The backyard of the Sisters of Tomes is a vast acre of wooded groves, planted with elm, cypress and pine trees, overlooking the sparkling River Clyde.

Shirley, dressed as a nun, strolled through the woods, her whole body was tightly wrapped, and even her slender ponytail was hidden under her turban.

Thin fragments of light shined through the gaps in the leaves, spilling on the ground, and the girl stepped on the spots all the way, occasionally bending down to hook up large patches of moss with her fork, and throwing them into the wicker basket behind her.

The Sisters of Tomys are just a small monastery and located in a small town in the middle of nowhere, where donations occur occasionally, and their main source of income is the production of land and the weaving and sale of linen products.

But this summer's floods have made it impossible to count on the grain produced by the land, and linen products have become the top priority.

Mosses and lichens, ancient rock plants, produce cheap dyes such as green, orange and yellow to dye flax and cloth.

At this time, Shirley's job is to find moss in the woods. Not far away, there stood a preparatory nun named Theresia, whose job was also to pick moss.

The scum was just in this humid and stuffy environment, she was already sweating and soaking all over.

Teresia rested against the trunk of the tree, raised her right arm to wipe the sweat from her face, and panted, "No, Shirley, I'm dying of heat...... I'd love to jump into the River Clyde and take a bath. ”

"Theresia, Sister Talia will definitely come and check on our work in a moment." Shirley reminded in a whisper: "If she finds out that you secretly ran to bathe in the river, she will definitely punish you for kneeling in front of the Holy Sacrament all night." Theresia had suffered this kind of punishment, and she still had palpitations, so she just said that it was impossible to really take a bath, but she still couldn't stop complaining: "On such a hot day, and let us wrap us so tightly, I really don't know what to be afraid of, the nun wears less clothes, can she lose a piece of meat, or can she lose arms and legs?" The more Zatresia spoke, the more energetic she became, and finally her eyes lit up and she said, "If you want me to say that we should learn from the Eve of the Bible, we should simply work in this courtyard without clothes." Shirley smiled dumbly,

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's getting more and more outrageous. ”

"Am I saying something wrong?" Teresia's own face turned red, but she still said with joy: "We have no men in this nun society, and in the words of Mama Labetti...... 'every mosquito that flies in is a female mosquito'. Everyone is a woman, and what does it matter if they are naked to each other! Teresia put her hands on her chest and squeezed her hands up: scum

"Who is not two dough children, what is there to be shy about? If I were the dean's mother, I would immediately ask all the nuns to take off their clothes and work...... How refreshing and neat. Shirley was thin-skinned, and after listening to it with a red face, she didn't say anything, just lowered her head and continued to look for moss.

Teresia looked at the busy Shirley, and sighed slightly: "I told you the first day you came back, run quickly, you didn't listen, now it's okay, you will be locked in the room at night when you sleep." You still have to work during the day, and people are even watching you, so you can't run away if you want to...... Why bother! ”

"It's okay, someone will pick me up." Shirley didn't care, picked up another piece of moss and threw it in the back basket.

"Your Rove, huh?" Tricia said with a smile. Slag Shirley raised her head and looked at Trisia helplessly, and the nun hurriedly changed her words with a grin: "My fault, my fault, there is no qualifier...... It's your friend Rove. ”

"But Shirley, we're a convent here, and men are not allowed to enter, even if your Rove is about the same age as us, Abbot Agatha won't let him in." Shirley smiled: "Don't worry about this, Rove must have his own way." Theresia, who had grown up in the abbey since she was a child and had hardly ever gone out, looked at Shirley with an expectant smile on her face, and was a little envious.

She walked up, gently grabbed Shirley's arm, put it close to the girl's ear, and whispered, "Shirley, there are no other nuns here, you tell me the truth...... Do you have ...... Holding hands and kissing? What does it really feel like for a scum to kiss a boy? A barrage of questions about men and women made Shirley's face flush.

Tricia looked at the blush on the girl's face and sighed, looking from head to toe at the childhood playmate.

Shirley has been beautiful since she was a child, but growing up in a nuns' convent is inevitably malnourished. But it has only been three years since she went to Hogwarts, and she is no longer as weak as she was back then, but more and more beautiful.

Teresia took Shirley's hand and began to talk again, "You really haven't kissed before?" How could that guy named Rove hold back? If I weren't a girl, I would have done something to you, bathing you every night and smearing your whole body with hara. Shirley was annoyed, glanced at her open-mouthed friend and said, "You talk nonsense again!" Theresia grimaced,

"It's really no joke, who is a nun and who is a witch?" Shirley was about to scratch Teresia's armpit when she suddenly whispered, "Mama Labetti is here." Theresia quickly let go of Shirley and continued to pick up the moss as she disguised.

Labetti walked over, not paying attention to the obvious lazy behavior of the two of them just now, but said in a hurried voice: "Shirley, a guest has just arrived, staying in your room, she wants to see you, let you be a tour guide, and accompany her to visit our convent." Scum, come with me to see her now, remember to have a good attitude, and pick up good words, she has donated a lot of pounds to us! Shirley nodded expressionlessly, put down the basket, and followed Labetti away.

They walked through the courtyard, down the stairs, to the second floor, and when they were about to enter the room, Rabeti grabbed Shirley again, and said solemnly: "The dean's grandmother asked me to tell you, don't talk about your school or anything like that in front of outsiders, you know?" Shirley nodded, and walked briskly into the room, stunned when she saw the young woman and the box on the table.

Love turned around, glanced at Shirley, and forced a smile: "Mama Labetti, you can go back first, just have this little girl and accompany me." "Slag

"Miss Scamander, call me if you have something." Labetti turned to leave. Love walked to the door, glanced out, and then stepped back, locked the door, she looked at the girl who was stunned, and smiled: "Why, I haven't seen you for a month, so I'm stupid?" Shirley looked at the young woman with strange eyes and asked tentatively, "Rove?" ”

"It's me." Rove smiled kindly, and said in a warm voice, "Shirley, long time no see." The girl looked at the young woman, her lips moved slightly, and she couldn't say the right words, and finally she had to cry and laugh: "You took the compound decoction?" Zarov snorted and said proudly, "With Margaery's hair, this is the only way to infiltrate your nurs' order." Shirley blinked and said, "You look so weird." ”

"You're dressed strangely, too." Rove looked at the white beep robe on the girl's body and smiled, "The witch has become a nun?" ”

"Isn't it ugly?" Shirley's fingers gently twisted the corners of the cuffs, and she was a little cramped for a while. If she had known that Rove would be coming today, she would have changed her clothes and gone to the shower at the risk of being punished by her grandmother, unlike now, which is covered in mud and sweat, and she is very embarrassed.

"No, it's pretty, Shirley." The boy smiled, "I like your dress as a nun, but ......" The girl raised her face and asked, "But what?" Zaroff held out his hand, but Shirley didn't dodge, allowing the boy to untie the nun's headscarf on his head.

Rove put Shirley's beautiful ponytail around her shoulders and hung it on the girl's chest, and helped her stroke the soft hair around her ears, and laughed softly, "It's better looking." The soft and tender earlobes of the ponytail girl were deliberately rubbed by the young man with his fingers, and a touch of peach instantly appeared, almost dripping water.

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