Rov and Shirley have been separated for a long time, and when they meet again, there are many things to talk about. But staying in the room all the time, with the door closed, could easily arouse the suspicion of the other nuns.

And Rove had to stay in this monastery for a few days, a long night, and some time for in-depth communication, so there was no need to rush this time.

So, they quickly walked out of the room and wandered around the Tormes Sisterhood. Inside the monastery, there are three distinct buildings, one is the Grand Seminary, where the nuns live; the other is the church, a place of prayer on weekdays; There is also a cemetery where dead nuns are buried.

Under Shirley's leadership, the boy went deep into the monastery, and only then did he feel what it was called

"Female" Order. There were nuns everywhere, not a single man, who were dressed in the same costume, half-covering their faces, looking like replicas.

That's the real thing

"Face blindness". But Rove still found a blind spot, although the nuns dress in the same style, the color is not the same.

Some nuns wore black robes with white scarves over their faces, while others wore white robes.

Growing up here, Shirley naturally explains: "Prospective nuns and beginner nuns wear white serge robes, and only after they have gone through practice and vows and become official nuns will they change into black robes. Rove bowed his head slightly, he looked at the nuns passing by, and commented: "The black nun robe is better, there is a very special sense of mystery." "Although I want to be pretty and filial, but the ascetic style of the black nun's robe is more attractive, and if it is paired with black silk with lace, it will be a lore.

Shirley glanced at the boy thoughtfully, and suddenly whispered: "Rove, I have a black nun's robe there......" The ponytail girl wanted to say that she would go back and change it to him, but when she saw the young man looking at her stupidly, a touch of shyness appeared on her face, and she temporarily changed her words: "Rove, if you like it, you can change it yourself!" Rove thought Shirley was going to wear it, but when he heard her words, he pulled the corners of his mouth in disappointment and said, "I like to see others wear it, it doesn't mean I want to wear it." ”

"Do you wear it once, let me see it...... Just once. Shirley reached out and grabbed Rove's sleeve, shook it coquettishly, and smiled brightly, "I won't tell anyone...... Including Hermione! Seeing Shirley's expectant playful expression, Rove raised his hand and gently poked her forehead, bargaining: "."

"You wear it for me first...... I'll wear it for you, how about it? Fairness and justice. The ponytail girl looked at Rove's hot eyes, and saw that he didn't seem to be joking, so she bit her lip lightly, expecting and a little shy, and said, "Okay...... Deal! Both felt that they were not at a loss, and could not wait for the night to fall, and they walked all the way to the banks of the River Clyde.

The river has a section of the river that runs through the monastery and is surrounded by a wall. Shirley and Rove walked slowly down the riverside road, the ground was very flat, paved with large chunks of cyan stone.

When they passed a section of the river that was shaded by dense vegetation, they walked over and sat down by the river to rest.

Yan Xueli reached out and took a handful of cool river water, and gently washed her face, her movements were very gentle. Rove was a little more rugged, pouting his ass and lying on the ground, sinking his whole head into the river, and finally suddenly raising his head and exclaiming in pain.

"Isn't the water cold?" Shirley took out a tissue from her pocket, handed it to Rove, and said softly: "When we were children, we didn't have a place to relieve the heat, so we would sneak here to take a bath, and when Mama found out, we wouldn't give dinner." Another time I fell into the water and almost drowned, but suddenly the magic rioted and flew up from the river. The grandmothers thought it was a manifestation of Christ, and I thought so at the time, but I later learned that I was a witch. Rove sat next to Shirley, quietly listening to her tell stories about his childhood, occasionally interjecting to ask for details.

As the sun slowly set, the bells of prayer in the distant church slowly spread through the monastery and then disappeared.

At dusk, the whole monastery seemed to fall asleep. Rove and Shirley sat side by side in the shade of the trees, quietly listening to the sound of the creek, the wind rustling through the leaves, and the insects flapping their wings on the grass.

Shirley looked at the reflection of the boy in the river, and suddenly said, "Rove, it's time for your compound potion." Rove touched his face, he could feel the changes in his body, he was returning to his original appearance, he hummed and said, "It's okay, I have set up a magic not far away, no nun will be able to get close to this side, and when it is time to leave, take the compound decoction." Shirley turned her head and looked at Rove's familiar face, the breeze on the river, gently blowing the girl's ponytail, she suddenly reached out, pulled out a strand of red hair, handed it to the boy, and said seriously: "Dirty."

"Rove, next time you need to use the compound decoction to become a girl, you can use my hair." Rove took the strand of burgundy hair and placed it in the palm of his hand, he sniffed it lightly, and reassured, "I remember." Shirley smiled with satisfaction, took off her shoes and socks, and lowered her feet into the cool water of the river, rocking gently.

The ponytailed girl suddenly had a mischievous mind, and picked up the river with her feet, and the droplets of water fell on the boy, making him wet.

Shirley giggled with a smile in her eyes, but Rove was not a vegetarian either, so he saw the right moment and reached out sharply to grab the girl's restless feet.

Shirley was shocked, she still wanted to struggle, but Rove had already held her ankle firmly with her hand and smiled smugly.

The feet of the ponytail girl are beautiful, with slender toes, soft color, neatly arranged like agate, the color of the nails is comparable to that of pale red shells found on the seashore, and the heels are rounded like pearls.

Rove held a pair of small and delicate jade feet in his hands, and his hands were as smooth as jade, and under the sun, his fair skin shimmered with a crystal clear luster.

Shirley's breathing began to rapid, especially when she felt the boy's hands, holding the instep of her feet, her fingers rubbing her toes, her whole body trembling.

The ponytail girl wanted to pull her feet back, but the whole person seemed to lose her strength in an instant, and she could no longer pull out the feet that no one had touched before except herself, from the boy's arms.

Shirley braced her body with her hands, bit her lip slightly, and looked up at Rove infatuatedly. The sky slowly darkened.

The girl finally said in a hoarse voice, "Rove, let's go back...... It's time for Mama to find us. With a snort, he reached out to help Shirley put on her shoes and socks, then stood up and patted the dirt on her buttocks.

Shirley was still sitting on the ground, she was red from her ears to her neck, and when she saw the young man looking over, she stretched out her hands and said shyly, "Rove, my whole body is so soft that I can't stand up...... Carry me back. Rove crouched down, gently picked up Shirley, and walked slowly, the girl lying on the warm shoulders of the teenager, and gently sang a song that he had learned in the choir as a child.

………… Ran