My wife is a witch princess.

If this is it... will she die?

Xia Li burrowed herself completely under the covers, her silver hair spread messily across the pillow. She curled up, her toes clenched tightly together, and her fingers gripped the sheets.

I feel so bad.

My heart felt like it was stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton.

Heavy and wet.

Feeling stuffy and bloated, unable to sort things out, unable to break free.

She even missed the days when she was with Hitler, when all she had to do was face powerful enemies and heavy political duties.

At least at that time, she knew what to do and what to guard against.

Swords and magic have traceable paths, but the human heart... especially one's own heart, is an uncharted sea.

The sound of traffic could be heard from afar outside the window, while Bruce's soft snoring could be heard inside the room. Song Che's steady breathing could also be faintly heard through the wall in the next room.

She didn't know what to do.

The unease lingered in her mind for a long time until the sunlight dimmed and Song Che knocked on her door. Only then did Xia Li stop thinking about these complicated things. She got up, opened the door, and said, "I'm not asleep. Are you going out?"

"Okay, let's go to Aunt Lan's apartment building. Mom rented a place and wants me to clean it." Song Che paused. "Shall we go together, or rest a bit longer?"

"I want to go too."

"Okay, then you can bring me a broom and a dustpan, and I'll take the other things."

Song Che went to the bathroom to find some tools.

Xia Li went to the balcony and picked up the broom.

Song Che was always in a good mood when he woke up, and Xia Li sensed his good mood and inexplicably felt happy as well.

He came out of the bathroom with a small bucket in his hand, containing a mop and a rag. He then went to the balcony and got a small broom.

"I'll sweep with you later. After we're done, I'll mop the floor, and you can wipe the windows with a cloth."

"it is good."

"Can you make a bed?"

"meeting."

"Then you can make up the bed while you're at it."

"it is good."

"Then can you sweep the floor yourself?"

"Row."

"How about I leave it all to you?"

"it is good."

"Can I give you a kiss?"

"it is good."

"..."

"No, it's not good." Xia Li took two steps back, her eyes wide. "You, you..."

"What's wrong with me? You said it yourself."

"You're being indecent!"

"Is it my fault? Just tell me if you said it or not."

“…Me.” Xia Li didn’t know that this wasn’t actually her fault. It was just that Song Che was taking advantage of her lack of conventional thinking. She lowered her head and said, “It’s my fault.”

Chapter 66 A Smack (5k)

Xia Li, carrying a broom and a rag, silently followed Song Che downstairs.

After a few minutes of mental preparation and repeatedly confirming the contents of the "agreement," she felt that since she had taken the initiative to propose it, she should fulfill it.

But Song Che doesn't seem to have any intention of making it right away.

They arrived at the apartment downstairs from Aunt Lan's, the one that was about to be rented to Song Che's mother.

The layout is similar to Song Che's current residence, symmetrical with the building across the street, with good natural light, sufficient space, and reasonable rent, making it a very cost-effective choice.

After receiving the key from Aunt Lan and exchanging a few brief pleasantries, the two officially entered the house.

The room was surprisingly clean.

The floor was gleaming, the windows were spotless, and there wasn't a speck of dust in even the corners—clearly, Aunt Lan had cleaned it carefully beforehand. The bedding was also neatly folded and exuded a clean, sun-dried scent.

"It seems... we only need to do some simple maintenance." Song Che looked around, somewhat amused and exasperated.

Aunt Lan did a really good job.

He led Xia Li and symbolically assigned tasks: "I'll sweep the living room and kitchen, and you'll be in charge of the bedroom. Let's just go through the motions, just to show off."

“…Okay.” Xia Li answered a beat slower this time, as if she was lost in thought.

After hearing the content clearly, he added another sentence.

Song Che didn't pay any attention and went to the living room with a broom.

Xia Li went into the bedroom, picked up a broom, and looked around blankly.

Unable to find anywhere that needed cleaning, she could only symbolically sweep the already clean floor again from top to bottom.

The dust swept up is probably only enough to crush an ant.

When she peeked out of the bedroom, she found Song Che standing in the middle of the empty living room, holding a nearly spotless broom, with the same expression of having nothing to do.

The two looked at each other, and an awkward silence filled the air, a feeling of "the work plan being prematurely abandoned."

Xia Li hesitated for a moment, but still decided to move forward with her agenda.

She walked up to Song Che, tilted her head back, and looked directly at him with her blue eyes, her tone as calm as if she were asking, "What are we eating today?"

When are you going to kiss me?

The air in the living room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Song Che tightened his grip on the broom handle, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

“…Wait a minute.” He looked away, his voice lower than usual.

“…Oh.” Xia Li responded, but did not leave.

She was a little anxious and wanted him to finish kissing her as soon as possible, so that the "agreement" would be fulfilled and she could put aside that inexplicable worry in her heart.

But Song Che didn't make a move for a long time, which made her wonder if he was planning something even more "pushing his luck".

She quietly focused her mind to "listen" to his inner voice.

Where should I kiss? On the lips, or on the cheek?

"A kiss on the cheek would be better," Xia Li immediately made the decision for him, her voice clear.

In her view, kissing on the cheek was a common and proper etiquette among nobles.

Kissing...that's different.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact difference, but her intuition told her she couldn't let Song Che get away with it so easily. Once he got a taste of success, who knew what even more outrageous demands he might make next time.

Xia Li had to admit that Song Che's clever tricks and fallacies sometimes did confuse her and make her fall into his trap without even realizing it.

Song Che nodded and did not object.

He actually wanted to kiss her, but faced with Xia Li's overly clear and straightforward eyes, he inexplicably became timid and embarrassed.

Especially when Xia Li looks at people, she always stares into their eyes without any hesitation, and sometimes she will blink gently. That kind of pure and slightly unconscious focus is so cute that it's almost unfair.

He wasn't sure if he could control himself when he actually kissed her.

...Even a normal man would find it hard to resist.

"I... I'll think about it first." Song Che was unusually indecisive, his eyes darting around.

But Xia Li couldn't wait any longer.

She took another small step closer, the distance between them suddenly shrinking. She still looked up, her eyes fixed on Song Che, trying to exert pressure with her gaze: "You need to... be serious. Otherwise..."

She hesitated for a long time, but couldn't come up with a reason. She just gripped the broom handle tightly with her fingers.

He made a decision in his heart.

If Song Che dares to do anything inappropriate beyond "kissing the cheek", she will immediately flick his forehead!

Whether it works or not is another matter, but at least you have to vent your anger by flicking it.

Song Che was forced to meet her gaze.

When it comes to kissing a girl, sometimes it's just a moment of impulse, and you just do it without thinking. But right now the atmosphere has become so formal, and the other person is staring at you so intently, he's a little at a loss and doesn't know how to start.

"Xia Li," he tried to ease the tension, his voice a little dry, "why don't you... close your eyes first?"

"No." Xia Li refused decisively, even widening her eyes slightly to show her wariness.

If you close your eyes, wouldn't you be at the mercy of others?

Who knows what he might do while he's taking the opportunity?

She continued to stare at Song Che, her gaze slowly moving down from his eyes to his lips.

Song Che's gaze also lingered on Xia Li's face.

This girl, no matter if she's feeling nervous or not, always has a calm and composed expression on her face.

As I got closer, her features became exceptionally clear: her blue eyes were like two deep pools of water, and her eyelashes were long and thick. Her skin was delicate, and the tip of her nose still had a cute, slight redness from her earlier movement and nervousness.

Her lips were a pale cherry blossom color, small and moisturized...

The more he looked, the faster his heart beat; the affection in his heart was like boiling water, bubbling and gurgling.

"Are you going to kiss me?" Xia Li suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

“Hmm…” Song Che responded, his Adam’s apple bobbing again.