My wife is a witch princess.

Song Che didn't actually scold for long; he just repeated the same few sentences over and over again.

"How dare you?"

"Can you just do something like this?"

"Do you know how scared I almost died?"

After he finished speaking, seeing her head down and not saying anything, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he reached out and patted her head. "Alright, stop pretending."

Xia Li looked up, her eyes bright, showing no sign of crying. Song Che felt he had been deceived again.

“I wasn’t pretending,” Xia Li said. “I’m reflecting on my actions.”

What have you reflected on?

"I should have reflected on the fact that I bullied you in my dreams."

Song Che looked at her, feeling that something was off about this self-reflection. "What about reality?"

Xia Li thought for a moment, "It shouldn't be like that in reality either."

Song Che breathed a sigh of relief. "That's more like it."

Xia Li was reckless and didn't know his own strength, and this made him seem completely unmanly!

Xia Li burrowed under the covers, turning her back to him. Song Che assumed she had truly repented and lay back down to continue sleeping. A few minutes later, Xia Li turned over and leaned closer, "Song Che."

"Ok?"

Are you angry?

"No."

"Really?"

"real."

Xia Li kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight."

Song Che touched the spot where he had been kissed. "Goodnight."

……

Xia Li woke up early the next morning. Song Che was still asleep, breathing heavily; he had stayed up too late the night before. She got up quietly, washed up, changed her clothes, grabbed her phone and room key, and went out.

There's a small supermarket next to the hotel; she saw it yesterday when she passed by. Several cases of drinks were displayed at the entrance, and the words "Cigarettes and Alcohol" were written in red on the glass door.

Xia Li pushed open the door and went in. Behind the cashier sat a middle-aged man, looking down at his phone without raising his head.

Xia Li circled the shelf. Beer was on the bottom shelf, rows and rows of green bottles. She squatted down and looked at it for a while, picked up a can, checked the alcohol content, and put it back. She picked up another can, but still felt something was off. She didn't know which beer was good, or how much would make her dizzy.

The bad woman didn't say these things.

She took out her phone and searched.

What should a girl drink for her first time?

There were many answers; some said beer, some said fruit wine, and some said cocktails. After looking at them for a while, she chose the one that looked least like an alcoholic beverage.

A jar of peach-flavored sparkling wine, in a pink jar with a peach drawn on it, and it has a fairly high alcohol content.

She grabbed another can of the original flavor, just in case the peach flavor didn't taste good. The two cans were in a black plastic bag. She paid and hurried back.

When the elevator doors opened, Song Che was standing inside. He was wearing slippers, his hair was messy, and his eyes weren't fully open yet.

The two people looked at each other.

Xia Li hid the bag behind her back. Song Che glanced down at her hands.

What did you buy?

"nothing."

What are you holding in your hand?

Xia Li remained silent. Song Che reached out, and she took a step back. Song Che reached out again, and she took another step back, her back pressed against the corridor wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Song Che took the bag from her hand, opened it, and glanced inside. Two jars of wine, pink jars with peaches drawn on them. He looked at the wine, then at Xia Li. Xia Li had her head down.

Why are you buying alcohol?

"drink."

Why drink?

This little guy can drink a glass of wine as thin as an eggshell.

Xia Li fell silent.

Looking at her guilty expression, Song Che suddenly understood. She hadn't intended to only do what happened in her dream last night.

He sighed and handed the bag back to her. "Drink it tonight, I'll watch from the side."

Xia Li looked up at him, "Aren't you going to scold me?"

"What's the point of scolding you?"

Xia Li thought for a moment, "It's no use."

Song Che was amused by her words, "Then I won't scold you anymore."

Xia Li hugged the bag to her chest and followed him into the room. When they reached the door, she suddenly said, "Song Che."

"Ok?"

"It's so kind of you."

"Come on, I'll tie you up after you finish drinking to prevent you from doing anything reckless while drunk."

"I won't do anything reckless."

"You think I don't know what you're thinking? Do you even know what this kind of behavior is called?"

"Slut."

"So you knew all along."

“But I think it’s right to treat someone I like this this way.” Xia Li said confidently, sticking to her opinion even after being discovered.

She's lived with Song Che for so long, she's waited for him for a hundred years, so why is Song Che like an old relic, even less adaptable than she is?

The bad woman was absolutely right; this kind of thing has to be done by force.

Chapter 156 My alcohol tolerance is better than yours

Xia Li didn't care about infatuated women.

She felt the fruit wine wasn't strong enough and that she should choose a white wine, so she hurriedly went out again.

When Xia Li returned to the room with the wine, Song Che was sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his socks.

Xia Li stuffed the bag into the wardrobe and covered it with clothes, clearly intending to hide something she didn't want anyone to see.

As Song Che watched her retreating figure, he suddenly found the way this girl was being stubborn quite amusing. Why the hell did she need to hide it? Wasn't it just wine?

Is it white this time?

"Hidden well?"

Xia Li closed the wardrobe door. "I didn't hide anything."

"What were you doing just now?"

"Put things in."

Song Che was too lazy to expose her, so he stood up and went to wash up.

When she came out, Xia Li was still standing in front of the wardrobe, as if she was checking to make sure that the two bottles of wine had grown legs and run away.

Tao Xiang knocked on the door from outside, "Brother Song Che, Sister Xia Li, breakfast is ready. Aunt Zhang said we're going hiking today, so we need to leave early."

This little one no longer calls me "Mommy," but "Mommy" instead.

Zhang Shushu mentioned the mountain climbing yesterday. There's a mountain at the border of Licheng and Taixi. It's not high, but the scenery is beautiful. There's an old temple on the mountain, which is said to be very effective for praying for good fortune.

Breakfast was served at the hotel restaurant; it was a buffet with a limited selection, but enough to eat.

Zhang Shushu sat by the window, slowly eating a bowl of porridge, an egg, and two sweet potatoes. Tao Xiang followed her, carrying a plate of bread, which she spread with a thick layer of strawberry jam, getting it all over her face as she ate.

Xia Li followed Song Che's example and sat down next to him with a bowl of porridge.

Self-service was a new thing for her, so she didn't dare take too much. But it was obviously not enough, so she drank the bowl of porridge very clean. After she finished, she didn't even need to wash the bowl.

When Zhang Shushu saw this, she smiled and said, "This child doesn't waste food, that's good."

It seems Mom doesn't really understand Xia Li.

The hike was scheduled for nine in the morning, and there was still an hour after breakfast. Zhang Shushu said she was going back to her room to pack her things, and Tao Xiang followed her, leaving only Song Che and Xia Li in the corridor.

Xia Li glanced at Song Che, "Go back?"

"Ah."

Back in her room, the first thing Xia Li did was open the wardrobe and take a look. Several jars of wine were still there, covered by clothes, with only a small part of the jars sticking out.

She felt relieved, closed the cabinet door, and sat on the bed.

This is a classic case of "protesting too much," and Xia Li is nowhere to be found; Song Che doesn't even look at it.

Song Che leaned against the headboard, looking at his phone. Jiang Shuo was sending a message in the group chat, saying that his college application was basically settled, and his parents were so happy they set off a string of firecrackers. Zhang Hanyu said he wanted to apply to a school outside the province, somewhere far from home.

Song Che replied with a few words of congratulations, put down his phone, and noticed that Xia Li was looking at him.

"what happened?"

"No." Xia Li looked away, then looked back. "Are you free tonight?"

Song Che thought for a moment, "Aren't we going to have dinner together tonight?"

"After eating."

"After dinner, go back to your room and sleep. Then you can drink your wine, but I won't. After you finish drinking, I'll tie you up."

Xia Li nodded and remained silent. After a while, she asked again, "Could you have some wine tonight?"

Song Che looked at her and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"