My wife is a witch princess.

Xia Li was simple-minded and stubborn; on a whim, she wanted to see him blush.

He won't be shy about touching a leg.

Xia Li glanced at Song Che a few times and found that Song Che's reaction was not quite what she expected. His hands were well-behaved and did not take any further steps. He just squeezed and rubbed them, as if giving a massage.

The magic mirror says that men will touch your legs and eventually trick you into going to bed with them.

Is Song Che not a man?

Xia Li didn't pull her leg back and continued watching skiing videos with Song Che. She remembered what she had seen before after watching a couple skiing together.

Xia Li has now made a judgment.

Song Che is a petty scoundrel, but he has a bottom line and principles.

As he rubbed, it suddenly turned into a massage. Song Che wasn't really interested, so he just massaged Xia Li's legs to relax her knees, since her legs were sore from walking. He figured he was just taking care of his girlfriend.

Song Che sat on a small stool watching videos, occasionally massaging Xia Li's legs, holding Xia Li's legs in his arms...it was quite warm.

Wait until summer to touch it; it's pointless to touch it now, I'm just touching my pants.

I don't feel anything with this thing.

The skiing tutorial is in its second half, and the basics have been learned pretty much.

All that's missing now is a snowfall.

Or go to a ski resort.

Like most things, the interesting part of skiing is the learning process, and also the process after you've just learned it.

The learning process is always full of ups and downs.

Stumbling and falling doesn't sound good... To be honest, it's not really good either, but difficulties are always memorable and make people miss the person they were when they encountered them.

I realized I actually have quite a bit of perseverance.

Xia Li felt comfortable being pounded by Song Che. His kneading and pinching relaxed her tense muscles. The act of touching her leg was supposed to be intimate, but it made them feel like an old married couple.

Xia Li would occasionally ask a question, and Song Che would chat about this and that. After a while, the topic circled back to [how to make Xia Li angry].

Song Che didn't want to make her angry, but Xia Li wouldn't let him, just like she had made him blush earlier.

She's just angry... What is she trying to do?

You're insane!

Song Che couldn't bring himself to say anything too harsh, but he couldn't resist Xia Li's insistence, so he decided to attack Xia Li's weak points.

When are women prone to getting angry?

Should we attack Xia Li's figure or her appearance?

Damn it, Xia Li is definitely showing off her figure and looks on purpose!

This cannot be attacked.

Xia Li withdrew her gaze and prepared to examine her body. At that moment, she felt magic flowing through her body, accompanied by anger. Her magic returned to its peak, and she even managed to summon seven or eight super-level spells at once, something she had never attempted before.

She wondered if her anger now could recreate the feeling she had back then.

Xia Li closed her eyes, trying to recall the anger churning in her chest at that time.

She couldn't get angry; with Song Che by her side, she couldn't get angry.

Xia Li thought about what had happened before.

Anger—in Hitler.

She was indeed furious that the foolish nobleman had arbitrarily mobilized the border troops, nearly causing the defenses to be breached.

But looking back now, I'm no longer angry.

She opened her eyes and looked at Song Che.

Song Che was rummaging through his shopping bag, pulling out a bag of peanuts, opening it, and popping a few into his mouth. Noticing her gaze, he turned his head: "What now?"

"I'm reminiscing."

"Remember what?"

“The feeling of anger,” Xia Li said. “I want to recreate that magical state from back then. Do you remember the dream we had together? I could use magic.”

Song Che swallowed the peanut in his mouth.

"...Don't believe things you dream about."

Xia Li shook her head, "But what I think about at night, I yearn for during the day."

"That's called 'what you think about during the day, you dream about at night'," Song Che corrected, handing her a handful of peanuts.

Eat something, and once you're full, you won't think about it anymore.

"...I know that phrase."

Xia Li sat on the broken sofa, looking at Song Che and Bruce beside her.

anger?

What is that?

It's peaceful, warm, and even a little... sleepy right now.

Anger is not a simple thing.

There needs to be some kind of threat of aggression, or at least injustice. But there's nothing there now. Although Song Che can be annoying at times, most of his little squabbles are just him teasing her.

She tried to imagine Song Che doing something terrible—like tearing up the book he gave her, or kicking Bruce out, or… She couldn’t think of anything. Song Che wouldn’t do those things; he wasn’t that kind of person.

Xia Li opened her eyes, feeling somewhat defeated.

"It doesn't seem like that will work."

"That's right, it's not going to work." Song Che tossed another peanut into his mouth. "No one deliberately seeks out anger. This isn't stupid... being stupid is cute too."

“But it did succeed then,” Xia Li said. “Anger made magic flow. I even maintained seven super-level spells at the same time, although it only lasted for a few seconds.”

"That was a dream," Song Che said. "How can it be the same as now?"

“It’s different,” Xia Li admitted. “But I want to know if it’s possible to actively enter that state in a safe environment.”

"Why are you practicing that?" Song Che asked, puzzled. "We don't need to fight right now."

“It’s useful,” Xia Li said. “If I master this ability to recreate magic, I can take you to live a good life.”

Song Che looked at her serious face and smiled.

The girl had told him many times that she wanted to regain her magic, but her goal was simply to live a good life. If it were him, he would definitely try to become an emperor.

King Zhou is good, King Zhou is right.

But that's just wishful thinking.

He actually felt sorry for Xia Li. Even without putting himself in her shoes, he could imagine how disappointed she must have felt. She was born for magic.

"So how do you want me to help you?" he asked. "Really, fight you?"

“You can try…” Xia Li thought for a moment, “saying something that really makes me unhappy.”

"Didn't we just try it?"

“That’s not enough.” Xia Li shook her head. “Even if you call me stupid, a bad cook, or have different hair than yours—these are minor things, and not even true… I’m not stupid. I need… a more real insult.”

Little darling Xia Li, it's dangerous for you to talk like that.

Song Che frowned. "Why would I really offend you?"

"In order to live a better life."

"So you're really angry, and then you lose your magic? Aren't I doomed?" Song Che looked at her. "Even if you really have magic, what if you anger someone and they tear the house down with a spell? Where will we live then?"

"I won't demolish the house," Xia Li said. "I'll control my strength."

"That won't do either." Song Che stood up and put the bag of peanuts on the coffee table. It was not a good thing to make Xia Li angry. Song Che should at least think about how to appease her before making her angry.

"Why?" Xia Li pressed.

"because……"

Because your brain is a complete idiot's mouth and teeth!

Xia Li was still waiting for his answer; no matter how you looked at it, he was just a fool.

Emotions can't be rushed. Xia Li is only just starting out with these things, and being too eager to achieve results could backfire, especially since she wants to transform anger into magic.

Aside from Super Saiyans, Song Che had never seen anything like it.

Or it could be the kind of thing where you shout out "courage" or "bond" and suddenly you're on a winning streak.

Song Che sighed and sat back down on the small stool.

"Let's take an example. Suppose you're extremely hungry right now, so hungry that your stomach is practically sticking to your back. If I give you a bowl of noodles, wouldn't you find it incredibly delicious?"

"Yes." Xia Li nodded.

"But if I gave you a Manchu Han Imperial Feast and let you eat it for three days in a row, then let you go hungry for one meal, and then gave you the same bowl of noodles, wouldn't you think it tastes even better?"

Xia Li thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

“Anger is the same,” Song Che said. “You’re usually too…too calm. Nothing really can really provoke you. So when a little spark occasionally appears, you find it novel and even want to study it. But if someone really annoys you every day, making you extremely annoyed, then anger is a different story—you’ll just want it to disappear and won’t want to study it at all.”

Xia Li listened quietly.

That sounds... kind of reasonable.

"Therefore, you have to be in a safe environment and slowly tease it with small things to really appreciate it. When you really need it to save your life, it won't be so obedient to come out and let you study it."

“Then I…” she said slowly, “will I never be able to master magic?”

“Not necessarily,” Song Che said, “but you probably can’t use anger as a switch. You have to find something else…something more controllable.”

"for example?"

“For example…” Song Che scratched his head, “For example, focus? When you were learning computers, did your magic change when you were completely absorbed in that state?”

Xia Li thought back for a moment.

"No."