her logic. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Xia Li looked at his expression, and the corners of her mouth curled up. She was smiling, a triumphant smile, like a cat that had stolen a fish.

Looking at her smile, Song Che suddenly didn't feel confused anymore.

He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. Xia Li's smile was distorted by his cupping of her hands; her lips pouted, like a silly goldfish.

"What are you doing?" she mumbled.

"Nothing much," Song Che said. "I just wanted to give him a little praise."

Xia Li didn't dodge; she was simply held in his arms, her eyes shining brightly at him, filled with nothing but his gaze.

Like the stars outside the window, twinkling.

After a long silence, Xia Li suddenly spoke. "Song Che."

"Um."

You haven't said goodnight yet.

"Good night."

"That's not it."

Song Che was taken aback. "Which one is that?"

Xia Li looked at him, her lips moved slightly, and she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. "Goodnight, husband."

Song Che didn't react immediately, "Okay, goodnight."

Xia Li was dissatisfied. "You haven't called yet."

"What are you shouting for?"

"You know."

Song Che looked at her. She looked at him, her eyes bright, her lips pursed, but she couldn't suppress a smile.

He took a deep breath as well, "Goodnight, honey."

Xia Li's eyes lit up instantly. She didn't say anything, but she snuggled into his arms and stayed still. Song Che held her, feeling her heartbeat, which was fast, just as fast as his.

After a while, Xia Li's voice came from his chest, muffled and soft. "Say it again."

"Good night."

"That's not it."

Song Che smiled. "Goodnight, wife."

Xia Li snuggled against him, like a contented cat.

Song Che tightened his arms around her, and she tightened hers too. The two of them hugged each other tightly, neither of them letting go.

"Your heart is beating so fast." Xia Li was full of energy, snuggling under the covers against his chest.

"No, let's cover ourselves with the blanket." Xia Li clutched the blanket. "It's better to be a little warmer."

"I'll turn on the air conditioner." Song Che tried to get up, but was pulled back. "You—this is—"

"Your heart is beating fast—is it just because you're hot?" Xia Li asked.

Song Che thought for a moment, "Part of the reason is, and another part is—I'm moved by you."

Xia Li was happy, so she let go of him and let him turn on the air conditioner, and also turned off the lights.

When Song Che returned, Xia Li hugged him again and whispered in his ear, "You know what, the second gift of a bad woman—"

Song Che didn't speak because he couldn't. The lights were off, so he didn't know what was happening. He only felt a change in the sensation of the person he was holding. It was delicate skin, and the feeling against his chest was something he had never experienced before.

Xia Li continued softly, "Her second gift, which is also a gift I gave you, that dream—is my betrothal gift to you."

"Because I also feel that offering the world as a dowry is very much in line with Your Highness's style."

"From now on, you're mine. If anyone bullies you, just say my name."

"Song Che, you are the one I've always wanted."

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The sun and moon revolve, the next morning is the same, the beauty still eats, the world remains the same. The second lesson Xia Li learned was taught by the bad woman: affection is a curse on eternal life, while ruthlessness is a prison for eternal life.

The first lesson Xia Li learned was taught by Song Che.

Judge by actions, not intentions; if we judge by intentions, there are few perfect people in the world.

Xia Li has always been sincere.

But now, she can judge by her actions and her intentions.

She wanted to do it, so she did.

That's all; practice what you preach.