My wife is a witch princess.

Her thoughts differed from the driver's. Xia Li felt that the principles she had learned over a century of experience were not problematic; they were the result of her own personal experience.

It's wrong to constantly bother others.

There's absolutely no evidence that she's an idiot!

Xia Li got anxious.

She finally understood why there was a sign hanging in front of him, because someone really would strangle him from behind.

However, she wouldn't do that. Xia Li would usually chant a spell to turn the person she disliked into a mud pig, or knock them unconscious with her magic wand.

She looked at the small hammer in her hand.

"Shut up..."

Song Che coughed twice, reminding Xia Li to watch her behavior. He knew that Xia Li looked aloof, but she was actually very quick to anger. The hammer was too dangerous in her hands. If he didn't keep an eye on her, there would be another person fainting under the hammer.

"Quickly put that thing away."

Xia Li realized she'd been caught and immediately hid the small hammer behind her back, her eyes filled with guilt. She wondered:

"How do you know what I'm thinking? It's so obvious..."

Song Che: ……

You even sounded a little shocked?

If you dare to bang anything, I'll strangle you tonight.

Chapter 6 Xia Li didn't hit her head.

The city night view flows outside the window: shop signs, pedestrians returning home late, small convenience stores... everything is enveloped in the chill of the winter night.

This slow-moving taxi, however, is a warm, isolated island.

The song on the radio had changed; it was an older tune. Xia Li liked this one; the melody was melodious and brought her peace of mind.

"We're almost there. Be careful when you get off the bus, don't bump your leg."

The talkative uncle spoke less, gently brought the car to a stop in front of the clinic.

He got out of the car and helped open the door.

The woman in the passenger seat stretched comfortably. When she saw the man return, she grabbed his ear, pulled it to his mouth, and said slowly and deliberately, "You just called me an idiot, right?"

And you even said that little girl was stupid, right?

"No way, my dear wife, you must have misheard me."

"Stop being silly, I've been awake the whole time."

The woman picked up a cartoon sunflower and said, "You said you'd give it to me but you won't. You'd better wait until zombies eat your brains, you idiot Dave."

"They didn't say they wanted it."

"Fine, I'll give it to you anyway... You're not careful at all."

“This is not an excuse for you to twist my ear when I don’t want it. Twisting is not giving.”

The woman twisted her ear halfway around, then smiled and opened the car window, her voice gentle, "Young man, come here for a second, your girlfriend forgot something."

……

"……it hurts."

Lin Xiali covered her forehead and took a half step back. She was certain that there was a magical barrier blocking her way. Song Che had just left when she was ambushed by an unknown entity.

This human world... is not safe!

She bent her knuckles and carefully tapped the fog in front of her eyes.

Boom, boom, boom.

It was icy cold; the mist didn't appear out of thin air, but rather adhered to a transparent object.

A thin pane of glass separated her from the clinic interior. There wasn't much fog, and the doctor sitting at the front desk quickly noticed this aloof young woman who was really arguing with the glass, and her head hit the glass with a 'thud'... This girl is surprisingly strong.

Her face is pretty, but why doesn't she push the door open and come in?

With silver hair, is she cosplaying as the Witch of Envy?

She has a nice face, and she would look even better when she smiles.

However, the patients who come here generally can't laugh.

The doctor smiled slightly, then his smile froze; he couldn't quite manage a smile now either.

Wait a minute, you're going to smash my window with a hammer!

Snapped!

The doctor watched as the small hammer fell, making a crisp sound.

My heart clenched, and I gasped.

However, nothing happened.

I almost forgot, our glass is bulletproof.

On the outside of the glass, Xia Li was subdued by Song Che after striking with a hammer. This bad habit had to be changed. He still didn't understand why the witch liked to chisel things.

What if I damage it by chiseling?

Not knowing what to do, Song Che knew that he wanted to hurt someone. Xia Li listened to every word he said, but only half-heartedly.

The main theme is "knowing your mistakes but not correcting them, then making the same mistake again and then complaining."

Xia Li was intimidated by Song Che's imposing manner. Although she wasn't obviously smart, she ate a lot and spent money quickly.

Why are you angry at yourself when the other party attacked first?

...I was actually in the right.

Status remains -1.

Xia Li's expression was serious. She felt it was time to draft a contract and improve the regulations regarding freedom of action and the maintenance of status. Their issues needed to be resolved in a fair manner.

I just don't know if Song Che will agree.

Xia Li cleared her throat and resumed her princely tone.

“Song Che, I want to draft a contract at the level of an agreement.”

Upon hearing this, Song Che recalled the relevant concepts.

A contractual magic agreement is formed, and neither party may violate it. Violators will be reviewed and punished by the Magic Goddess, and their noses will grow longer by one month.

The goddess of magic is reviewing this?

In the magical world, you can call me a nobody, but on Earth, you're ashamed to question me.

Song Che is a civilized person. He has no complaints about the goddess of magic at all. He was forced to sign an unequal contract with the unscrupulous Xia Li, which required him to taste magic potions for life. If he violated the contract, he would be punished by the goddess of magic. This caused him to suffer from stress-induced heart pain every time he drank a potion, and he almost developed a mental breakdown.

He... didn't care at all, he just cursed a few times when he had nothing to do.

Keep it up, big sister who likes to scrutinize others; there are plenty of people here who don't keep their word.

Hundreds of millions of work orders are enough to keep you working overtime until you find your horse has disappeared.

"Tell me, what agreement?"

“If I don’t break things, you’ll need to cook for me, and in return… I’ll do the dishes from now on. It’s an equal exchange, you won’t lose out, and I won’t be fooled…” Xia Li paused, then hastily changed her words: “I won’t take advantage of you.”

"agree."

Song Che agreed readily, which made Xia Li feel that she hadn't set the bar low enough; she should at least specify that he would cook at least three dishes every day.

The witch plays chess, and once a move is made, there's no going back. She doesn't dwell on the past, but she is troubled by the magical barrier in front of her that is causing her trouble.

Xia Li pointed to the glass in front of her, "You need a magic pass issued by the city-state. Do you have one?"

Song Che lowered his voice and pulled the doorknob.

"Stop talking nonsense. This is glass, a sliding door. It's the same as your crystal window. Didn't you see that's a doorknob?"

It turns out this is a door handle; it doesn't look like one at all.

Xia Li followed his force and tried to open the door silently. She looked at the doorknob, then at Song Che, her pupils saying 'So that's how it is,' but her face still maintained the aloofness of a witch.

She commented:

"The craftsmanship is top-notch; there isn't a single scratch on it, the transparency is excellent, and there's no dullness inside."

"Are you interested?"

Lin Xiali nodded. "Even human nobles have never used this technology. The impurity-free process can replace ordinary star-gazing instruments. I want to see that star that I've never seen clearly before. That star... is blue and is very far away from us."

"Witch Death Star?"

"Yes, that's where all witches go, and there's no one there who hates silver-haired witches."

"Actually, there aren't any here. If you want to see stars, there's an astronomical observatory here. If you have money, you can even take a rocket up there and eat grilled fish on the stars."

Song Che helped Xia Li in and gave the doctor an awkward smile.

"I'm sorry, she hurt her leg, so her brain... so her temper is a little strange. I'll keep an eye on her."

The doctor adjusted his glasses, his professionalism allowing him to maintain composure.

"It's okay, left leg or right leg, where did you fall from?"

"Right leg, it should be... the roof of a bungalow."

"Come here so I can take a look. If it's serious, go to the back and get an X-ray."

The doctor pulled out a form. "Name, your relationship to me, do you have your ID card?"

"She forgot to bring it; she only has mine."

"Okay, tell me your name."

"Song Che, she is Song Li."

"Okay." The doctor filled out the form and gestured for Song Che to bring Xia Li to the cubicle. "Lie down and let me see your injured leg."

Xia Li lay awkwardly on the examination bed, her hands instinctively gripping the waistband of her pajama pants. Her waist and hips couldn't support Song Che's pajama pants, and the feeling of them slipping down made her frown, but she didn't say anything, she just carefully straightened her legs.