My wife is a witch princess.

Xia Li slowed down her chewing. After a moment, she shook her head: "It feels... a little different."

"How are they different?"

"I didn't feel it as obviously, but I definitely felt it," Xia Li recalled. "I knew we were very close, and I knew you were nervous, but my body... didn't react as strongly as yours. My face probably wasn't as red as yours. My heart was beating a little faster, but not as fast as yours, and my face... felt a little hot."

She raised her hand and touched it. "Yes, a little."

She looked at Song Che, puzzled, and asked, "Why? Is it because my body... isn't very shy, or is it because I don't understand these things? But I understood these things when I was inside your body just now..."

He probably understood.

Xia Li wasn't oblivious; it was just that her body's reaction to emotions wasn't very pronounced, or perhaps her subconscious hadn't yet developed a sense of emotions. Just as a person with a sensitive sense of taste can perceive more layers of flavor, while others can't, her emotional awareness was still in its initial stages, her feelings were simplistic, whatever the feeling... it was just a feeling, like eating something—she would say it tasted good, but wouldn't know what it was.

What a strange body.

“Although you’ve changed bodies and experienced emotions, maybe… you’re just not used to these changes yet,” Song Che explained, picking up his chopsticks as well. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it as you get more of the feeling.”

Xia Li nodded.

She picked up a piece of carrot, looked at it, and suddenly said, "Next time, when you're shy, can I get a closer look?"

Song Che choked on his rice: "...There's no need to look at this specifically!"

"Why? Because this way I'll learn faster," Xia Li said matter-of-factly.

"...Eat first!"

Tao Xiang glanced at Song Che, then at Xia Li. Although she didn't understand, she sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange. She wisely decided to bury herself in her food and not get involved in the complicated adult world.

Bruce yawned, jumped off the table, and went back to his bed to sleep. To him, the intricacies of human relationships were far less appealing than a warm bed and plenty of food.

After the meal, Song Che washed the dishes, while Xia Li wiped the table and swept the floor.

With clear division of labor and excellent teamwork.

After tidying up, it wasn't too late.

Song Che opened his books to review for the exam. Xia Li, carrying her junior high school workbook and magic potion draft paper, sat down opposite him.

After finishing a set of English reading exercises, Song Che looked up and stretched his neck, only to find Xia Li looking at him.

"how?"

"Song Che," Xia Li said, "is this... considered a typical day for a 'couple'?"

Song Che was taken aback, not expecting her to ask this suddenly. "I guess so."

He thought for a moment, "Eating together, doing housework together, studying together... that's probably how ordinary couples are."

"Oh." Xia Li lowered her head, looking at the equations in her workbook. "So, 'teasing'... is that part of a couple's daily life?"

“Uh…some couples joke around, and sometimes…there’s physical contact.” He tried to explain objectively, “but only if both parties are willing and happy. If one party is unwilling, then it’s not a joke.”

Xia Li raised her head, her blue eyes looking at him: "So before... when you wanted to touch my hair and pinch my cheek, were you happy?"

He coughed and said, "...I am quite happy."

But more than anything, I found her cute and wanted to tease her.

"Oh." Xia Li lowered her head again, this time remaining silent for an even longer time. "So today... when I used your body to touch my own face, were you... unhappy?"

Song Che: "..."

How was he supposed to answer that?

Xia Li's logic has always been sound; he was the one who was touched!

"It's not that I'm unhappy..." he finally mumbled, "It's just that it was too sudden, I wasn't prepared. Besides, it's my body after all, it feels a bit... strange."

Xia Li seemed to understand. She nodded: "Then next time, I'll ask you first."

"There's going to be a next time?!" Song Che's voice rose a little. "And you're asking me first?"

It's like someone telling you before they kill you, "I'm going to kill you, don't fight back," you idiot!

"If there's also the possibility of body swapping," Xia Li added.

"There won't be any more!" Song Che said firmly. "Those gold coins can only be used once!"

"Oh," Xia Li responded, sounding somewhat... disappointed.

Song Che decided not to continue this dangerous topic.

He refocused on his book, but his thoughts drifted. He secretly glanced at Xia Li across from him. She was frowning as she worked on an equation.

It was very quiet and beautiful.

Is it troublesome? A little.

But it's also very interesting.

The clock on the wall points to eleven o'clock.

Song Che closed the book: "That's about it. I have an exam tomorrow, so I should go to bed early."

"Okay." Xia Li put down her pen and began to tidy up.

The two washed up and said goodnight to each other.

Before they went back to their rooms, Xia Li stood at the door of her bedroom and suddenly turned around.

"Song Che".

"Ok?"

"Goodnight," she said, and then, under Song Che's somewhat surprised gaze, she tiptoed and touched his cheek with her lips.

Instantly separate.

Just as Song Che realized what was happening and wanted to kiss her back,

Xia Li had already stepped back, her blue eyes looking at him, "You're not allowed to kiss me."

“This is also… part of a couple’s daily routine,” she explained. “It’s what the book says: a goodnight kiss.”

After saying that, she quickly turned around, pushed open the door, and slipped inside.

Song Che stood there, touching his cheek.

After a long pause, he chuckled softly and shook his head.

Well, it seems that when it comes to "learning about love," this witch's actions sometimes exceed his expectations.

It doesn't seem so bad.

He turned off the living room lights and went into his bedroom.

Outside the window, the city lights flickered on and off in the winter night.

Chapter 91 I Want You to Become Better (4k)

The next day.

After the bell rang to signal the end of the last exam, Song Che packed up his pencil case and walked out of the classroom. The tension in his heart finally eased.

In the two days leading up to the results, the school atmosphere had already shifted into holiday mode. Students in the corridors walked with a more relaxed pace, and the topics of discussion changed from homework to how to spend the Spring Festival.

Song Che didn't stay at school for long.

He wrapped his coat tighter around himself and walked home into the cold winter wind. The familiar, old-fashioned smell of the stairwell made him feel more at ease than he would have in the classroom.

As you push open the door, a faint scent of home wafts out.

The living room was quiet, with only the scratching sound of a pen nib gliding across paper.

Xia Li sat at the table—which had now become her regular study corner.

A middle school workbook lay open in front of her, with scrap paper scattered around, filled with her drawings. She sat upright, one hand pressing down on the edge of the workbook, the other holding a pen, moving it across a line of equations.

Song Che quietly changed his shoes, put his backpack against the wall, and walked behind her.

She didn't say a word, just watched quietly. She was quite focused and didn't even notice that someone was behind her. Her sense of vigilance as a princess was fading as she ate.

She is writing down the questions.

It is a quadratic equation in one variable.

Xia Li listed the steps very clearly, starting with rearranging terms, then reducing coefficients, and then solving a series of problems.

The pen paused at "b2-4ac" for a moment. She frowned, glanced down at the memo paper next to her filled with formulas, and continued writing. She suspected that there was something wrong with her memory and that she couldn't solve this problem.

After spending a long time taking square roots, I finally got two solutions, which I neatly wrote in the spaces “x1=, x2=".

After finishing this problem, she turned the page. The next page contained ten practice problems of the same type of equations, but they were problems she had already solved. Song Che glanced at them; the first nine were all checked off, except for the last one, which had a small red circle drawn next to it, with the steps corrected. Xia Li could study these again and be ready for the high school entrance exam.

One out of ten questions was wrong.

Two weeks ago, Song Che wouldn't have dared to imagine such an accuracy rate.

Back then, Xia Li would hesitate for a few seconds, counting on her fingers, when faced with 3+5.

Now, she can derive the formulas herself.

Xia Li seemed unaware that someone was behind her.

She started working on a new page of exercises, not very fast, but her accuracy was decent. When she got to the third question, she suddenly stopped and tapped her chin with her pen.

Song Che watched that action and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. He did do that when he was thinking, but he usually bit the pen cap.

He didn't disturb her and turned to go to his room.

Take a notebook out of the drawer.

This isn't the kind you use for taking class notes; it's thicker, and the cover has no labels, so it's for other purposes.

I opened the notebook; inside were things I had written down during this period.

The handwriting was much messier than the classroom notes, with many corrections, many X's and √'s, and some pages had materials pasted from the internet.

At the top of the first page, written in bold: "Resolve Xia Li..." followed by two more words: "Identity."

The following are several points:

1. Fabricating past experiences, such as where you lived, what you did, and that you didn't know anyone else.

2. The orphanage received them. The main question is about the orphanage where Tao Xiang was. She secretly ran away from there, and they stopped looking for her. Did Tao Yao use illusion magic to escape?