[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

The belief that a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Menal one arequite capable of every wiess.

It is not necessary to attribute the production of evil to supernatural factors. Human beings themselves are sufficient to carry out every evil deed. In the early morning, Manhattan, which seems to be the city that never sleeps, is still brightly lit.

Eric Lanshere's bachelor apartment is located on 502 Park Avenue in New York. The area of ​​this apartment is only about [-] square feet. The overall design color of silver gray and white seems to make the indoor temperature much cooler.

The interior furnishings are very simple. As for the functional division, apart from the bathroom, kitchen, and dining room, there is only one bedroom.

Fortunately, the living room is more spacious.

But Vespa looked at the white fabric sofa and secretly imagined—huh, she wouldn't spend the night on the sofa, Magneto is really innocent.

The cold light illuminated the room very brightly. The window was open at this time, and the cold night wind blew through the curtains, and Vespa shivered subconsciously.

Eric felt more and more that he was making trouble for himself by bringing this little mutant back to the apartment.

He put Vespa's suitcase on the side of the sofa, walked over to close the window, and pulled the silver-gray curtains completely to block all the scenery outside the window.

When he finished all this and turned around, he saw that beautiful little girl was putting down the suitcase, then opening it and laying it flat on the floor, as if she was rummaging through it for something.

The next second Eric knew what she was looking for - a soft silk pajamas.

Then she dug out clean white bath towels and brand new toiletries. She really prepared everything.

Vespa held pajamas and towels in his hands, looked at Magneto with a smile, "Can I borrow your bathroom?"

When the corner of her mouth curled into a smile, it seemed that she instantly broke through her inherent indifference and became extremely alluring.

That smile was as light as a feather, and as burning as a flame.

Eric Lanshere's voice was a little stern. "I don't like answering stupid questions that are too obvious."

His temper has never been good, but when he saw the little girl whose eyes seemed to have darkened a little, he frowned slightly.

Eric hid the indifference on his face, "During the time you live here, you don't need to ask me about anything you use."

Vespa looked up at him, and the smile on his face again unexpectedly made Eric feel better.

He puts it down to an appreciation for beauty.

After Vespa entered the bathroom, he washed off the makeup on his face first. The feeling of drunken groggy had almost disappeared, but he still had a headache, and he might need to sleep to relieve it.

As for physical fatigue, the warm shower helped her a lot.

Vespa dried his hair and looked at the young man in the mirror. Under the light, his face looked more illusory, as if it was shining with soft light.

To be honest, Vespa didn't like how she looked when she was young. She looked too weak. She dyed her hair black and painted her face with harsh makeup, just to make herself look stronger.

Fortunately, she seems to have a very amazing special ability now.

When Vespa came out of the bathroom, he saw Eric standing in the kitchen.

He was tall and strong, making the room look a lot smaller.

Vespa's eyes followed his charming muscular lines. His good figure, hidden in heavy clothes, was simply reckless.

Eric left the kitchen and came towards her, a mug of warm milk in his hand. "Drink it up and go to bed."

Vespa's hair was still a little damp, and there were a few drops of water at the end of her hair. When she took the hot milk, it accidentally dripped onto Eric's wrist.

Vespa didn't seem to notice, but the cold touch was inexplicable, making Eric's wrist a little hot.

Eric seemed to be in a bad mood again, "You are only 15 years old, you should stay away from those parties."

Vespa drank the hot milk obediently, and put the cup back in his hand after drinking it all.

Her behavior is a bit rude, she should clean herself, shouldn't she?

But Eric was unexpectedly not unhappy about it.

He turned and walked back to the kitchen to rinse the glass, Vespa entering after him.

Sitting on a bar stool in the open kitchen, she rests her chin on her hands and looks at him seriously. "Actually, I'll be 16 after midnight."

She then looked at the clock in the living room, the hour hand had passed the top number, "Oh, no, I'm 16 now."

What Vespa said was true. In fact, she only remembered that today was her birthday in the shower.

Eric's expression became a little dangerous. He felt that the girl in front of him was very difficult to discipline. "Is there any difference? You need to be 21 years old to be of legal drinking age."

Vespa shrugged. "So I can legally marry at 16, but I can't drink alcohol until five years later."

Eric wanted to teach her harshly, but thinking of what happened to this lonely girl on her birthday, he finally chose to suppress his anger.

For no apparent reason, Eric always seemed easily offended by her.

"Listen, Vespa," Eric put the glass back in the cabinet, folded his arms and looked at the little girl, "it's midnight now, you should go to bed."

This time she behaved very well, and went straight to the sofa in the living room.

There are white single pillows and quilts on the sofa, which looks very warm.

——But it's useless, she won't sleep on the sofa obediently all night.

She sat on the couch and watched the lights go off in Eric Lanshere's room.

She spent some time recalling the impression Magneto had left on her in the past few hours. He behaves elegantly, is well-dressed, and has a handsome face that is a very masculine type.

All in all, if she didn't know the danger of Magneto, she might think that this is a successful person on Wall Street.

But after only a second, she would realize her wrong idea. Not only did this mutant have the superpower to control all metal objects, he also had a strong desire to control.

Oh, by the way, he seems to have a bad temper.

Vespa felt that the most difficult part of this mission was how to keep his life under his great aggression.

The greatest danger of Eric Lanshere is that he is too murderous and always tries to achieve his goal by killing.

Vespa hoped he wasn't the unlucky one who took the lead.

For example, what she is about to do now, I hope that Magneto will not manipulate the dagger in a fit of anger and pierce her chest.

Vespa picked up the pillow, walked to the only bedroom door, and knocked lightly a few times.

Soon, a voice came from inside, his voice was not sleepy, "What's the matter?"

"There seems to be a problem with the heating in the living room, it's very cold." Vespa's voice was a little low, which made people's hearts soften.

In the next second, the door was opened from the inside.

Eric stood in front of her, looking at the barefoot little girl with a bad expression.

"You promised to sleep on the sofa before." Magneto said indifferently.

Vespa lowered his head sullenly, without saying a word.

Eric's mood became worse. He looked at the little girl in front of him and felt that his attitude seemed a little too much.

"Hurry up and go to bed." Eric leaned over to let her pass, preparing himself to sleep on the sofa for the night.

Vespa blinked quickly and grabbed the hem of his clothes, "The living room is really cold, sir."

Eric didn't know what the hell he had seen to pick up this little villain from the street.

He lay back on the bed, but on the edge farthest from her, "If you don't close your eyes and go to sleep, I will throw you down from the top floor."

Vespa complained softly, "Sir, you have a really bad temper."

Eric smiled instead of anger, "What extraordinary magical power do you think you have that deserves to be pampered by others?"

Vespa looked at him seriously, and replied very seriously, "Face."

The current leader of the Mutant Brotherhood · the future ruler of Kenosha · Magneto: "..."

Eric turned away from Vespa, fearing that he couldn't resist killing her.

Vespa slid toward him, and even more so, stretched out his arms to wrap around his waist.

Eric was about to get angry and scold her for being frivolous, when he suddenly heard the little girl's muffled voice, "Will I be caught and locked up?"

Her small face was almost pressed against his back, and her warm and soft body made his ears a little hot.

Vespa's voice continued, "People will attribute evil to supernatural factors."

Eric should have told her to let go immediately, then scolded her harshly, and kept the girl away from his body.

But when he realized it, he was patting her hand reassuringly.

Her palm was delicate and soft, and it was sticking to his abdomen.

Eric felt his muscles engorged with blood, hard and hot.

He turned quickly to face her.

—to get away from the touch of her hands.

But unexpectedly, this only made things more difficult.

The black-haired girl buried herself directly in his arms, with her arms around his waist, and her warm and delicate calves pressed against his.

Vespa raised his head from his arms, his gray-green eyes sparkled with fragments of light.

Eric brushed away the shattered hair on her face, with a dangerous expression, but also revealed some tenderness, "They hate and reject mutants, but they selectively ignore one point - human beings themselves are enough to carry out every evil deed."

His current attitude can be called considerate. Eric should obviously satirize her cowardice, but he showed a completely different attitude.

Vespa smiled at him, revealing unabashed trust.

Her velvety long black hair was scattered on the pillow, and her beautiful little face was unbelievably charming in the night. Eric's eyes flickered, and he pressed her head back into his arms to avoid her. Sight.

More importantly, hide your expression.

His strength was a bit strong, and the fingers holding Vespa's back almost sank into her skin.

And Vespa's voice came from his chest again, with a cautious tone, "...Sir, there is actually no problem with the heating in the living room."

Eric opened his lips and paused for a fraction of a second.

There was an undisguised threat in his tone, "Shut up and go to sleep."