[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

The house does not rest upon the ground, but up a woman.

Home is not built on land, but on women. In the evening, when Vespa was about to leave the academy and return to her apartment, the handsome and well-behaved and fragile boy was still following behind her.

The Thames River meanders forward, and the medieval architectural gems made of earthy golden stones look soft and charming under the golden light of the evening, with a kind of isolated calm and dream.

Beside the medieval buildings with mottled walls, the gray-haired old people are drinking coffee with their friends. There is a kind of nostalgia unique to Oxford people.

Vespa walked on the old and quiet street, and turned around helplessly, "Mr. Osborne, I am not your caretaker."

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the uneven stone pavement under his feet, "I don't want to go back to the Osborne mansion, it's dark and empty, it's depressing for no reason."

Harry Osborn never mentioned that the castle was closed and dimly lit at his request.

He enjoys showing weakness in front of Vespa very much, creating a frail and gloomy image of a frustrated teenager with depressed life, estranged relationship with his father.

Although to some extent, this is true.

Harry looked up at her uneasily, with such a cautious and well-behaved look that Vespa almost mistakenly thought he had a pair of cat ears on his head.

——He is really good-looking.

Vespa surrendered helplessly, "Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you."

The two walked to a slightly wider main road. There were many young people riding bicycles on the road. There were various restaurants and shops on both sides of the road. Blooming flowers hung from the windows, colorful and eye-catching.

Walking beside the stunningly beautiful woman, Harry Osborn said softly, "Where are we going, Vespa?"

His tone was brisk, with a hint of youthful vitality.

Vespa pointed to him on the left front, which was a gray building filled with fresh fruits and vegetables.

"How about sea scallops with foie gras for dinner, how about apple brandy, I need an orange to flavor the foie gras."

Her voice was gentle and charming, and she asked him very naturally.

Harry stared at her side face, inexplicably, he heard his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

In the fruit and vegetable shop, Vespa looked at the tall and thin teenager beside him, and felt that two more dishes might be added tonight.

When the two left, Harry Osborn held a large brown paper bag full of various fruits and vegetables in his arms, while Vespa walked beside him empty-handed.

Unexplainable, Harry's mood became very happy. Walking in the city of Oxford, he felt for the first time that the scenery of this ancient city was so charming.

Compared with the romance and openness of Cambridge, Oxford feels more conservative and heavy, but at this time, in the heart of the young Mr. Osborne, this ancient street is more romantic and lighter than the River Cam in Cambridge .

Of course Vespa didn't know what he was thinking. In fact, she had already walked into the seafood shop to pick out fresh mussels.

When Vespa finally picked out enough ingredients for dinner, her hands were still empty, because they were all in the hands of the tall and beautiful boy.

Vespa's apartment was in an old earth-yellow building. Looking forward from the street, dense spiers and neatly decorated capitals lined up in the distance, and her residence was one of them.

Elegant and refined, this bachelor apartment is small but not overcrowded, with beautiful details everywhere.

Vespa walked into the kitchen and took out fresh foie gras, mussels and chicken legs. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the boy standing beside her, "Do you want to help?"

Harry Osborn's eyes were fixed on her long hair, and he nodded subconsciously.

Vespa would not let go of the young cook he sent to his door, especially with such a beautiful appearance.

She poured the cleaned mussels into a glass vessel while filling it with water and placed it in front of Harry.

At the same time, he handed him a small silver knife, "Remove the beards of the mussels, but be careful not to scratch the shells of the mussels, otherwise the mussel soup will turn black."

Harry lowered his head obediently to handle the mussels, as serious as if he was operating a chemical experiment.

His fingers were slender and dexterous, like works of art. This was obviously his first time handling mussels, but Vespa was a little surprised by how quickly he mastered the technique.

While Harry handles the mussels, Vespa cooks chicken drumsticks with rosemary and bacon.

She marinated boneless chicken thighs, sautéed them with sliced ​​bacon, and then fried them with rosemary until golden.

The aroma of bacon combined with the special aroma of rosemary wafts away in an instant, making your index finger move.

Harry just looked at Vesper's side face, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to hug her from behind, the warm temptation made him unable to resist.

And Vespa is putting the fried chicken legs on the baking tray. After putting the rosemary on it, she sets the oven at [-] degrees for [-] minutes, and then puts the previously fried bacon on the bottom, and waits for a while to put it on and bake it. chicken drumsticks and you're done.

Her posture was relaxed, handling the ingredients with ease, and she didn't know the mental activities of the teenagers around her.

Harry handed her the processed mussels, and his voice was clear, "What else can I do, Chef Lind?"

Vespa pointed to the wine rack in the living room, "You can choose a bottle of white wine for me, and we'll use it to cook the mussels."

The corners of Harry's mouth curled into a charming curve. He liked the word us.

When Mr. Osborne went to choose white wine, Vespa had already chopped garlic and onion into the pot, cooked it with butter to make juice, she had just put thyme and bay leaves, and Harry had already chosen a bottle of white wine , walked back to her side.

As a pale and thin young man, Harry Osborn looked very pleasing to the eye even when he uncorked the wine bottle, which made Yan Dog Vespa very satisfied.

The pot was already boiling, Vespa took the wine from her hand and poured some.

Her fingers inevitably slipped across Harry's fingertips, and the touch made him feel a little hot to breathe.

The wine in the pot has evaporated, and the Vespa is added to the mussels and stewed. After 3 minutes, add the chopped parsley and light cream. After cooking for 2 minutes, it is ready to be taken out of the pot.

Harry felt that his breath was filled with the aroma of mellow wine and sweet mussels.

He looked at Vespa who was busy in the kitchen, and felt that she seemed to be shining with a soft light. Against her background, everything in this world seemed so dull.

And Vespa is cooking scallops with foie gras.

Among French cuisine, French fried foie gras is known as the world's three major delicacies, and the ingenious combination of foie gras and fresh shellfish is even more amazing, elegant and melts in the mouth.

She washed her hands and was wiping the excess sauce off the plate with a clean white napkin.

And Mr. Osborne's attention couldn't be diverted from this glamorous girl with a focused expression at all.

The faint light of the evening was revealed from the cracks in the scattered curtains, his charming eyes seemed to be condensing the tranquility before the storm, deep and meaningless.

Then Harry walked up behind Vespa and hugged her deeply.

He buried his face into Vespa's shoulder, and his warm breath was on her skin.

There was a certain sexy and mysterious scent of makeup on her body, which made his breath hot.

Vespa's body stiffened for a moment. Her reaction made Harry hug her even harder. He lowered his voice, looking obedient and soft, "... Vespa."

Vespa sighed, reached out and touched the top of his head.

"Ding--"

There was a slight sound from the oven, indicating that the baked chicken legs were finally ready to be baked.

Vespa cleared his throat, "Go and wash your hands, and take out that bottle of apple brandy from the wine cabinet."

Harry frowned, let go of his arms reluctantly, and then walked to the bathroom.

He stood in the bathroom, bent slightly and washed his hands. When he looked up at the vanity mirror, his eyes blinked slowly.

Harry wiped his hands, closed the door, and took off his shirt.

The shirtless young man has broad shoulders, but he is not muscular, nor is he pathologically thin, but very youthful and lean. He maintains normal fitness all the year round, and has not obtrusive but beautiful muscle curves.

Harry Osborn put his coat back on, and his expression was gloomy and brooding, inscrutable.

Harry was picking out the bottle of apple brandy from the wine rack when Vespa had put dinner all on the table.

The light golden liquid swayed into the crystal glass, the crystal bubbles burst in the air, and the mellow wine fragrance wafted over.

Vespa met his eyes, and he was pulling the seat for her, gracefully and charmingly.

He was standing behind his governess, and almost as soon as he got close to her, Harry felt a change in himself, and his breathing seemed to be difficult.

His eyes fell on Vespa like this, as if she were an incomparable work of art.

Vespa's long black hair was let down again, covering a part of her fair skin, but the strong contrast was even more confusing.

Her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her lips, and her neck were all moving. When Harry looked at her face, he deeply felt that God was never fair.

Vespa felt his hand resting on her shoulder, with some unknown warmth.

Harry Osborn's voice was clear, with a touch of nervous grace—

"Everything in the way has to be removed, which is a typical Osborn approach, but Vespa, when I face you, my heart is heavy and beating fast. I think it will eventually break into your heart."