[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Darkclouds devouryou, anditseemsskieswillneverclear. But when the sun beams while the rain falls, it brings a bitter sweet rain bow. Just when you think you'redangoffintothesu, alightningboltmaystrikeyoudown.

Dark clouds hang over your heart, as if the sky will never be clear again.But when the sun shines on the rain and fog, it can create a bittersweet rainbow.Just when you think you can dance happily like the setting sun, a bolt of lightning may fall from the sky and knock you down.

Charles seems to have enjoyed inviting Vespa out on outings lately.

From museums to shopping meccas, Chinatowns and art galleries have it all.

Vespa's itinerary today is an important place for the development of American dramas and musicals - Broadway.

There are a large number of theaters on both sides of Broadway Avenue. In 30, there were as many as [-] theaters here, but due to the economic crisis in the early [-]s, the heyday came to an abrupt end.

But even so, Broadway is still the pinnacle of the Western theater industry.

When Magneto finally returned from his secret base in Africa to West Chester County, New York, Vespa had just finished enjoying a darkly humorous musical on Broadway.

Accompanying her, of course, was Mr. Charles Xavier.

In the return car, the driver sat in the front and Vespa and Charles sat in the back.

Vespa seemed to enjoy the musical, her smile, her eyes blurred, so bewitching.

Charles suddenly couldn't help but want to touch her, he followed some bumps on the path just now, and moved closer to her calmly.

His arm finally touched hers.

Even through the tweed fabric, he couldn't concentrate.

Charles became more and more greedy, he wanted to touch her without hindrance, Vespa's white skin was like the siren's singing, tempting him to deviate from the course, hit the rocks and sank.

She was like an evil elf born from blood, and Charles knew soberly that she would bring him a catastrophe.

But when his fingers lightly brushed her wrist, his thoughts were all confused.

Charles was in a bitter mood, feeling that another self was looking at him mockingly.

He's back to health, isn't he?

He is a scientific genius respected by everyone. He was born in a prestigious school and has billions of dollars in property. He has no shortage of admirers.

Why did he put himself in such a pathetic situation? There are so many good girls in this world, but he actually developed such a crazy desire for Vesper Lind, a girl who had an affair with his friend Magneto.

He must be crazy.

Charles' blue eyes were filled with surging pain at this moment, and he was struggling hard, just wanting to get rid of this unbearable situation.

"Charles? Charles?"

He heard Vespa's voice, that French accented voice, so sweet and flirtatious.

Charles stared at Vesper, his lips parted, but the righteous side of him finally stopped him.

He is a gentleman who has extremely high requirements on his own character, and the matter of competing for a friend and partner is obviously beyond his moral range.

But Mr. Charles Xavier has forgotten one thing, too much is too much, and repeated suppression will only lead to the final explosion.

At this time, the black car just arrived at Xavier's mansion.

Through the car window, Vespa had already seen Magneto leaning against the gate.

Erik Lanshere was tall and slender, and his black coat made him appear taller.

But the expression on his face at this time is not very good, probably because he has been waiting for a long time.

Vesper quickly pushed open the car door and jumped into his arms excitedly, "Sir, I miss you so much."

Charles was still sitting in the car, and there seemed to be a gentle touch on his fingers, but his heart seemed to have been sunk into the Antarctic glacier.

"Where have you been?" Eric frowned.

Vespa tilted his head, "I went to see a musical with Charles."

"—Charles?" Eric had an inexplicable smile on his lips, "A few days ago you called him Mr. Wizel."

An elegant and affectionate British accent came from not far away, "I asked Vespa to call him that."

Charles approached the two of them. He looked at Eric's hand on Vespa's waist and felt anger growing in his veins.

"I don't know when you fell in love with traveling with a little girl." Eric smiled falsely and mockingly.

Vesper pinched Magneto's waist anxiously and kindly, "I want to go to Broadway, Eric."

Eric looked down at her, broke off her hand and held it in his, then glanced at Charles, and dragged Vespa into the castle.

Charles looked at the figures of the two leaving, and felt as if something was about to break through his heart.

He wants to use his psychic abilities to manipulate Eric's mind and make him let Vespa go.

But after that, what can he do?

For a second, he even wanted to create illusions in Vespa's brain, manipulate her thoughts, make her fall in love with him, and make her only remember one sentence—her love is Charles Xavier.

But his abilities are useless to her, he can control any number of minds at close range, and can completely control a single mind.

The powerful psychic energy he unleashes can even cause the target to faint.

But there was nothing he could do about Vespa.

Charles smiled wryly, he was really pathetic.

In the castle, Vespa cooperated with Eric's movements very well, without any struggle or resistance.

Vespa felt that he should be able to appreciate Europe's No. [-] waist today without any cover.

As for what Charles thinks, it is not within her scope of consideration at the moment. The Holy Father wants to get out of the moral shackles by himself, and she is just a seducer.

Just like the viper that tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit in the Bible.

There was a "bang", the sound of the door being slammed shut by Eric, interrupting Vespa's thoughts.

They had already returned to the bedroom, and Vespa was thrown directly onto the soft big bed with canopy.

Vespa nearly sank into the soft spring bed, and Eric was on top of her the next second.

His resolute face was full of arrogance and abstinence, but paradoxically, there was an extremely cruel love in his eyes.

In his sexy and charming breath, Vespa's heart was beating like thunder.

Eric pinched her chin, his voice was cold and dangerous, "What? In just a few days, you started to have a good impression of other people?"

Vespa opened her mouth to answer, Eric suddenly raised her chin, and then pressed her lips against each other, Vespa's voice was swallowed by him.

Eric spread her legs, squeezed in, and let the girl's legs wrap around the back of his waist.

Then, the strong man ripped off her coat forcefully.

Erik exuded an endless sense of oppression and danger, and Vespa felt that he was almost lost in his rough and sexy movements.

It was a cold and dark breath, but it carried a deadly charm, which made her go limp.

He was so close, his kiss was so rough and urgent, as crazy as the end of the world.

In order to appease Eric, Vesper responded to him softly, and the result was a tighter embrace from him.

The tip of Eric's tongue invaded her lips wantonly, and the burning possessiveness almost melted her.

Vespa felt as if his whole world was falling.

Her mind was blank, all her thoughts were emptied, and Eric was still unscrupulously searching for the fragrance in her mouth. She could hear the ambiguous sound of the two lips rolling and entangled, which made her heart beat like thunder, as if she was about to jump come out.

After a long time, Eric finally let go of her red and swollen mouth, and his vigorous masculinity was pressed against her through the pants.

Vespa gasped and felt dizzy.

Eric's expression was dangerous, "I think you have already fully recovered."

Vespa put his arms around his neck and said sweetly, "I'm fascinated by you, sir."

"Really?" Eric lowered his head and bit her neck, raised the hem of the clothes with his palms, reached in and kneaded, "Show me."

The girl under him was so soft, alluring, and irresistible.

Erik buried himself deep in front of her, calming down the tyrannical beast inside, and no matter what, he didn't want to hurt her.

His lips kissed Vespa's neck, leaving traces of rage one after another.

Vespa put his hands on Eric's cheeks, raised his head, and kissed him softly on the lips.

Soft and sweet, it is exhilarating.

But that child-like light kiss only made Eric want to possess her even more.

She's so soft, warm, and unbelievably charming, who wouldn't want to have her.

Eric's lips took the initiative again, and at the same time, he dexterously picked off Vespa's tweed suit with his fingers.

Soon, the white and tender body of the black-haired girl was exposed to the air.

"Eric—" Her lips were calling his name, panting and trembling.

Eric's hands caressed her skin frantically, and Vespa felt like an enamel doll that could be easily crushed by him.

It was an extremely powerful male hormone, and one couldn't help but respond in submission.

Eric’s voice was hoarse and low, “Want me?”

Vespa stared at him deeply, "Stop torturing me—"

With a smile on the corner of Eric's mouth, he stared straight into her eyes, and at the same time slowly unbuttoned his shirt, followed by his trousers...

Vespa saw his alluring midriff, and then—

She subconsciously stepped back. No one told her that she has the number one waist in Europe and the number one punch in Europe at the same time. She feels that she is a little dangerous today... Is it too late to escape now?

But it was obviously impossible for Eric to give her this chance. He propped himself on top of Vespa, staring at her intently, "Vespa, you can only lie on my chest and perch."

He pinned the girl under him, sank, and invaded her while she gasped.

"Eric—" Vespa arched his body unbearably, and his fingertips dug deeply into the muscles of his shoulders.

Eric pressed against her lips, his voice dangerously low, "—stay away from Charles Xavier."

In a dimly lit living room dozens of feet from this bedroom.

Charles' blue eyes flickered, like pain or anger.

—he was reading Eric Lanshere's mind.