My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 15 An Approachable Big Sister

"Xia Li, Xia Li, what's wrong?" Song Che waved his finger in front of her eyes. "Your Highness, which one do you like? Let's buy it and go quickly."

"..."

Xia Li shifted her gaze from the small clothes to the broom on the stroller. "...I don't like any of them."

She carefully compared these intimate garments with her own to see how they differed. They were decorated with bows and lace, and the fabric was of good quality, but there was simply too little fabric. Xia Li couldn't accept it. As a princess, such clothing was inappropriate for her status. Moreover, she searched for a long time but couldn't find the bra strap. Could a chest be supported without a bra strap?

Song Che glanced at Xia Li, who was looking down. The tips of her ears beneath her silver hair were slightly red. He thought for a moment that most women in the Kingdom of Hit were conservative, and only nobles wore more indecent clothing when they were playing with others. Xia Li certainly hadn't seen this. She was either immersed in the potion laboratory or researching how to attack the Forbidden Kingdom, and even her undergarments were soft armor or something similar.

She didn't care about her own underwear, but she had heard that girls should wash and change their underwear frequently. Xia Li couldn't possibly have two pairs of underwear in her pocket when she transmigrated and happened to encounter cold weather.

Song Che's gaze fell on a set of light purple innerwear, preparing to check the size, buy it, and run away.

As the two hesitated, the saleswoman appeared behind Song Che like a ghost, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Young man, you haven't found anything suitable, have you?"

"Um?"

Song Che frowned and subconsciously took two steps back.

How come it's still you?

"I also sell the innerwear; do you need any advice?"

The sales assistant pulled out a daring lace-trimmed garment from somewhere and asked, "Do you like this style?"

The little outfit was a set of tops and bottoms, made of light yellow ice silk, which looked and felt soft. Upon closer inspection, there was a bow. All these years, Song Che had never known what the purpose of the bow was.

No, I held it too close; I didn't get a proper close look at the teeth.

The sales assistant moved the small clothes closer together and asked again, "Sir, do you like this kind?"

"I...I..."

Holy crap...

Song Che didn't know whether to say he liked her or not, but to be honest, he did feel pretty good about her. However, men... are just so hypocritical. He couldn't say it in public.

"Sir, why is your face so red?"

The sales assistant was surprised. She placed the inner layer in front of Xia Li and compared its position. "Take a look for yourself. I think it suits you quite well. You have a good figure, young lady. Tell me your measurements and I'll get you a suitable one."

Xia Limin curled her toes tightly in her slippers, turned her face to the side, and revealed that the tips of her ears under her silver hair were red as blood.

...Being watched...it feels so strange. Why isn't Song Che leaving yet?

The sales assistant belatedly realized that she had manipulated two naive young boys, and that a few words from her had already instilled shame in them.

The sales assistant coaxed her gently, but didn't hold back with her words, "It's just a small top, not much different from an outer garment. Since you both like it, how about this one?"

Besides, only people with impure thoughts blush. You two are such impure little things. I remember No. 1 Middle School doesn't allow early dating, right?

"Of all the clothes we've sold, you two have the reddest faces."

After saying that, she asked again, "Young lady, what are your measurements? I can get it for you if you like."

Xia Li turned her gaze to Song Che, her peach lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak.

The sales assistant understood and looked at Song Che with a hint of disdain, "Alright, sir, you decide."

"...Okay, take two sets." Song Che said curtly, "The color should be purple."

"Okay, but purple is a bit too mature. I'll pick out two light purple ones for you."

Don't say anything that could be misunderstood. I'm helping Xia Li, not me!

Song Che felt a little hot; it would be so inappropriate for others to hear these words. Their relationship was completely innocent; he had a clear conscience and no ulterior motives. But how could he remain innocent after saying this?

The sales assistant ignored Song Che's feigned innocence and continued to ask, "What are your measurements?"

"..."

"..."

"Didn't you measure it?" The sales assistant walked to the counter in her high heels, bent down and took out a measuring tape. "Here, measure it. Remember today's measurement next time you buy."

The sales assistant was skilled; she pulled the measuring tape, wrapped it around a few times, glanced at the numbers on the tape, and then leaned down to whisper three numbers in Xia Li's ear.

After saying that, she put the measuring tape back, smiling, "Little girl, you're developing well. Remember your measurements, and be sure not to tell your boyfriend. I've been there, so listen to me, you won't go wrong."

She strode off to get the clothes that fit, leaving Xia Li stiff. She felt strange after being touched a few times; she clearly hadn't felt anything when she was touched.

I can't figure it out.

The sales assistant packed the light purple clothes into a shopping cart, and Song Che immediately pushed the cart toward the exit. Next time, he would definitely shop online; mature older women were too scary.

"Please be mindful of hygiene, sir."

Song Che stumbled and almost fell. "...I understand."

Watching Song Che's flustered back, the saleswoman covered her mouth and chuckled. Her bad mood at work improved by half. In this day and age, she could actually see a wild little chef.

……

The winter sun is a liar; anyone who is deceived will be slapped twice by the cold wind. If they don't learn their lesson, they'll be slapped twice more. Song Che had already learned his lesson, but he still got slapped.

It's freezing cold. When did Nanhui get so cold?

Song Che's nose was red and his cheeks were sore. He stood by the zebra crossing, carrying two supermarket bags in his hands. Xia Li was tightly hugging a broom when she sneezed.

"...Aren't we going to keep going? I remember my house is in the alley across the street."

Xia Li pointed across the street, her fingertips turning white and her fingers trembling slightly.

"Wait for the traffic light." Song Che breathed out, "Red light means stop, green light means go, and yellow light means wait. It's red now, cars go first."

"……oh."

Xia Li stared at the group of young people who had run a red light, blinked, and asked, "Why didn't they wait?"

"You must be in a hurry, or just too lazy to wait." Song Che glanced around and recognized one of them. "Not waiting at traffic lights is dangerous. If you encounter someone with a temper, they'll send you straight to another world."

Song Che looked more closely and the more he looked, the more something seemed wrong. Among the people who ran the red light, one of them had a label on his head.

"die"

The important thing is, the person with this label is my deskmate!

"Jiang Shuo!"

"arrive!"

On the zebra crossing, a boy in a school uniform and wearing thick glasses stood at attention.

"You fucking come here right now!"

Jiang Shuo turned around, adjusted his glasses, and after recognizing him for a couple of seconds, smiled. "Brother. What a coincidence, you're crossing the street too."

Song Che breathed a sigh of relief after watching the label above his head slowly disappear and turn into "Sub-health - Senior High School Syndrome".

"With so many cars around, are you out of your mind?"

"Hehe, I'm in a hurry to go across the street to buy a cake, it's my sister's birthday today."

Jiang Shuo pointed to a cake shop across the street, whose sign read "Haodaolai Cake Shop".

He clearly didn't realize the danger of running a red light, pointing to the other side and saying, "Look, those guys who ran the red light with me crossed a long time ago and nothing happened. If I go now, I should be just in time to get to the cake shop."

Following Jiang Shuo's gaze, the two who had crossed the red light together were already standing on the other side of the road, one still on the phone and the other playing on his phone.

Jiang Shuo had just finished speaking.

boom!

A loud bang.

The cake shop's signboard crashed to the ground, twisting and deforming. A passing teddy bear was smashed into a two-dimensional teddy bear. The ground was quickly stained red with blood. The teddy bear's owner stood there, clearly stunned.

This is Haodaolai Cake Shop...is it Haodaolai?