My wife is a witch princess

Riding steadily, number 22, is also quite good.

Song Che led Xia Li downstairs and pushed open the iron gate.

The alleyway was filled with the warmth of people, adding a touch of coziness to the winter day.

Jiang Shuo, wearing a helmet, rode a black electric scooter. Behind him was a small white electric scooter with a girl in a high school uniform and pigtails sitting on it. She looked at Song Che, revealing two dimples and clean white teeth, and said, "Hello, Brother Song Che~"

She tilted her head and looked at Xia Li, "Hello, sister."

Her voice is light and sweet, and her smile is like that of a little angel.

"Hello, Xiao Xiao." Song Che subconsciously glanced at the top of Jiang Xiao Xiao's head, the label making his gaze linger for a moment.

"Plagued by inner demons" and "Cunning"

At such a young age, how could she have inner demons?

Is this little girl cunning?

"Brother, you're much more handsome than Jiang Shuo. He can't even find a girlfriend now. I'm so ashamed of my unambitious brother." Jiang Xiaoxiao rested her chin on her hand, smiling. "Sister, you're so beautiful. Your hair is like the moon. But why aren't you smiling? Am I not cute enough?"

"...Me." Xia Li opened her mouth, feeling a little flustered by the overwhelming liveliness. Song Che wouldn't let her laugh, so Xia Li thought for a moment and decided to borrow Song Che's previous explanation—even though she actually had no idea what an elevator was.

"...When I was a child, my head got caught in an elevator."

She remained calm, believing her logic to be sound.

I got my foot caught in something, and it left me with lingering effects, so I can't laugh.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's dimples became even more pronounced. She covered her mouth and said, "Sister, you're so funny. My brother's head has been caught in an elevator twice."

Jiang Shuo: "..."

He felt wronged, but couldn't refute it. He really had been squeezed in the middle before.

"Little one! Show your brother some respect in public."

"Okay, Jiang Shuo."

"Jiang Shuo? Call me brother, haven't you always called me brother?"

Jiang Shuo felt like the sky was falling. His sister was calling someone else "brother" instead of him. Wasn't this blatant discrimination?

Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed, clutching her stomach and shrugging her shoulders. "Jiang Shuo, Jiang Shuo~ He plays galgames every day, thinking that playing a hundred of them will show how much girls like him—"

"When did you find out?"

"I guessed."

That would be a lot of fun.

Song Che gave an awkward laugh, unsure of what to say. For someone who was obsessed with his sister, being discovered by his sister about his bad habit was worse than going to the rooftop for some fresh air.

But one thing is certain.

She's definitely my younger sister.

Xia Li nudged Song Che's arm, her expression inquisitive.

What is "旮旯给木"?

"Skip the shooting game."

"If I play every day, will I really see an increase in affection level?"

What the hell are you trying to do? Have you gone astray?

"No, it's just a game. There are little characters in it, and you can unlock special CGs or something by building up your relationship with them. That's what I heard."

"...Oh." Xia Li didn't understand a single word. She just felt that if she could see the favorability rating, she wouldn't have to bother understanding who disliked her and who liked her. She could adjust her words and actions according to the favorability rating. Xia Li believed that there would come a day when everyone would like the silver-haired witch.

Jiang Shuo, standing to the side, blushed and was a little unhappy. That girl Jiang Xiaoxiao was trying to trick him into talking again, but she was his sister, so he had to put up with it no matter how unhappy he was.

He spoke weakly, "I'm begging you guys, please don't discuss 'Gala Gemu' in public anymore, it's embarrassing."

Song Che picked up the thread, "Okay, okay, let me introduce you. This is Xia Li. She doesn't talk much, but that doesn't mean she's ignoring people. She's just socially awkward and can't say much."

"...Xia Li." Jiang Shuo looked her up and down. She was obviously not from Nanhui. Her skin was like jade. She didn't have many expressions, but her eyes were simple. He could tell at a glance that she was abducted by Song Che.

Well, Song Che, you're really going down the wrong path behind your brother's back.

"She has a problem with her ankle; she can take walks, but not too far."

"...Oh, that explains why you hesitated so much about having a meal." Jiang Shuo gave an understanding look, stood up and handed the electric scooter to Song Che. "I'll ride in the smaller one, you take Xia Li with you. Here, two helmets."

Song Che took the helmet and put it on Xia Li. Her silver hair cascaded down her back through the helmet, and her blue eyes were visible through the goggles.

"Get in the car, sit in the back."

Song Che helped Xia Li adjust her position, then sat in the front seat himself. He turned around and tapped Xia Li's helmet, whispering, "If your legs feel uncomfortable in one position, tell me. Don't jump out of the car. Hold onto my shoulders while driving. Of course, it's up to you. If you feel awkward, hold onto my back... just don't suddenly pinch my waist."

"OK."

We're... a bit too close.

Xia Li's heart raced slightly, and her slender fingers hovered in the air, ultimately not gripping Song Che's shoulders tightly, but simply placing them lightly on them.

Song Che tried out the electric scooter. Having not ridden one for many years, and with a sick person in tow, he was inevitably a little nervous. Xia Li was also nervous; she had no idea how this two-wheeled vehicle could move. However, the seat was soft, much more comfortable than her hard, always-wobbling magic broom.

"Jiang Shuo, lead the way."

"...We just went there last week, didn't you forget?"

"When I went last time..."

The last time I went there was a lifetime ago.

Does this count as bullying the elderly?

"I forgot." Song Che pulled down the visor of his helmet. "You lead the way, but take it easy."

Song Che suddenly remembered himself back then, wanting to challenge everything. He wasn't a good boy; he was quite naughty back then. He enjoyed the scared complaints of the passenger on the back while riding a bike, and he enjoyed the thrill of courting death. But now, he just wants to ride slowly. If his past self knew, he would definitely say, "You've become a coward, you old man."

Jiang Shuo didn't say much and rode ahead to lead the way. Jiang Xiaoxiao put her hands in his arms to warm them, but Jiang Shuo kept braking and accelerating. He didn't stop even after being punched by Jiang Xiaoxiao several times. Instead, he became even more excited and smug.

Xia Li tilted her head to look at Jiang Xiaoxiao, then looked at her own fingers. Her fingertips were red and painfully cold, but after several attempts, she couldn't bring herself to put her hand into Song Che's arms.

Song Che rode very steadily, and Xia Li didn't feel any bumps at all, unlike Jiang Xiaoxiao who was shaken so much that she covered her head, cursing and swearing, with an expression that said, "I'll kill you as soon as I get off the bike."

Why is Song Che riding so steadily?

She felt a vague sense of loss... but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

The cold wind was still slapping everyone equally. Even though they were riding slowly, the slaps were real. Xia Li shrank back, her fingers landing on Song Che's shoulder blade. She hid behind him, her soft silver hair dancing in the air, outlining the shape of the wind.

...Riding steadily is also quite good.

The world was bitterly cold, and the crowds were fleeting. Only Song Che's back remained warm. Feeling the warmth under her fingertips, Xia Li completely relaxed her hands on his back. Her blue eyes were filled with laughter, carrying a hint of liveliness and a touch of sunflower-like silliness.

The cold wind gradually subsided, silver hair fell back onto her shoulders, her hands left her back, and her smile ended in her blue eyes.

Jiang Shuo stopped the car, took off his helmet, and looked back at the two of them.

"We've arrived. This is a place where people live in all four seasons, and it's like spring all year round."