My wife is a witch princess.

"You moved your foot slightly after you turned around, but she didn't."

Xia Li on the left looked down at her feet. "That's just a habit."

“Yes,” Song Che said. “You’ll adjust your center of gravity if you stand for a long time, but she won’t.”

Xia Li on the left remained silent. Xia Li on the right suddenly smiled.

He turned his head to look at the person on the right. "You're smiling, so you're Xia Li with black hair?"

"It's nothing," said the one on the right. "Keep guessing, and we'll tell you who's who once you're sure."

Looking at her smile, Song Che suddenly felt uncertain.

Xia Li can smile, and she looks beautiful when she smiles, but she doesn't smile often.

He glanced at the person on his left. The person on the left still had no expression, but their ears seemed to have turned a little red.

He leaned closer to look at his left ear.

Xia Li on the left leaned back slightly. "What?"

"Look at your ears."

What's wrong with your ear?

"It's become famous."

Xia Li on the left reached out and touched her ear. "It's not red."

“Your ears are red,” Song Che said. “Your ears turn red whenever you lie.”

"I'm not lying."

"Then why are your ears red?"

Xia Li on the left didn't say anything, but her ears turned even redder.

This little idiot, you gave yourself away right away.

Song Che spoke directly, "You are Xia Li."

Xia Li on the left looked at him, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't.

Xia Li on the right suddenly spoke up, "You think red ears mean she is?"

Song Che turned to look at her, "Isn't that right?"

Xia Li on the right didn't answer, but just looked at Xia Li on the left. Xia Li on the left was also looking at her. The two looked at each other, then simultaneously turned to look at Song Che.

"Take another look," the two said at the same time.

Song Che felt a little uneasy under their gazes. He looked at his left ear again; it was still red, but the intensity of the redness was about the same as before. He then looked at his right ear—it wasn't red, it was very white, the same color as his face.

“The one on the right isn’t red,” he said.

"So?" the one on the right asked.

"So the one on the left is Xia Li."

The two women exchanged another glance. Xia Li on the left suddenly smiled, and Xia Li on the right also smiled. Song Che watched them smile and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked the person on the left.

Xia Li on the left didn't answer, but simply raised her hand and wiped her face. Her hair changed from silver to black, and her aura instantly transformed—she was no longer Xia Li, but Black-haired Xia Li.

Song Che was stunned.

“You…” he pointed to the left, “you are…”

Xia Li, with her black hair, nodded. "Mm."

Song Che turned his head to look at the right. Xia Li was still standing there, with silver hair, her ears not red, and her expression calm.

“Then you are…” he asked.

Xia Li on the right nodded, "Mm."

Standing between the two, Song Che suddenly felt like a fool. He clearly saw that the left ear was red, and he clearly thought that was Xia Li's habit of lying, but it turned out that the one on the left was the black-haired Xia Li.

Even Xia Li with black hair gets her ears red?

She lies too?

"Why are your ears red?" he asked Xia Li, who had black hair.

Xia Li, with her black hair, touched her ears. "They're hot."

"Hot?"

"Hmm," she said, "I walked around for a bit, it's a little hot. I'll try wearing a skirt next time."

Song Che looked at her, unsure what to say. He then looked at the silver-haired Xia Li, "Why aren't your ears red?"

The silver-haired Xia Li looked at him and said, "I wasn't lying."

Song Che was speechless. She really wasn't lying; she only said a few sentences from beginning to end, and every single one of them was true. He had simply assumed that the one with red ears was Xia Li, but he had misjudged her.

The two walked back to the sofa.

Song Che followed behind and sat down to the side. Bruce crawled out from under the coffee table, jumped onto the sofa, and lay on Song Che's lap. Outside the window, the wind and rain began to sway, a mixture of coolness and sultry heat. Watching the wind and rain outside, he suddenly drifted off into thought. The swaying raindrops, accompanied by their sound, gradually enveloped everything around him.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt that the sound of the rain enveloped the three of them, and that the two Xia Lis seemed to be hiding something from him. It was as if the world... only had the three of them left. The raindrops and the sound of the rain made him feel inexplicably lonely.

The summer rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The sound of rain still lingers as it approaches.

The rest of my life will remain the same.

Chapter 149 The First Bite of Ice Cream is Delicious

Song Che discovered that the more carefully he tried to distinguish them, the less clear they became. Theoretically speaking, both Xia Lis were Xia Lis.

If they wanted to, Song Che wouldn't be able to tell them apart. But under normal circumstances, Song Che could tell that one Xia Li was more lively, and the other Xia Li was not very lively.

The word "lively" is inaccurate; it should be described as "a bit cunning."

The bad woman's demeanor is completely different now compared to back then.

Back then, she was gloomy and like a female ghost, just standing there without saying a word. Now she talks more and has become more cunning.

Song Che didn't know how long she would stay.

A few months is fine, but staying here for a long time, how to balance the relationship... it's a difficult situation for him.

He didn't tell his parents, and Tao Xiang was also silenced by the bad woman. They could live a normal life for a while, but it always felt strange to have two Xia Lis at home.

It's not that two Xia Lis mean two kinds of happiness.

The temperature in Nanhui has risen a bit, so there are more popsicles in the refrigerator. Xia Li loves eating popsicles now, and Song Che is worried that she will get sick from eating them.

After each meal, I would sit facing the fan.

……

Xia Li's bedroom was spotless. Song Che bought her a bookshelf to store books, and there were quite a few physical books on it. She didn't like reading comics or novels, but preferred literary works, which were as boring as reading comprehension exercises in Chinese. In addition to literary works, she also liked to study human laws and philosophy, and now she could speak eloquently.

The wicked woman meditated on the balcony near the window, Xia Li read a book in bed with the bedroom door locked, and Song Che slept in his own room. He was quite relaxed at the moment.

Xia Li is different; she has recently discussed a lot of things with the bad woman.

"You said you haven't disappeared... is it because I still don't understand what human emotions are?" Xia Li doubted herself. "But I clearly understand them, it's so strange."

The wicked woman replied, seemingly nonchalant and convincing, "Your understanding is only superficial. Do you even remember why a witch is a witch?"

"Because the witch cultivates the path of ruthlessness."

"Yes, that's it. It's very similar to the cultivation of immortality in humans. If you want to understand it completely, I recommend you read some cultivation novels." The wicked woman became interested when she talked about this. "I've read several recently. Do you want to take a look?"

"I don't like it, I like literature."

"When I was your age, I also enjoyed written works. As I got older, I started to enjoy reading novels. Why don't you give it a try?"

"No, I'd rather continue researching how to be a real human being."

"You can't understand it this way."

“…I understand!” Xia Li’s tone hardened. “You just wait to disappear.”

"Fine, I'll wait." The wicked woman said calmly, "You are still the witch, and there's no sign of you disappearing."

"I know! You don't need to remind me every time."

Xia Li no longer wants to be a witch.

dong dong——

Song Che knocked on the door and came in, carrying two bowls of mung bean soup.

"Have a drink, don't get heatstroke in this stuffy room. Remember to turn on the air conditioner at night." Song Che reminded him a couple of times, then turned and walked out. He was used to this routine almost every day.

Xia Li's image has changed recently.

I want ice cream. I want popsicles. I want ice cream.

Goodness, it's all food.

The previous "Witch Princess" has all been turned into eating.

Song Che suspected that she had gone mad from the heat.

The bedroom door was closed again, the curtains were drawn to block out the sunlight, and the fan was placed on the bedside table in oscillating mode, blowing air intermittently.

Xia Li leaned against the headboard, holding a thick book open in her hand. The cover had several large characters on it, and the title was "Existence and Nothingness".

She's been reading for over half a month now, with a bookmark on page 100. She flips through a few pages every day, then just sits in a daze, then flips through a few more pages. Today she flipped through a few more pages.

Xia Li, with her black hair, sat by the window, her legs crossed, on a cushion. There were no books or phones in front of her; she just sat there. But her eyelids occasionally twitched, and her overly expressive face suggested she was looking at something interesting.

Xia Li glanced at her, then glanced at her again, sensing that this wicked woman was trying to suppress a laugh.

"What are you looking at?"

“Meditate,” said Xia Li, who has black hair.

Isn't meditation done with your eyes closed?