The bed is not too big, so it's fine for one person, but a bit cramped for two people.
The boy also left the central area to Shirley, so when he turned over in the middle of the night, he accidentally rolled out of bed.
Although Luofu didn't do anything, he almost reached his waist. It was indeed a speechless thing.
But he could persist, not because he had any bad intentions, but in the middle of the night, Shirley had a thin quilt covering him and accidentally fell off...
On such a cold night, Rolf really needed to give Shirley a warm embrace to prevent her from catching a cold in this July day.
This also brought about another problem. With Shirley lying on the pillow, he had to help her physically keep warm... It was strange that Rolf, who was so distracted, could fall asleep!
He stayed up until early in the morning with "difficulty". When he heard the wind blowing outside the window, he got out of bed, pulled on his slippers, walked to the window, and looked out.
The monastery was shrouded in milky white mist, and a drizzle fell from the sky. If it weren't for the puddles of accumulated rain water and the sound of raindrops dripping along the eaves, it would be almost impossible to detect the rain.
Luofu gently closed the window and quietly returned to the bedside, looking at the sleeping girl.
Shirley's sleeping position was very good. She was lying on her back on the bed, her long burgundy hair spread between the pillows. Her face was peaceful, she was breathing shallowly, and she was as well-behaved as a kitten.
The thin quilt was not covered tightly, and the girl exposed a section of her snow-white shoulders and the white suspenders of her nightgown.
The round collarbone is slightly protruding outwards, the skin is smooth and delicate, and there is a pendant that is very familiar to the young man hanging around his neck.
Luofu sat by the bed and stared at Shirley quietly for a long time. Finally, he kissed the girl's forehead gently, covered her with a quilt, then turned around and left, entering his box.
The room became quiet again, Shirley's eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
The girl woke up when Luofu kissed her, and she was relieved that he didn't do anything more excessive to her.
But while feeling relieved, I also felt a little unspeakably disappointed.
But Shirley touched her forehead and giggled again.
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Luo Fei took a cold shower in the bathroom of the box and completely suppressed the restlessness in his heart.
He suddenly discovered that being squeezed into the same bed with Shirley was an excellent environment for practicing Occlumency.
If one day I can become clear of heart and desire, I will probably be able to practice Occlumency to a level that even Voldemort can't see through.
Of course, this method is the same as the Sunflower Book, it can easily make people useless.
After taking a shower, Rove returned to the cabin and started preparing breakfast.
He was determined never to eat in the monastery's refectory again!
Luofu took out the eggs and was about to crack them when he heard footsteps coming from the entrance. He turned around and saw Shirley walking in.
She was wearing a white nightgown, with long red hair that looked like a waterfall, winding from her back to her chest, and was simply tied into a knot with a golden silk scarf, making her look particularly demure.
"Are you awake?" Luofu smiled and said, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Shirley blushed a little. Although the most intimate action last night was just kissing, sleeping together on the same bed was quite crazy.
She didn't dare to look at the young man's face with a warm smile. She just hummed softly and hurried to the bathroom to calm down.
After washing up, the girl began to help Luo Fu tidy up the room, putting the messy books back on the bookshelf, and putting the randomly placed things into boxes.
After she finished her work, Luo Fu's breakfast was almost ready, and the two of them gathered at the dining table and started eating.
Two fried eggs, buttered bread, and a large glass of freshly squeezed Ream milk for each person.
Shirley drank every drop of the milk, because she had discovered over the past six months that Ream milk has beauty and beautifying effects and can also promote physical development.
After eating, Rove walked towards the bookshelf, took out a piece of yellowed parchment, and found a map of Scotland.
The girl was combing her hair in front of a mirror. When she saw Luo Fu coming over, she asked softly: "What's wrong?"
"I have something to show you."
Rolf spread out the yellowed parchment, and the girl looked at it carefully and found that it was a map of England, but the place names marked on it were very strange.
The names of many mountains and rivers are different from those known by Shirley, and there are also many names of fairy kingdoms that can only be seen in the history of magic.
"A thousand years ago, I went to the Kingdom of Cardia to get the Sword of Gryffindor, and Professor Hufflepuff gave me this map."
Luo Fe lowered his voice and said: "I didn't give it back to her afterwards, so I kept it because it was made of parchment and has been well preserved to this day."
"Shirley, look here." Rolf pointed at the parchment map and whispered:
"Professor Ravenclaw's cemetery is here. This is a forest...the wizards at that time called it the Forest of Death."
Shirley looked at the modern map of Scotland and said with surprise: "It seems to be near this town?"
"Yes." Rolf nodded and said, "This is actually the outskirts of the Death Forest. However, over the past thousand years, due to Muggle logging and activities, the forest has completely disappeared."
This was not what Helena told Rove, but what he knew as a witness when he attended Ravenclaw's funeral a thousand years ago.
Of course, Rolf only remembered this when he saw the Clyde River.
The girl stopped combing her hair and exclaimed: "I am so close to Professor Ravenclaw's tomb? What a coincidence."
"It's really a coincidence."
Luofu looked at Shirley carefully. If he hadn't gone back a thousand years ago, he would have thought it was just a coincidence, but now he felt that it might not be a coincidence anymore.
Shirley stared at the young man and asked, "What are your plans?"
"We're here now... just treat it like a return visit." Rolf said softly, "I'll take you to see Professor Ravenclaw's cemetery."
Shirley nodded obediently and continued to comb her hair. The young man sat aside and looked at her quietly.
The girl was a little embarrassed by being stared at. When she was about to speak, Luo Fu had already spoken:
"Let me help you."
Shirley turned her head slightly, looked at Luo Fu who volunteered, hummed slightly, handed him the comb, turned sideways, and sat opposite him.
Luofu held up her hair with one hand and held a wooden comb with the other, gently combing the girl's smooth hair.
Shirley was surprised to find that the boy's movements were very skillful and did not hurt her at all, so she asked in a low voice: "Rolf, can you do a ponytail?"
"No." Luofu shook his head and said, "I have never tried it."
Shirley handed over a hair rope and winked playfully, "Do you want to give it a try?"
Luo Fe was a little excited. He took the hair rope, stretched out his hand to tie up Shirley's hair, and gently gathered it into a bunch. It looked very neat. Then he opened the hair rope and was about to tie it up. When he was about to tie it up, the hair rope playfully bounced away.
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Luofu's brows moved slightly, and Shirley had already handed over the second hair rope.
This time it didn't bounce away again, but after just wrapping it up, the long hair was already falling down softly...
The next scene can be described as a mess. Either the ponytail is tied too tightly or it is too loose.
Luofu finally tied his ponytail, but it was very slanted and could barely be considered a shape. He said with an apologetic smile:
"Isn't it too ugly? You should untie your hair and tie it again yourself."
Shirley raised the corners of her mouth, held Rolf's hand, and placed it on her ponytail. She looked at the boy through the mirror, her eyes as gentle as water:
