As the special religion where all the clergy are female except for the extremely scarce male believers, the Silent Church rarely allows men to enter the church interior on regular days.
After all, in mythological tales, the Bright Moon Goddess is extremely aesthetic and appreciates beauty.
Thus, besides the beautiful women of various races, only the Elf Clan can become Her devotees unimpeded.
Logically, Xiya should never have been eligible to enter the interior of the church.
Especially during the night when a curfew was in effect.
Unfortunately, he never did walk the ordinary path.
After some twists and turns, Xiya broke through the church's heavy security and obstacles, knocked out several nuns, and barely managed to sneak up to Tiya's room door.
As the Silent Saintess, she held a high position within the church, therefore she lived alone at the top level of the Moonlight Monastery.
Xiya had often come to see her , so it seemed somewhat normal.
Just now, when he was downstairs, he glanced into the room and saw that the light was on, so the last shred of suspicion in his heart dissipated.
Obviously, given her quiet nature, she wouldn't have gone to a noisy place like a noble banquet.
Therefore, Xiya decided to keep this matter to himself and not to ask further.
After all, such questions, once asked, would show that he had doubts about her, and Xiya did not want their relationship to suffer a rift because of it.
With that thought, he gently knocked on the door.
After a moment, a somewhat low voice came from inside.
"Nun, didn't I say that I wanted some quiet time to myself?"
Hearing this, Xiya paused for a few seconds.
Judging by the tone, Tiya seemed to be bothered by something?
He frowned slightly, "It's me, Tiya. I had nothing particular to do, so I came over to check on you."
Upon recognizing the voice outside, Tiya in the room seemed to cry out in a fluster.
If one listened carefully, they could even hear a hint of guilt and panic in her voice.
Xiya stood quietly at the door, hearing a commotion of hurried movements from inside the room.
A moment later, the door opened.
At this moment, Tiya was wearing a moon-white sleeping robe, covering her wonderful figure, revealing only a pair of slender, delicate calves and soft, tender bare feet standing on the ground.
Due to their close proximity at this moment, Xiya could even feel the faint moisture and fragrance emanating from her body.
In the light of the room, he saw Tiya's brown hair cascading down her shoulders and back, slightly damp as if she had just bathed.
Even without any makeup, her face seemed extraordinarily pure and lovely.
Although her emotions were in turmoil, Tiya did not wish to let him know everything that had happened that night.
So, upon seeing Xiya, she gathered herself, concealing her tired and troubled expression with a shallow smile.
However, Xiya still sensed her inner unrest as if he thought of something.
"Has someone bullied you?"
Xiya asked, eyebrow furrowed, a cold flash in his eyes.
Did he bully me, or did I bully him? By now, it's become unclear... Tiya thought to herself silently, but the smile on her face remained unchanged, "Of course not, I just dealt with quite a few church affairs today. I'm a bit tired, so I took some of my frustrations out on the nuns. Brother Xiya, you needn't worry."
"I see." Xiya breathed a sigh of relief and then put the matter out of his mind, "As long as everything's fine, that's good."
Seeing that he did not press further, a faint sense of loss flashed in Tiya's eyes.
Rationally speaking, leading the conversation away to avoid asking about the night's events was the right thing to do.
But the issue was, women are not particularly rational creatures.
Their choices tend to be emotional, the type to say, "Do you not love me anymore?"
And Tiya naturally fell into this category.
Even though she often seemed indifferent and like an emotionless doll, she was still a woman after all.
At the very least, at this moment she dearly wished Xiya could be more domineering, demand to know more, and carry his masculinity to its conclusion.
Unfortunately, it seemed he was somewhat obtuse and did not understand this.
Perhaps this was also one of the endearing things about Brother Xiya.
Tiya consoled herself in her heart.
Noticing the atmosphere had turned somewhat silent, Xiya was ready to find some topics to talk about.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed Tiya's slender wrist hidden under her robe.
The skin, usually pale and delicate, now appeared to have been repeatedly rubbed, hence a bit red and swollen.
Xiya knew of her penchant for cleanliness, but he never knew it extended to this extent.
He pointed out reflexively.
Hearing this, Tiya froze for a few seconds, then instinctively looked down.
Realizing what Xiya was referring to, she immediately hid her wrist in her sleeve panickedly.
After leaving Lynn, she had always felt tainted.
Every part that had been in contact with him made Tiya shiver.
Thus, she had rushed back to clean herself frantically, scrubbing with body wash and soap over and over again, scrubbing, and crying silently under the flowing hot water.
One might think she had been defiled.
Not until she felt barely cleansed of the pollution Lynn had brought did she leave the bathroom.