Rov and Shirley have been separated for a long time and meet again. There are many things to talk about.

But staying in the room and closing the door can easily arouse the suspicion of other nuns.

And Rov had to stay in this monastery for a few days. It was a long night and there was some time to communicate in depth, so there was no need to rush to this moment.

So, they quickly walked out of the room and wandered around at the Tomes Parliament.

In the monastery, there are three distinct buildings, one is a grand monastery, where nuns live; the other is a church, where you pray on weekdays; and the other is a cemetery, where the dead nuns are buried.

Under the leadership of Shirley, the boy went deep into the monastery, and this was the time when he felt what the "female" congregation was.

There were nuns everywhere, and a man did not, they were wearing the same clothes, half covering their faces, and looked like replicas.

This is the real "face blindness".

But Rov still found the blind spot. Although the nuns' clothing styles were the same, the colors were different.

Some nuns were wearing white scarfs on their faces, but were wearing black robes, while others were wearing white robes.

Shirley grew up here, so she naturally explained as clearly:

"Preparatory nuns and beginner nuns will wear white serge robes. After practicing and making vows, they will become formal nuns and then change to black robes."

Rov nodded gently, and he looked at the nuns who were coming and going, commenting: "The black nun robe is better, and it has a very special sense of mystery."

Although I want to be pretty and have a filial look, the abstinence style of the black nun robe is more attractive. If it is paired with black silk on the edge of the lace, it will be a decisive battle.

Shirley glanced at the boy thoughtfully and suddenly whispered: "Rove, I have a black nun's robe..."

The ponytail girl wanted to turn back and see him, but when she saw the boy looking at her infatuatedly, a hint of shyness appeared on her face and changed her mouth temporarily:

"Rov, if you like it, you can change it yourself!"

Rov thought Shirley was going to wear it, but when he heard her words, he pulled the corner of his mouth in disappointment:

"I like to see others wear it, but it doesn't mean I want to wear it."

"You wear it once, let me see it...just once." Shirley reached out and pulled Rov's sleeve, shook it like a coquettish, and smiled brightly:

"I won't tell anyone... including Hermione!"

Seeing Shirley's playful expression of expectation, Rov raised his hand and poked her forehead gently, bargaining:

"You wear it for me first...I will wear it for you, how about it? Fair and just."

The ponytail girl looked at Rov's hot eyes and saw that he didn't seem to be joking, so she bit her lip gently, looking forward and shyly saying:

"Okay...it's a matter of determination!"

Both of them felt that they were not at a disadvantage and could not wait for the night to come. They walked all the way to the bank of the Clyde River.

The river has a section of the river that passes through the monastery and is surrounded by walls.

Shirley took Rov slowly on the river road. The ground was very flat and paved with large pieces of blue stones.

When they passed by a section of river covered by dense grass and trees, they walked over and sat down by the river to rest.

Shirley reached out and scooped a handful of Qingliang River water, gently washed her face, and her movements were very gentle.

Rof was even more rougher, and he directly raised his butt and lay on the ground, sinking his entire head into the river, and finally raised his head suddenly and exclaimed that he was happy.

"Is the water very cold?" Shirley took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to Rove, and said softly:

"When we were young, we had no place to relieve the heat, so we would sneak up here to take a shower. When the nanny found out, he would not give him dinner.

Another time I fell into the water and almost drowned, but suddenly the magic riots flew up from the river.

The nannies all thought it was Christ's appearance, and I thought so at that time, but later I realized that I was a witch."

Rov sat next to Shirley, quietly listening to her telling her childhood story, occasionally interrupting and asking for some details.

As the sun slowly sets, the bells of prayer in the church in the distance slowly spread through the monastery and then disappear.

At dusk, the entire monastery seemed to have fallen asleep.

Rov and Shirley sat shoulder to shoulder in the shade, quietly listening to the sound of the stream of water, the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the sound of insects flapping their wings on the grass.

Shirley looked at the reflection of the boy in the river and suddenly said, "Rofu, it's time for your compound decoction."

Rov touched his face, he could feel the changes in his body and was returning to his original appearance, he nodded:

"It's okay, I set up magic not far away. No nun can get close to this place. When I'm about to leave, I'll take the compound decoction."

Shirley turned her head and looked at Rof's familiar face. The breeze blew up the river and gently blew the girl's ponytail. She suddenly reached out and pulled out a strand of red hair, handed it to the boy, and said seriously:

"Rov, next time you need to use compound decoction to become a girl, you can use my hair."

Rov took the burgundy strand of hair and put it in the palm of his hand. He sniffed it gently, assured:

"I remember."

Shirley smiled with satisfaction. She took off her shoes and socks, put her feet into the cool and bone-thrusting river water, and shook it gently.

The ponytail girl suddenly had a prank and lifted the river with her feet. The water droplets fell on the boy, making him wet.

Shirley smiled and giggled, but Rov was not a vegetarian either. He saw him seize the opportunity and suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl's restless feet.

Shirley was shocked. She wanted to struggle, but Rov had already held his ankle firmly with his hands and smiled proudly.

The girl with ponytails has beautiful feet, slender toes and tender colors, arranged neatly like agate. The color of her nails is comparable to the light red shells picked up by the sea, and her heels are round, like pearls.

Rov held a pair of small and exquisite jade feet in his hand, and the hand was as smooth as jade. Under the sunlight, his fair skin shone with a crystal clear luster.

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

The girl with a ponytail wanted to pull her feet back, but she seemed to have lost her strength in an instant, and she could no longer pull the pair of feet that no one had touched before except herself.

Shirley supported her body with both hands, bit her lips gently, and looked up at Rof.

The sky slowly faded.

The girl finally said hoarsely: "Rov, let's go back... It's time for the nanny to find us."

Rof nodded, reached out to help Shirley put on her shoes and socks, then stood up and patted the dirt on her butt.

Shirley was still sitting on the ground, her ears and neck were red. When she saw the boy looking over, she stretched out her hands and said shyly:

"Rov, my whole body is soft and I can't stand up anymore... You carry me back."

Rov squatted down, gently carried Shirley, and walked slowly. The girl who lay on the boy's warm shoulder gently sang a song she learned in the choir when she was a child.

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