Bathing with a nun...... Or a large group of nuns, if it happened in the Middle Ages, I am afraid that they would be crucified by the Crusaders.

Rove is a serious person, and of course he can't do such a thing.

So, he still honestly went back to the box to take a shower, and the whole process didn't take more than five minutes, and he was already lying on the bed, waiting for Shirley to come back.

Guys are always quick when it comes to bathing, after all, brushing teeth, applying shampoo and applying shower gel are all multi-threaded operations that can be done simultaneously.

But Rove soon regretted it, it was useless for him to wash it quickly, and Shirley washed it slowly...... He had to wait.

It was only after waiting for more than twenty minutes that Rove heard the sound of slight footsteps outside the hallway, but when he reached the door, the sound disappeared again.

Shirley stood at the door, not entering, she had been fighting for a long time, and she took several deep breaths before she mustered up the courage and carefully pushed the door open.

When the girl entered the room, she hurriedly turned around and locked the door from the inside to prevent a nun from breaking in, and saw the boy lying on the bed.

Rove leaned on the pillow and looked up at Shirley, and suddenly smiled dumbly.

She wore a white cloak and wrapped herself tightly, as if she was afraid of revealing a little skin and letting Rove take advantage of her for nothing.

"Shirley, it's summer." He smiled and asked, "Aren't you wearing such a thick outfit that it's not hot?" ”

The girl said timidly: "I'm not hot...... It's still a little cold! ”

"You're sweating on your forehead, and it's cold?" Rove got out of bed, pulled on his slippers and walked towards her, and said with a smile on his face:

"Hurry up and take off your cloak, and your shower will be in vain after a while."

Seeing Rove approaching, he also stretched out his hand to help him take off his cloak, Shirley's face turned red and stammered, "I'll take it off myself!" ”

Slowly, she gently removed her cloak, revealing the black nun's robe underneath.

The black fabric covers most of the girl's skin, only the snow-white and delicate calves loom at the hem, giving the illusion that there may be nothing to wear in the robe...... It's fascinating.

is obviously solemn and elegantly dressed, but Shirley is full of a trace of natural charm that wants to talk.

Rove looked at her unscrupulously, admiring the beauty that only he could witness, and suddenly saw that the girl was still wearing a ponytail, and said softly:

"Shirley, I haven't seen you with your hair scattered."

Shirley hummed softly, her hands behind her back, and slowly untied the ponytail, her burgundy hair hanging down softly like ink from a heavy pen.

She smiled sweetly at the boy, and stared intently into his eyes, as if searching for the whereabouts of a fleeting little fish in a pool of clear spring water.

Rove flickered, and for a moment, he felt his heartbeat freeze along with Shirley's eyes.

Just then, the church bell rang, and with it, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

Shirley turned her head, looked out through the narrow window, stretched out her fingers to smooth the hair on her forehead, and suddenly asked:

"Rove, did you have any wishes when you were a child?"

Rove looked out the window with the girl, thought for a moment, and said:

"My greatest wish is to receive a letter from an owl when I am eleven years old...... What about you? ”

"I'm ......" Shirley muttered in a blurred look in her eyes:

"I hope that one day, a man will be able to walk into this monastery and take me with me, never to come back."

"You know what?" Shirley's eyes flickered, "There was a time when I wanted to leave here in particular...... I was only six or seven years old at that time, and I often got up alone at night, sneaked into the church to pray, and begged Christ to send an angel to take me away. ”

Rove stared at the girl and listened quietly.

"But unfortunately, I prayed many times but did not get my wish, and in the end my mother found out, and my breakfast was punished."

"Since then, I have never believed in Jesus again, and if He really exists, why doesn't he answer my request?"

The girl laughed, "Was I stupid at that time?" ”

"It's stupid." Rove reached out and rubbed her head, and said gently, "It's a pity that I didn't meet such a stupid you earlier, otherwise I would have cheated you out a long time ago." ”

Shirley smiled seductively at him and said, "Actually, I'm a little bit of a believer in Christ now." ”

Seeing the young man looking at her suspiciously, she explained softly:

"When I was eleven years old, I met a teenager on the Hogwarts Express...... He rescued my classmates who had been beaten, took my leftover bread, and gave me a lot of food that I had never eaten before. ”

"Soon after, he hired me as an assistant and took me into a magical chest that I could never have dreamed of, and he promised to take me out of the monastery......"

"I have thought more than once," Shirley grinned with tears on her face, "could that man be God's answer to me when I was seven years old?" ”

The girl stared at Rove without the slightest shyness, and there was a wisp of admiration in her eyes, and such a pair of beautiful and moving eyes stared at the boy for a long time and steadily.

As if to whisper, Shirley leaned her face close to Rove's ear, and she said softly:

"Hey, Rove."

"Huh?"

"I like you."

Shirley stood on tiptoe slightly and kissed Rove, not on the forehead, not on the cheek, but on his mouth.

For about five or six seconds, they quietly kissed each other.

The moonlight was very bright, and the bright silver glow poured in through the window, dragging the shadows of the boys and girls hugging each other in the room for a long time, like a layer of ink faintly imprinted on the walls.

Rove felt a warm current run through his body, and his heart stopped beating, and by the time he came back to his senses, Shirley had let go of him, took off his shoes, and went back to bed.

The girl rolled up a thin quilt, like a rice dumpling, and wrapped herself tightly.

Rove was stunned for a long time, and touched his lips, still wet and cold, rippling with the smell of Shirley.

He also climbed into bed, lay down on the girl's side, shook her gently, and asked:

"Shirley, what you just said, I didn't hear clearly, say it again."

The girl was silent, twisting her delicate body slightly, as if she was quietly reminiscing about the intoxicating aftertaste.

After half a ring, there was the sound of Suo Suo undressing from the bed, and Shirley handed her nun's robe out of the quilt.

Rove folded the girl's clothes and put them on the bedside table, and he took off his own clothes again and stacked them together.

The boy covered himself with a blanket and lay down on Shirley's side, and when he saw that her arm was still outstretched, he kissed it and held it gently.

Shirley, who was hiding under the covers and didn't dare to see anyone, closed her eyes contentedly when she felt Rov holding her.

Before falling asleep, she whispered to herself that only Rove could untie her ponytail in this life.

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