My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 4 Xia Li is a Big Belief Ball

Xia Li was certain that if she were given fish, she could hold out for two hours before fainting. If it was made by Song Che, she could eat one more fish and then faint immediately.

Everyone says that eating fish can be addictive, but she eats it every day and doesn't seem to be addicted.

Song Che helped her to a chair.

Xia Li's body stiffened slightly, but she did not resist. She just pursed her lips, her blue eyes fixed on his movements.

Song Che pulled up her trouser leg, and Xia Li's calves tensed slightly.

Her calves were straight and shapely, with smooth skin; beneath the ripped stockings, her white legs and the texture of her skin created a striking contrast.

Excellent, excellent!

Okay, let's stop here. This is the first time I've gotten this close to the witch's legs.

Maintaining a calm mindset, Song Che pulled down the stockings and quickly discovered the scab-covered area. His calf was abraded, the wound was just a broken skin, but the scab was as big as half an egg. Any vigorous movement would tear the wound open.

Especially when the stockings and the scab are stuck together, they can't be peeled off.

"Don't move around here."

Song Che turned and went to the bedroom. On the bedside table were alcohol, cold medicine, disinfectant, toilet paper, and a trash can.

He lives alone and usually relies on himself for most illnesses, so he has a full range of medications, including gauze and some basic medical supplies.

Xia Li is not a weak person. A mere scrape on her calf would not cause her so much pain that she could not walk steadily. Her knee and thigh must also be injured.

Song Che had no idea what this witch princess had done after transmigrating. Could it be that she really hit a policeman on the head with a wooden stick and got shot?

She would have died if she had been shot once.

Song Che pondered briefly before reaching a conclusion.

This witch princess liked to fly around on a broom. After transmigrating, the broom looked around and felt lost, not knowing where it was. So it wanted to fly up to see its general location. The take-off point might be the roof of a small building or a tree.

Yeah, the takeoff failed... it was a bit reckless.

It's not her fault, just laugh it off.

Song Che took the gauze and scissors with him, put the disinfectant in his pocket, thought for a moment, and then found a rope from another cabinet.

He walked out of the bedroom, and Xia Li was staring blankly at the chandelier, a small hammer resting on her hand, seemingly ready to be used.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned her gaze back, and suddenly her vision went black.

"Song Che, where are you?"

"It's right on your face."

Xia Li raised her hand and touched her face, her tone certain yet tinged with doubt, "There's nothing on my face."

Song Che sighed helplessly. Xia Li was either not obviously smart or just stupid. She was also overly fond of alchemy and potions. Even a chandelier could attract her. He wondered if letting her play on her phone would make her addicted.

Probably not. That damn anti-addiction system is practically a robbery, thoroughly investigating every kid who wants to play games.

"I think I've gone blind," Xia Li stated, her tone carrying a research-like quality. "This magic is incredibly powerful."

"Close your eyes, wait a minute, and then slowly open them."

Song Che squatted down and confiscated her tools of the crime.

Her trouser legs were rolled up, exposing half of her leg to Song Che's view.

Long, fair legs with visible wounds.

My knee is scraped, the scab has cracked open, and there is slight redness and swelling around it. I don't know if the bone is damaged.

Boringa...it won't crack, will it?

If the bellows cracks, Song Che feels that he will probably crack too, and his wallet will crack as well.

Disinfect and sterilize, cut open the gauze, and simply bandage.

Without an ID card, I can't go to a major hospital, so I can only go to a private clinic first.

"Bear with it, I'll bandage you up and then take you to the hospital."

"Hospital?"

Xia Li didn't have this concept.

"I'll take you to St. Pastor's Church to pray. Don't say anything out of line, don't bang your stick around, and don't reveal your identity. There are plenty of beds in the mental hospital next door."

"Okay, I understand. I'll just say I'm a little magician."

...You don't understand at all, Your Highness.

Xia Li had no idea that her understanding of witches in this world was that of a songstress.

"Fine, whatever, just don't tell anyone."

Song Che found the phone in the living room. It was a second-hand phone with a cracked corner on the screen. It only had basic functions and a green bubble icon. Its performance was too poor to run any games.

A medical check-up costs a lot, but Song Che can't be sure if he doesn't get checked. He watched helplessly as Xia Li broke her bones, died, and was dragged away by the Black and White Impermanence... She came back on the seventh day after her death to help him guard the house, saying she wanted to eat braised and steamed crucian carp?

If you don't give them food, they'll pull out a magic wand and hit themselves on the head?

Song Che, a grown man, actually wanted to cry; Xia Li really could do something like that.

There's nothing I can do; what can I do when I'm a model member of the new era?

With only a few dozen yuan left in his bank account, plus cash, it was still a drop in the bucket. He was struggling financially and couldn't afford much for medical treatment. He also only had one set of most of his daily necessities and clothes.

There's no other way, it's time to summon Old Deng to generate some coins.

After sending the message, he opened the Didi mini-program and called a car.

Taxis generally don't go into alleys; the pick-up point is at the intersection of the snack street.

"Does your thigh hurt?"

"A little."

Why didn't you say so earlier?

"I only know you... um, I forgot to mention that..." Xia Li nodded, seemingly confirming something. "This little injury will heal in a bit. Last time, when the dragon bit my arm through, I was fine. I just put on a band-aid and it was all better the next day."

How can these be the same?

Song Che patted his shoulder, gesturing to Xia Li, "Help me."

"Where to?" Xia Li didn't immediately reach out her hand.

I want to eat fish.

Upon hearing the word "fish," Xia Li reached out and gently grasped Song Che's shoulder, holding his pajama bottoms with one hand. Her body stiffened, and she felt a cool breeze seeping into his underwear.

...I feel a little ashamed.

Xia Li's ears flushed slightly, but she tried her best to maintain her aloof expression. She had never worn such loose pants before; it was an insult to the witch's elegance.

Song Che felt awkward. Xia Li wasn't human, but no matter what, the witch had a beautiful face and her body wasn't much different from a human's. The only flaw was that her social language system had failed to evolve.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, wanting to look but not wanting to look, but the mechanism of his brain made him imagine more and more what the witch princess looked like the more he didn't want to look.

...They said their nose was a little dry and needed to be wiped.

He helped pull up the pants by feel, folded the waistband, and then took out a rope to tie them up and fasten them around his waist.

Compared to her own waistband, Xia Li's waist could truly be described as slender and delicate.

Xia Li looked up, her tone surprisingly relaxed, "So ropes aren't for hanging after all."

So you didn't want the rope I gave you before because you thought I wanted you to hang yourself?

Song Che felt offended, both in terms of his personality and intelligence.

...You'd better not sleep too soundly at night, or I'll strangle you to death!

Seriously, Song Che was moved to tears by the intelligence of this girl who was determined to eat, smart, and sensible. Her brain circuits were definitely like a pineapple-brand single-core processor, now a little water got in... and it's leaking electricity a bit.

Beep beep—

My phone rang; it was the driver calling.

"Hello, how many customers are here?"

"Gentlemen, one of you has difficulty walking and may have to wait a while."

"Okay, I'll be there shortly."

After hanging up the phone, several missed voice messages came from the Green Bubble group.

AAA's Mom: Video call busy, no answer.

AAA's Dad: The voice line is busy and the call is not answered.

AAA's Dad: Son, save me quick! I've had a few drinks, and your mom's going to chop my head off! Damn it, whoever you are, get off that child's mother...％@#/ (Speech to text failed)

Beep beep—

An old song with a vintage feel began to play.

Song Che returned the call, "Mom, yes, the school needs to pay for materials, and there's some personal stuff too. Um, give me next month's living expenses along with it."

Ten thousand? No need, no need. Nothing happened. Okay, I'll buy myself something nice to treat myself. Everything's fine. I haven't gone anywhere unnecessarily or online. It's okay. No need to come back.

Yes, I have warm clothes to wear, I've eaten, it's not too cold at home, and I haven't been bullied by my classmates, so Mom doesn't need to worry.

How's Dad doing? Is he just kneeling on the washboard? Okay, Mom, just don't let Dad die from kneeling. And don't use the kitchen knife carelessly, just use the back of the blade at most. Okay, I have something to do here, so I'll hang up now.

"Okay, I'll be a good boy/girl, okay..."

Song Che nodded and listened quietly. The voice on the other end of the phone said it was time to hang up, but the rambling continued.

"Son, Mom will be back for the New Year. Mom misses you."

Son, do you remember Aunt Lan, our neighbor? She came to our house for the Chinese New Year this year.

Son, take care of your health while you're studying. Your mom earns a lot of money; you can get married even without going to school.

It's the same few sentences over and over again, nothing new, it's so repetitive it's sickening.

She didn't find it annoying at all.

He didn't find it annoying at all.

Song Che hadn't heard that voice in decades.

He couldn't bear to die.

After his mother had been talking for two minutes, Song Che finally spoke.

"I love you, Mom."

Song Che thought for a moment, then added, "Mom, all is well. I'll hang up now."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and remained silent. Song Che had overestimated his own maturity; in front of his mother, he still wanted to be a child.

Xia Li leaned forward, her silver hair falling with the movement, her eyes filled with pure confusion.

"...You cried."

"It's frozen."

Song Che looked at the transfer on his phone, his throat slightly choked. He had told his mother not to send so much, but his mother still sent him 10,000 yuan when she heard that he needed the money urgently. This amount of money would take his parents a long time to earn and a month to save up.

Turn off the phone screen and put it in your pocket.

"Let's go, the driver will be here soon."

Song Che spoke softly, helping Xia Li open the door and go downstairs. The motion-activated light still didn't work, and it only flickered reluctantly after he stomped on it a few times.

The alley wasn't long; it took them ten minutes to walk with Xia Li's help.

Night fell, a cool breeze blew, and there were far fewer pedestrians. Under the moonlight, the silver-haired witch looked like a jewel, her skin glowing with a gentle light. Song Che couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

Xia Li... is actually quite pretty, but she doesn't smile much, which makes her seem aloof and difficult to get along with. But the more you get to know her, the more you realize that she's actually a very open and friendly person.

At the street intersection, a taxi was quietly parked on one side.

Besides the driver, there was another person taking a nap in the passenger seat.