Chapter 42 Shirley: Rolf, I Like You

Taking a bath with nuns... a large group of nuns at that. If it happened in the Middle Ages, he would probably be crucified by the Crusaders.

Rove was a serious man, of course he would not do such a thing.

So, he went back to the box to take a bath. The whole process took no 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 multi-threaded operations that can be performed simultaneously.

But Rove soon regretted it. It was useless for him to take a quick bath. Shirley took a slow bath... He had to wait obediently.

This wait lasted for more than 20 minutes before Rove heard slight footsteps coming from outside the corridor, but when he arrived at the door, the sound disappeared again.

Shirley stood at the door and hesitated to go in. She struggled for a long time, took several deep breaths, and then mustered up the courage to carefully push the door open.

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

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

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

"Shirley, it's summer now." He asked with a smile: "You are wearing so much, aren't you hot?"

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

"Your forehead is sweating, you're still cold?" Rove got off the bed, walked towards her in slippers, and said with a smile:

"Take off your cloak quickly, if you cover it for a while longer, your bath will be in vain."

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

She slowly and gently took off the cloak, revealing the black nun robe inside.

The black cloth covered most of the girl's skin, with only her snow-white and delicate calves faintly visible at the hem, giving people the illusion that she might not be wearing anything under the robe... It makes people imagine things.

Although she was dressed solemnly and elegantly, Shirley exuded a natural charm that was reluctant to speak.

Luo Fu looked at her unscrupulously, admiring the beautiful scenery that only he could see. Suddenly, he saw that the girl was still wearing a ponytail, and said softly:

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

Shirley hummed softly, and she put her hands behind her back and slowly untied the ponytail. Her wine-red hair fell down softly, like ink splashed with a heavy pen.

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

Luo Fu was dazed for a moment, and for a moment, he felt his heartbeat, and it also stopped along with Shirley's eyes.

At this moment, the church bells rang, and then the lights in the room suddenly went 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 wishes when you were a child?"

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

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

"Me..." Shirley's eyes were blurred, and she murmured:

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

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

Rove stared at the girl and listened quietly.

"But unfortunately, I prayed many times but didn't get what I wanted. Finally, the nanny found out and I was punished to have my breakfast taken away."

"Since then, I no longer believe in Jesus. If he really exists, why doesn't he respond to my request?"

The girl smiled and said, "Was I stupid at that time?"

"Yes, I was stupid." Luo Fu reached out and rubbed her head, and said gently, "It's a pity that I didn't meet such a stupid person like you earlier, otherwise I could have deceived you long ago."

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

Seeing the boy looking at her in confusion, she explained softly:

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

"Soon after, he hired me as an assistant and took me into a magical box that I could never imagine in my dreams. He also promised to take me away from the monastery..."

"I thought about it more than once," Shirley grinned with tears on her face, "Could that person be God's response to me when I was seven years old?"

The girl stared at Rove, without any shyness, with a trace of admiration in her eyes, and such a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the boy for a long time.

Shirley put her face close to Rove's ear as if she wanted to whisper something, and she said softly:

"Hey, Rove."

"Hmm?"

"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, making the shadows of the boy and girl hugging each other in the room long, like a layer of ink faintly printed on the wall.

Luo Fe felt a warm current pass through his body, and his heart stopped beating. When he came to his senses, 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.

Luofu was stunned for a long time and touched his lips. They were still wet and cool, filled with Shirley's scent.

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

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

The girl remained silent and twisted her body slightly, as if she was quietly savoring the intoxicating aftertaste.

After a while, the sound of undressing came from the quilt, and Shirley handed her nun's robe out from under the quilt.

Luofu folded the girl's clothes and placed 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 arm was still stretched out, he kissed her and then held it gently.

Shirley, who was hiding under the quilt and afraid to see anyone, closed her eyes in contentment after feeling Rolf holding her.

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

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