My wife is a witch princess.

"Okay, I'll give him the phone."

"Hey, Song Che."

My dad always calls me by my first name and speaks to me very casually.

The main problem is that he has to borrow some secret money from his son from time to time, causing his status in the family to fluctuate. Except for certain moments when he needs to take charge and can outmaneuver his mother, he is mostly in a state of being suppressed.

"Hey Dad. Have you bought the tickets?"

"I've bought it."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a bit weak, and the pronunciation wasn't very clear.

"Son, it doesn't matter if you don't do well on the exam, it doesn't matter if our family is poor. Have you heard that saying? 'It's not about being born poor, it's just that a dragon is trapped underwater. If a heavy rain comes down, it will choose a day to ascend to heaven...'"

"Dad, have you been drinking?"

"Haha! Don't you know your dad's drinking capacity? Today I drank twenty clients under the table, and I was the only one still standing when we left!"

Before I could finish speaking, my mother snatched the phone away.

"Alright, use your own phone to talk! I'll say a few more words to Da Bao."

I heard my dad groan "Ouch!" on the other end of the phone, as if he'd been hit hard.

"I...I'm drunk! I'll go berserk! Look at my eyebrows, aren't they fierce? Look at my beard, aren't they prickly? Look at my eyes, don't they look like a dragon? You're just a little woman...don't act like a man! You're almost thirty-eight, you old hag!"

His mother completely ignored his nonsense: "You're more like a drunken lobster. Can you be fiercer than me?"

Dad let out another "ow".

Song Che couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It was good that his parents were so energetic. Unlike Xia Li, who had been acting increasingly strange these past few days. She was already quiet, but now she was practically mute, hiding in her room all day, acting all mysterious.

Xia Li, you little idiot!

Song Che couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Logically, shouldn't she be more cheerful now that she can smile? Why is she developing more and more in the direction of a "gloomy girl"?

“Dabao, Mom will be home in ten days at most. I won’t be staying in your room anymore. When you have time, help Mom clean the room downstairs from Aunt Lan. I’m renting there now. And that girl… let Mom meet her. I’m worried about her.”

"it is good."

Song Che was thinking to himself that he needed to teach Xia Li how to speak "normally." As long as his mother thought she was a decent girl with no bad habits, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"I've hung up."

"Ah."

After the phone call ended, rustling sounds came from Xia Li's bedroom.

She stood behind the door, shivering slightly from the cold. Her long, soaked hair wouldn't dry no matter how hard she tried, and a small puddle had formed on the floor. She wanted to go out and ask Song Che for help, but he was on the phone, so she had to fend for herself, only making things worse.

"Ah - sneeze!"

A suppressed sneeze came from the bedroom.

"Are you alright? You haven't dried your hair yet? It's the middle of winter, do you want to catch a cold?" Song Che walked up to her door.

There was no response from inside. A few seconds later, the door was pushed open a crack. Xia Li peeked out through the crack, her wet silver hair sticking to her cheeks and neck, water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair, and she met Song Che's gaze outside the door.

"You haven't dried your hair yet?" Song Che looked at her dripping hair and exclaimed... There's so much water.

Snapped!

The door was closed again.

You idiot, why are you closing the door!

Song Che forgot that Xia Li could read minds, and subconsciously cursed in his heart.

"I can handle it myself," came Xia Li's slightly stubborn voice from inside the door.

She's not stupid.

Did you get a dry towel?

"……without."

"Did you bring the hairdryer inside?"

"……without."

"And yet you still have the nerve to say that." Song Che sighed, grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom, and then took a hairdryer to her door. "Open the door, I'll dry your hair for you. Your hair is so long, you'll catch a cold."

"No, I... I can handle it in a bit."

"Are you sure?" Song Che looked at the water seeping out from under the door and was a little helpless—Xia Li's hair really had a lot of moisture.

He reached for the doorknob, but halfway through, he found he couldn't turn it.

Xia Li pressed the deadbolt button tightly from the inside.

Her stubborn streak flared up instantly.

Song Che increased the pressure on his hands, and the competitive thought in his mind resurfaced.

...You idiot, you'll catch a cold!

He called me an idiot, but I won't be an idiot.

The two started arguing through the door.

Song Che pushed the doorknob from the outside, while Xia Li braced herself against the door from the inside.

But she was no match for Song Che, and was pushed back repeatedly by the force coming from outside the door. She leaned against the cold door panel, her bare feet slipping on the wet floor.

"I'm coming in, be careful, don't block the door."

Xia Li bit her lip and remained silent. Looking at the mess of water stains on the floor and the scattered underwear on the bed, she didn't want Song Che to see her like this.

It's all his fault for calling earlier... She originally wanted to ask him for help.

However, the difference in strength was too great, and Song Che eventually managed to turn the doorknob open.

He slipped through the crack in the door, and Xia Li loosened her grip, causing the door to slam back against the frame with a bang.

The floor was covered in water, and Song Che slipped and stumbled before regaining his balance. Xia Li, on the other hand, nearly fell into the door due to the momentum.

By the time she regained her footing and could see the situation inside the room, Song Che had already walked in.

Her underwear, which she had just changed out of, was scattered on the bed; it was small, light-colored, and crumpled up in a ball.

Xia Li's soaked silver hair was disheveled, and she was only wearing a sweatshirt with a wide neckline, revealing a section of her fair collarbone and shoulders.

The hoodie was very short, revealing two straight legs underneath.

Because it was wet, the cotton fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining the girl's shapely figure.

Water droplets rolled down her hair, slid down her neck, and finally disappeared into the depths of her collar.

Her skin was very fair, the kind of pale white that never sees the sun, but now it was flushed with a faint pink from the dampness and cold.

Standing barefoot in the puddle, my toes curled slightly from the cold.

"Come here, let me dry your hair." Song Che looked away and softened his voice. "Never mind, just put on some pants or wrap yourself in a towel. It's a bit inconvenient for me here."

"I...I'll do it myself." Xia Li lowered her head, her ears slightly red.

"Okay, do it yourself." Song Che handed over a dry towel and placed the hair dryer on the edge of the bed. "Once you're done drying, there's an outlet by the bed. Plug it in and dry it. I'll go get the mop and mop the floor."

...Seriously, why are you blocking the door, you idiot.

...I'm not stupid.

Xia Li clutched the towel, watched Song Che turn and leave, pursed her lips, and finally went to put on her pants in a huff.

The phone next to the bed was still lit up, with a string of search records on the search screen, roughly asking when men would act inappropriately.

"Why is Song Che different from other human males... It turns out, he doesn't like the way girls look after taking a shower."

What am I thinking?

Xia Li rubbed her silver hair.

...I never intended to let him in.

……

Song Che's face flushed. Did His Highness truly not know the difference between men and women, or was he pretending not to? The last time he said he would touch her leg, his thought process was terrifyingly stupid. Song Che was afraid that if she continued like this, he really wouldn't be able to resist... teasing her.

Your Highness, you don't understand love.

Regardless of whether he was attracted to the prince at first sight or had fallen for that weakling who had rushed into the fire, Song Che was certain that he loved the prince.

But His Highness is as clueless as a goose, not even knowing what liking is, which makes it difficult for the hypocritical me to make a move.

Besides... Xia Li can now read minds.

"Holy shit."

Xia Li can read minds, but she forgot about it.

Song Che immediately stopped his inner monologue and began muttering to himself, "In another twenty days... I'll do a fake test on Xia Li. Honestly, I'm such an idiot. Why would I be interested in another idiot? Stupid Xia Li, stupid Xia Li, stupid Xia Li...!"

Song Che stood in front of the door with a mop for a while until he heard Xia Li drying her hair. Only then did he push the door open and go in to mop up the water stains on the floor.

At the same time, he tossed a jacket over, saying, "Your lips are all frozen white. Come to the kitchen later and get some hot soup."

After saying that, he picked up the mop and went outside.

He found some ginger and brown sugar in the refrigerator, thought for a moment, and then called out, "Next time, wipe your body down first, and put your clothes on once you're dry."

Song Che doesn't even care about himself this much.

"Ah."

The hairdryer in the bedroom paused for a moment before responding.

Song Che heated up the soup and put it in a small pot.

I took out tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator and made a hot bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

Xia Li dried her hair and walked out of the bedroom. Her silver hair was loose and flowed down her back as she walked.

She silently ladled out three bowls of soup and placed them on the table one by one.

She turned around to get the noodles. Song Che looked at her, and she glanced at Song Che back, then silently took three bowls of noodles in turn.

By the time the two sat down, Tao Xiang had already eaten half a bowl of noodles.