My wife is a witch princess.

"I wasn't watching."

"Your eyes have been on me the whole time."

You've misjudged.

“You know,” 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.

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, who has 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."

The silver-haired Xia Li didn't speak, but her lips pursed up again.

"Then I'm not sleepy either."

Xia Li, with her black hair, glanced at her and said, "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 loudly 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 holding them up; the black-haired one was still the same, sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, 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 and looked at her. "Go to sleep."

"I won't sleep."

"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?"

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."

Silver-haired Xia Li was stunned for a moment.

“You sleep next to me,” Xia Li, with her black hair, said. “If I move even slightly, you’ll wake up.”

Chapter 146 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 Xia Li, who has silver hair.

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

"I was here first."

"I arrived earlier than you."

That was morning; it's evening now.

"I'm also early in the evening."

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 loosened their grip slightly, 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 time to appreciate the softness of 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 at the black-haired Xia Li on the right, looking like Nezha, the Third Prince. The one on the right had an expression that said, "I won't let 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, just like 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 as natural 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?"

"Not thirsty."

"Don't drink."

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, 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.