I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Bathing with nuns... a large group of nuns, if it happened in the middle ages, I'm afraid they would be crucified by the crusaders.

Rove is a decent person, of course it is impossible to do such a thing.

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

Boys are always very fast in taking a bath. After all, brushing teeth, applying shampoo, and applying shower gel are all multi-threaded operations that can be performed simultaneously.

But Rove soon regretted it. It was useless for him to wash quickly, but Shirley washed slowly...he had to wait obediently.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Rove heard slight footsteps from outside the corridor, but when he reached the door, the sound disappeared again.

Xue Li stood at the door and did not go in for a long time. She had been fighting for a long time, and took several deep breaths before mustering up her courage and carefully pushing the door open.

After the girl walked into the room, she turned around quickly and locked the door from the inside to prevent any nuns from breaking in and saw the boy lying on the bed.

Rove leaned on the pillow, looked up at Shirley, and suddenly laughed dumbfounded.

She was wearing a white cloak and wrapped herself tightly, as if she was afraid of revealing a little skin and letting Rove take advantage of it in vain.

"Xue Li, it's summer now." He asked with a smile, "Aren't you hot wearing such thick clothes?"

The girl timidly said: "I'm not hot...it's a bit cold!"

"You're sweating on your forehead, are you still cold?" Luo Fu got off the bed, walked towards her with his slippers on, and said with a smile on his face:

"Take off your cloak quickly, and your shower will be for nothing if you cover it for a while."

Seeing Rove approaching and reaching out to help her take off her cloak, Xue Li blushed and stammered, "I'll take it off myself!"

Slowly and gently, she took off her cloak, revealing the black nun's robe underneath.

The black fabric covered most of the girl's skin, only her delicate white legs were faintly visible at the hem, giving people the illusion that she might not be wearing anything under the gown...it made people fantasize about it.

Although she was dressed in a solemn and elegant manner, Shirley exuded a trace of natural charm that she was reluctant to talk about.

Rove looked at her unscrupulously, admiring the beautiful scenery that only he could see, and suddenly saw the girl with her ponytail, and said softly:

"Shirley, I haven't seen you with loose hair yet."

Shirley hummed lightly, and wrapped her hands behind her back, slowly undoing the ponytail, and the wine-red hair hung down softly, like ink spilled from a heavy pen.

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

Rove was in a trance for a moment, and for a moment, he felt his heartbeat stop along with Shirley's eyes.

At this moment, the church bell rang, followed by the lights in the room suddenly going out.

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

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

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

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

"I..." Shirley murmured with blurred eyes:

"I hope that one day, a person can walk into this monastery, take me away, and never come back."

"Do you know?" Shirley said with flickering eyes: "For a while, I really wanted to leave here... I was only six or seven years old at that time, and I often got up alone at night, secretly ran to the church to pray, begged Christ sent an angel to take me away."

Rove stared at the girl and listened quietly.

"But it's a pity that I prayed many times but didn't get my wish. Finally, my mother found out, and my breakfast was fined."

"Since then, I don't believe in Jesus anymore. If he really exists, why didn't he answer my request?"

The girl smiled and said, "Was I stupid then?"

"It's stupid." Rove reached out and rubbed her head, and said softly, "Unfortunately, I didn't meet such a stupid you earlier, or I could have tricked you away."

Shirley smiled charmingly at him, and said, "Actually, I believe in Christ a little bit now."

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

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

"Not long after, he hired me as an assistant, took me into a magical box that I couldn't even dream of, and promised to take me out of the monastery..."

"I wondered more than once," Shirley grinned with tears all over her face, "could that person be God's answer to me when I was seven years old?"

The girl stared at Luo Fu without any shyness, and there was a ray of admiration in her eyes. Such a pair of beautiful and moving eyes stared at the boy for a long time.

Shirley seemed to be whispering, she put her face close to Rove's ear, and she said softly:

"Hello, Rove."

"Um?"

"I like you."

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

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

The moonlight was very bright, and the bright silver light poured in through the window, dragging the shadows of the boy and girl hugging each other in the room long, like a layer of light ink faintly imprinted on the wall.

Rove felt a warm current pass through his body, and his heart stopped beating. When he recovered, Shirley had let go of him, took off his shoes, and returned to the bed.

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

Rove was stunned for a long time, and touched his lips, which were still wet and cool, with Shirley's smell rippling.

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

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

The girl remained silent, twisting her delicate body slightly, as if she was quietly savoring the intoxicating aftertaste just now.

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

Rove folded the girl's clothes and put them on the bedside table. He took off his own clothes and folded them together.

The boy covered her with a blanket and lay beside Shirley. Seeing that her arms were still stretched out, he kissed her and held her gently.

Shirley, who hid under the blanket and dared not see anyone, closed her eyes contentedly after feeling Rove holding her.

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

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