[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Scamperingaboutinaslipisononewaytoshedoldskin.ButwillembragfreelovebeeasyasflingingoffapairofFendiflats.

Jumping around in your underwear is a great way to shed old skin, but is a free-spirited relationship as easy as taking off your Fendi shoes?

Vespa doesn't have to worry about being sent to prison for the time being, because a scream in her ear is enough to make tonight even more chaotic.

Outside the heavy wooden door of the wine cellar that was suddenly opened, stood the butler of the woodland hall, Galian, and the captain of the guard. Oh, behind them were several elf guards in silver armor.

The immortal elves have always had an elegant demeanor. They look like a primitive natural atmosphere, just like the trees in the forest. The light floating feeling looks very ethereal, but in fact, the thoughts flashing in the minds of the elves at this time have nothing to do with ethereal elegance.

——"I have known for a long time that this female spirit has evil intentions towards the king!"

——"Our bad-tempered king didn't punish her at all!"

——"It's not fair! Last time I was punished to patrol the jungle just because I stole the king's wine!"

——"It turns out that the king is also a person who looks at his face! How superficial!"

——"My God! Your Majesty won't realize that we are here to steal wine!"

Vespa had already sat back at the table gracefully, with a particularly natural smile on her face, as if the sperm who had just been raped was not her.

On the other hand, Thranduil looked at the elf squad in front of him with a stern expression. The slightly grayish-purple silver robe on his body revealed a cold aura, and his long silver hair hung down his broad shoulders. Noble and elegant, it also reveals a certain gorgeousness and a strong sense of command.

When the wine-stealing squad was frightened by the Elf King's eyes and disappeared instantly, Vespa was still in the mood to stare at the neckline of his robe—it was a wide collar, which looked unspeakably sexy , but at the same time with an ascetic temperament.

——Damn, this thousand-year-old spirit is really deadly.

She really wanted to tear the collar off...

Thranduil noticed her gaze. Is this damn female species an elf?Shouldn't the Vatican elves be more abstinent and indifferent?

The flesh of the elves has always been dominated by their will, and it is rare for them to obey their fleshly desires, but are often subject to their natural restraint and firmness.

But the blond elf in front of him was clearly an outlier.

He pulled out the sword with a deterrent "swipe". It was a beautiful and threatening sword. It was made of a whole piece of the most indestructible fine steel in the Zhongzhou Continent. There is a sense of seriousness and rusticity, the hollow and filigree carvings wrap around the handle like vines, and the exquisiteness is like an unparalleled work of art.

But Vespa would not doubt the sharpness of this magical weapon. She stepped back obediently, then blinked, and asked sincerely, "How many sharp things like this do you have on your body? Of course, I mean Something other than your pointy ears?"

Most of the ornaments on his body are gorgeous and sharp, such as the majestic crown on his head, entwined with thorny elderberry and oak leaves, which looks gorgeous and arrogant, as if embodying supreme prestige and power.

But combined with his indifferent expression, it reveals a seemingly unfriendly gesture.

Not only is the crown sharp, but Thranduil's gorgeous robe highlights his slender and tall at the same time, the pointed sleeves, neckline and shoulders also reflect that sharp beauty.

With a sense of wildness and danger, he is more serious and cruel while being beautiful. Even the ring is in the form of twining vines, which makes him beautiful, cruel and elusive.

All in all - dangerous and fascinating.

And Thranduil gave her a gloomy look, and said harshly, "If you are not satisfied with the dungeon, I can order the guards to throw you into the deep mountain occupied by Golden Smaug."

Vespa: ...Such a handsome man has such a bad character... No, he is a "fine" product.

Of course, she didn't believe that the Elven King would feed her to the dragon if he was dissatisfied. Thranduil was a responsible king, brave and wise, focused on the overall situation, and effectively defended his race and kingdom.

Even if the Elf King always seems to choose to coolly sit on the sidelines, content in a corner.

Moreover, because she clearly distinguishes you from me, she is often considered selfish by foreigners, but it also makes it difficult for the dark forces from the outside world to invade the kingdom of elves. In the books she has read, Thranduil is even more powerful in battle. He is brave and fearless, and he takes the lead in the face of danger.

"I don't believe your threats," Vespa stared at him sincerely. "You love the woodland kingdom and the elves, and your benevolent kingship obviously won't act like that."

The elf king who was praised and praised slightly raised his head and gave her a majestic sideways glance. His face was filled with arrogance, aloofness and conceit. He was beautiful and self-willed. He said in a low voice, "You should listen to the creatures outside the woodland kingdom. As for my evaluation, they think that I am greedy, stingy, hot-tempered, cruel, drunk, and warlike."

Vespa raised his eyebrows angrily, "These guys! They are blind at such a young age!"

Thranduil: ... She looks so united, isn't it a bit inappropriate for him to scold her again?

The Elf King cleared his throat, put away his sharp sword and stood up slowly. His tall figure seemed to make the wine cellar look a lot shorter. His gestures and gestures were full of kingly demeanor, the aristocratic temperament that seemed to be calm at any time It's just so fast.

Vespa: "...where are you going to abandon me?"

Thranduil's silver robe looked cold and repulsive, he looked at her with a slight frown, and the cold words came out from his thin lips unhurriedly, with a sarcastic tone, "Do you want to go back to my palace to sleep? "

Vespa blinked, "Okay."

Thranduil: "..."

Is she sick? !Was the thing she used to think in her mind eaten by the fire dragon? !

Vespa quickly stood up and grabbed his sleeve, "You kissed me, you have to be responsible to me."

The Elf King squeezed out a few words, "You started it first."

Vespa shrugged, "But when it comes to the mid-to-late stages, you are obviously very committed, and you played well against the guest."

Suddenly the Elf King wanted to draw his sword again, for she was harder than a thousand orcs.

Vespa tugged at his sleeve and shook it, his voice was pitiful, "I don't want to live in a dungeon."

"—Who said you were going to be thrown into a dungeon?" Thranduil raised his voice slightly indifferently, but he didn't pull the sleeve out of her hand, "The woodland hall is huge and spacious, so it won't be able to accommodate you like this A thin, stupid elf."

Vespa was slender and slender, but she did look a little thinner in front of the tall Thranduil. Hell, she was two inches taller than the average French woman at five feet five inches, okay?

And he was almost over seven feet with boots and crown, which is really heartbreaking.

Vespa lowered his head and cast his eyes on his gorgeous robe. The noble and elegant brocade fabric has patterns of leaves and vines and thorns, which looks complicated and exquisite, fully showing his kingly temperament.

Thranduil glanced at her expressionlessly. This crazy girl "spirit" looked pitiful, like a kitten worried about being abandoned. There was a faint sadness covering her, which even made people The misunderstanding worried whether she was weeping silently.

cry?Come on, Vespa was just thinking - the onyx ring on his hand looks really valuable...

And those black gems and amethysts, they look really expensive...

And when she was taken to the bedroom by the Elven King, she was still thinking about how much wealth he possessed. No wonder the original book said that he was conceited and pursued a luxurious life.

My king is simply the richest and the richest.

But when he grows up to be like an Elf King, he deserves to be forgiven for everything he does!

Isn't it just buying, buying, beautiful, beautiful?Couldn't be more correct!Of course the king must dress up carefully!Otherwise it is simply a waste of resources!It's heartbreaking!

Our Yangou heroine is crazy again...

As an elf king who pays more attention to the enjoyment of material desires, Thranduil's bedroom is magnificent, but it is not the magnificence of human society, but is full of elegant and ethereal atmosphere while being gorgeous.

And our beautiful elf king, looking at a lady's silk nightgown by the bed, turned blue. It must be the fault of the butler Galian. Pajamas, Vespa must have thought he had ordered them in advance!

What the hell has he seen!Why did you bring her back to the bedroom!

Vespa, who successfully entered the Elf King's bedroom, reversed his pitiful posture just now, and casually picked up his white pajamas and entered the cubicle of the bedroom.

And the Elf King who was tricked: ... Is it too late to drive her out now?

It seems impossible, because the housekeeper Galian who always likes to drink the wine of the Elven King secretly prepared a very thin white suspender silk nightdress for her.

... He probably hopes that his king will end his virgin career tonight, um, a virgin who is thousands of years old.

Those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

Thranduil sat on the luxurious throne that was also carved into antlers in the bedroom, looked at Vespa in front of him, and secretly decided to send Galian to deal with the annoying dwarves.

She was wearing an extremely close-fitting silk pajamas, her plump breasts stretched the fabric tightly, her waist was so slender that she couldn't grasp it, and her snow-white skin seemed to be shining with a creamy luster.

What's worse, she was looking at Thranduil, and didn't notice that the shoulder straps of the pajamas slipped off. The thin white straps were hanging down her arms, revealing the white undulations on her chest.

And she didn't seem to notice anything, and she came forward and knelt on his lap. Thranduil was still wearing a crown and a luxurious robe that reached the ground, and Vespa on him only had this frivolous of rags.

This extreme difference shows a certain strange tension.

She has a special fragrance, mysterious and alluring, glamorous and dangerous, bringing a fatal attraction.

Thranduil couldn't even push her away, the rags on her body were in danger of being exposed in a random movement, and the elegant and precious Elven King obviously wouldn't do such frivolous things.

But unfortunately, he met Vesper, the beautiful girl had already reached his neckline with her fingers, and then she approached Thranduil and whispered in Thranduil's ear——

"I've been wanting to tear them apart for a long time."