Evil Witch Saves the World

"Wake up, dear daughter. The sun is high in the sky already."

Another morning had arrived. As usual, White Xuerou was the first to wake up. Opening her eyes, she found a white-haired beautiful girl clinging to her like an octopus, holding on tightly. She couldn't help but adore seeing her daughter like this.

However, despite her affection, maintaining healthy habits was important. Early to bed and early to rise was essential for good health.

She leaned close to her daughter's soft ear and whispered softly, while her hand, as if to prove the sun was indeed high, gave White An'an's little bottom a gentle pat.

"Mmm...!"

White An'an, who had been deep in sleep just moments ago, suddenly opened her eyes. Her face flushed crimson, as if she had just been startled awake from a wonderful dream.

Soon, she saw White Xuerou's smiling face before her and understood what had happened.

This mischievous woman was using strange wake-up methods again, verbally teasing her daughter while physically disturbing her as well.

It always happened that just when she was about to marry Gu Xue in her dreams, the bride would suddenly transform into White Xuerou—quite frightening.

Yet strangely, she couldn't bring herself to complain about White Xuerou's disrespectful behavior toward her daughter.

Setting aside whether White Xuerou would get angry, even if White Xuerou treated her like a drum, it wouldn't be an issue. After all, she was the daughter, and a mother could do whatever she wanted with her daughter—especially a witch mother.

"I must say... could you get off me now, daughter? Although I love having you cling to me like this, staying this way is becoming a bit troublesome."

While White An'an was lost in thought, White Xuerou suddenly spoke with a helpless expression. Using her only free hand—the same one that had just patted her daughter—she pulled back the blanket, revealing a scene that made White An'an's blood rush.

This instantly woke White An'an completely.

"Why... why aren't you wearing clothes?! Normal clothes would be one thing, but not even underwear... Huh?"

White An'an cried out with a reddened face. To avoid looking, she instinctively lowered her head, only to be met with another bare sight.

"Why am I not wearing anything either?!"

White An'an exclaimed in shock, her entire face turning crimson. She clearly remembered that ever since her body had changed to its current unfamiliar form, she had always slept fully clothed. The reason was simple: she would inexplicably blush at her own body.

Because of this, whenever White Xuerou bathed her, she always kept her eyes closed.

"Pfft..."

Seeing her daughter's adorable reaction, White Xuerou, who had been holding back her laughter, finally let a chuckle escape. This laugh immediately made White An'an realize who the culprit was.

Now she understood—she was naked, which meant White Xuerou must have removed all her clothes while she was sleeping, knowing full well that she would cling to her during sleep.@@novelbin@@

This meant she and White Xuerou had been completely exposed to each other all night long, and even that pat just now had been without any barrier.

Thinking about this, White An'an covered her eyes with her hands, her entire body steaming with embarrassment.

For ordinary girls, this might not be a big deal, but in her previous life, she had been a man! How could she possibly endure this...

Moreover, White An'an couldn't understand why White Xuerou always enjoyed such explicit behavior with her. Could it be that witches were more interested in the same sex?

Recalling how White Xuerou liked to watch those romantic movies about girls with her every night, White An'an couldn't help but wonder.

But she was her daughter, after all. A mother couldn't possibly have such thoughts about her daughter, right?

"Alright, alright, now hurry and get dressed for breakfast."

While White An'an was lost in her wild thoughts, White Xuerou had somehow already changed into a white shirt and black trousers. She tossed a cloud-like Lolita dress to her daughter—white with black accents, bearing the label "Angelic Pretty"—before preparing to leave the room.

"You'll have to eat breakfast alone today. Yan and I have some urgent matters to attend to."

With that, White Xuerou left the room, leaving White An'an alone.

After several days of White Xuerou's instruction, White An'an had learned how to put on seemingly complex outfits like Lolita dresses. This particular one was even simpler, consisting of just a top and skirt, much easier than a princess dress. In no time, White An'an was dressed, with her headpiece on and doll in hand, leaving the room.

Arriving downstairs, White An'an found warm milk and bread on the dining table, but no one was around. It seemed White Xuerou had indeed gone out with the maid today.

This was the first time White An'an had seen Sister Yan go out, and she felt a bit uncomfortable, unconsciously hugging the doll in her arms tighter.

At this moment, White An'an's demeanor, appearance, and habits were completely different from the black-haired, red-eyed little girl from the orphanage. As long as she didn't speak and reveal her lack of knowledge, she was indistinguishable from a noble young lady.

"It feels strange today, with no one around... just me in this big house..."

Instead of eating breakfast immediately, White An'an went upstairs and looked out at the forest through the corridor window.

"Come to think of it, haven't I been here for over a year without going outside?"

With the greatest threat in her life temporarily absent, White An'an suddenly realized during this rare moment of solitude.

Since leaving the orphanage, she had been living in this mansion, leading what appeared to be a pampered life. Now she felt like a wealthy housewife waiting by the window for her lover's return after they had gone out.

Usually at times like this, Sister Yan would tell her stories, but today she was alone.

No chance to get White Xuerou's phone, and no one to talk to.

"I remember when Sister Yan first showed me around, she took me through the entire house..."

White An'an thought as she walked through the mansion, and just as this thought crossed her mind, her gaze fell upon the door at the end of the corridor.

Looking at the dark, tightly closed door at the end, White An'an's curiosity was piqued. She wondered what a witch like White Xuerou might have that couldn't be seen by others.

Perhaps behind it was the father she had never met?

After all, in movies and anime, there were always stories of witches stealing married men, giving birth to their children, then keeping the child while imprisoning the man somewhere.

"It's just me today, so it should be fine, right?"

White An'an swallowed nervously, thinking to herself.

By now, she had already reached the door and placed her hand on the handle.

When had she arrived there? White An'an wasn't sure. She only knew that whatever was on the other side of this door seemed to be drawing her in...

What could be inside? Despite feeling some apprehension, her curiosity won out. She approached the door and grasped the handle with both hands. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked.

Peering through the gap, White An'an carefully examined the interior.

The room was dim because the curtains were tightly drawn, but there were no strange decorations. It appeared to be a perfectly normal room, with a bed, dressing table, wardrobe, and other typical furniture.

However, these furnishings emitted an ancient aura, almost making White An'an believe they were hundreds of years old.

To dispel the musty smell, White An'an opened the tightly closed curtains and the window.

"Phew... that's much better."

White An'an wiped her forehead and then turned to observe the ordinary room again, but as soon as she turned around, she noticed that the previously unremarkable room now seemed different...

Most notably, there was a photograph hanging above the bed.

The photo showed two young women. One was the mansion's owner, White Xuerou, looking very young. What stunned White An'an was the other person.

The other girl had snow-white hair, eyes as deep and quiet as the sea, and a face of otherworldly beauty. She wore a sweet smile and was patting White Xuerou's head. She looked just like... White An'an.

"Is this... another me?"