[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with myow's blood.I will grow it with my song in the moonlight, nourish it with the blood of my heart.I do this, for no reason, just to make you a truly affectionate person. Little blond girl after a hot bath.

Not long ago, under the amazed eyes of many teachers and students of Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, Professor Hannibal Lecter held the little girl wrapped in a soft blanket in his arms, and walked gracefully but quickly to the parking lot , and then returned home as quickly as possible.

But the little girl who was super fierce and had a big temper today still didn't seem to calm down.

Even though Hannibal had explained to her that the so-called boarding school was an inexplicable oolong incident, the little Vespa girl still held her swollen belly and said nothing, her pale face made him feel very distressed.

Hannibal, who raised the little girl alone, was at a loss for her physical changes at the moment. At least when he bought tampons for Vespa a few minutes ago, he felt the embarrassment that hadn’t happened in many years. This is really incredible.

As a well-known psychologist, he is of course familiar with the characteristics of antisocial personality disorder represented by himself-high aggressiveness, lack of moral sense, and lack of shame.

Hannibal sat on the edge of the bed, patted the little girl's head, and said in a low voice with some helplessness, "Little villain, how could you believe that I'm going to send you to a boarding school?"

The wayward little girl has not calmed down yet, she puffed her face to avoid the touch of his fingers, and rubbed towards the inside of the bed, widening the distance from him.

Then he said unreasonably, "Anyway, you will abandon me sooner or later, you can go to that Ms. Brown."

Hannibal didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the small dent on his cheek turned into a charming dimple again, "Miss Vesper Amber Lynd, can you be reasonable, I don't even know her middle name."

The distending pain in the lower abdomen and the discomfort coming from below made Vespa's temper very bad today, "So you still want to know her middle name!"

Hannibal looked at her misty green eyes, her pale face was haggard and weak, and he sternly fired at him, but it made people feel completely reluctant to be angry at her.

Vespa was originally lying on his back on the bed. At this time, he deliberately lost his temper and wanted to turn over and not look at him, but Hannibal suddenly fixed his body with his palm. He didn't use much force, but it was enough to make a 11 The little girl couldn't move.

Vespa met his eyes in dissatisfaction, put his hands on his chest, and then began to complain first, "You want to use violence against me?"

"Violence?" Hannibal stared into her annoyed bright green eyes, "Who the hell threw the soft pillow on me?"

Today is an important milestone for the little girl to enter puberty, but the pain in the lower abdomen is so unbearable that Vespa even feels uncomfortable all over, inexplicably irritable and wants to cry.

"It's obviously because you're going to send me to boarding school..." The little girl choked up with grievances, her pale face was pitiful, and she wanted to turn her face away from him as she spoke.

Hannibal's big bony hand easily grabbed her cheek, so that the little girl could only be forced to look at him. His voice was gorgeous, with a hint of frustration, "Is it possible that an insignificant person is more credible than me?"

"You didn't even refute her!" Vespa's face was a little unhealthy flushed, and his voice seemed very insecure, and came muffled, "What doesn't matter? I'm afraid it won't take long before I will become the one who doesn't matter people."

The little girl shook her head, but she couldn't get rid of his control, and yelled irritably, "What's the big deal, I'll go back to France at worst."

"Vespa—"

Hannibal's voice became low and dangerously sharp, his breathing was so soft that he stared at his little girl sharply, "It's okay to lose your temper, but it's absolutely not allowed. Any mention of returning to France alone."

Vespa looked at the handsome face of the young man hanging above her, and suddenly cried aggrievedly, "You threatened me so severely, I knew that you must not like me."

Vespa obviously wants to impress the professor today, and let him know clearly that he must not offend female creatures who are menstruating.

Hannibal looked at the choking little girl, distressed and angry.

He caressed the girl's little face that was red from choking, "You have firmly occupied my only emotional position, and you even said such stupid things in a bad temper."

"You have a bad temper. Everyone in the Quaker school thinks I'm the friendliest girl." Vespa refuted him with misty eyes and a small face.

Hannibal was dumbfounded by her cute nonsense, "Okay, I'm grumpy, and my Miss Vespa is the friendliest girl in the world."

Vespa's eyes were red, like a rabbit, after being pampered by his willful anger, he began to act coquettishly and pretend to be pitiful again with ease.

The little girl sat up, stretched her arms around the handsome gentleman's neck, buried her face into his shoulder and muttered pitifully, "Don't leave me, sir."

Of course Hannibal knew that it was her acting like a baby and begging for mercy after she got angry.

Seeing her skillful appearance, she was playing tricks on people. Hannibal should have severely reprimanded her, but at this moment, he could only soften his heart.

He deliberately put on an indifferent expression, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice, "Miss Vesper Lind, look at your moody and willful appearance."

The little girl rubbed against his shoulder aggrievedly, "Stomach hurts, sir."

Hannibal yelled at the little girl who was acting coquettishly that she had a stomachache, and all his temper disappeared without a trace. He pursed his lips tightly and held the little girl in his arms.

Vespa deepened the hug with kindness. Anyway, she is an 11-year-old girl now, and she doesn't take advantage of it.

Her soft arms wrapped around Hannibal's neck, coquettishly whispering in his ears over and over again, clingy and endearing.

Hannibal patted her on the back tenderly, as he'd always done since she was a child.

He wrapped the little girl in the quilt again, hesitated for a second, and lay down beside her to comfort her.

But Vespa rolled over and buried him in his arms, with her beautiful side face almost pressed against his chest, and the sweet voice of the little girl rang in his ears, "Hug me, sir."

Hannibal sighed, "There's really nothing we can do about you, who can refuse you?"

He held the girl in his arms, and gently wrapped his arms around her back, but Vespa suddenly held his palm, and the warm touch made her subconsciously place Hannibal's palm on her lower abdomen.

The little girl leaned on his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Rub my belly."

Hannibal put his warm palm on her belly, deliberately teasing her, "Who said before that you can't touch a lady's belly casually."

Vespa frowned dissatisfiedly and looked up at him. Seeing that he was about to lose his temper again, he seemed to want to shake his palm away.

Unexpectedly, the small body was easily fixed by Hannibal Lecter.

He sighed, and his fingers gently slid across her delicate face, while the other palm gently helped her rub her stomach.

Hannibal looked at the capricious and willful little bastard in his arms. She was curled up with a small body, almost half of her body was pressed on him.

In his warm embrace, Vespa was drowsy. Before falling asleep, he suddenly said aggrievedly and obediently, "You said you would always be with me, sir."

Hannibal looked down at the beautiful and charming little girl in his arms, and sighed in a low voice, "Will you always think like this?"

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Vespa's first menstrual period was spent amid distending pain in the lower abdomen and the meticulous care of the professor.

When she regained her strength a few days later, she remembered the horse race that she had promised.

Hannibal finally breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the energetic little girl, although as an excellent professor of medicine, he knew clearly that her menstrual period would only weaken her immune system, make her tired and sleepy, and bring about some abdominal distension and pain.

But he was obviously a little bit concerned, and he was confused. In the past few days, he couldn't help worrying about the little girl who was particularly listless.

Look at this little devil, it made him so cowardly, so unmanly.

The Baltimore Racetrack is located in the northern suburbs of the city, not far from Hannibal's villa, and it only takes ten minutes to drive there.

Today is Sunday, and there are several lively races being held at the racecourse. Many Baltimore people who are keen on sports gambling will come to bet on every race. No matter whether the luck is good or bad, spend a little money and feel lucky in the racecourse It is also a good pastime to feel that the God of God is inseparable.

There are almost no bare places on the land of the racetrack, all covered by green grass, and the endless vegetation looks vast and vibrant under the sunlight.

In recent years, the racetrack and the related gambling industry are in a glorious era, and the horse racing culture is quite developed. This surging and passionate sport has attracted celebrities from all walks of life to participate in it.

Vespa looked at the upcoming match with great interest. She sat in Hannibal's arms and looked up at him slightly, "Did you help me bet on No. [-]?"

Hannibal's face was handsome, resolute and ruthless, like a Victorian marble statue, but his expression at this moment was tinged with connivance and doting, "I bet ten bets as you ordered, Miss Gambler. "

Vespa wrinkled his nose at him dissatisfied, "I wanted to use the reward I won to buy you a shirt, but now I don't have any."

The handsome psychologist raised his eyebrows, "You are really confident, and - even if No. [-] really wins, it seems that I have paid the principal."

As the starting gun fired on the field, the audience fell into cheers. Vespa sat in Hannibal's arms and looked at the galloping horses in front of him. At that time, there was an instant crowd of people cheering everywhere.

Vespa also couldn't help cheering along with the crowd.

Only 2 minutes of the process, but so exciting.

The uproar was still going on, and Vespa was going to the stables.

Vespa received a foal as a birthday present from Hannibal when he was six years old.

It was a purebred filly from England, and Vespa named her Darcy.

Darcy is petite, docile, and has a beautiful sorrel mane, and she's even descended from a world-record riding horse.

As a conscientious guardian, Mr. Hannibal Lecter was nothing short of exemplary.

Vespa stood outside the fence and looked at the pasture in the distance. Horses in twos and threes were scattered on the green grass. The scene in front of him was like a beautiful landscape painting.

The little girl tugged at Hannibal's sleeve, and left from the venue where the competition was being held, passed by rows of stables, and was about to lead Darcy out, but at the corner, she was suddenly carried into his arms by Hannibal, Go to the other side.

Vespa opened his eyes wide in surprise, pointing in the opposite direction, "Darcy is over there—"

Hannibal walked gracefully and calmly, and looked at her with slightly raised eyebrows, "But Albert is in the stable in this direction."

"—Albert?" The little girl hesitated.

The handsome gentleman who arrived at his destination stopped, let the little girl stand in front of him, and he put his hands on Vespa's shoulders, "Your new partner - he is a beautiful and strong boy."

Vespa looked at the tall and strong black thoroughbred horse in the stable. Its muscles were long and protruding, and its limbs were long and powerful. At this time, its neck was raised high, and its black mane was shiny, and its appearance vividly showed a typical With the characteristics of a fast horse, you can be sure that this is a very good British thoroughbred horse just by looking at it briefly.

Vespa turned around in surprise, and then jumped into Hannibal's arms, his voice was full of sweet joy and surprise, "Sir, he is a full-grown horse!"

His little girl was going through her first transition from a girl to a teenage girl, and maybe a thoroughbred would be a nice souvenir.

Hannibal looked at the smile on the little girl's face with satisfaction, and lifted Vespa up with both hands effortlessly.

The more handsome Hannibal looked at her, his voice teasing, "Finally I can please you, don't lose your temper with me."

Vespa put his hands on his chest and snorted softly, his voice was soft, sweet and capricious, "I won't lose my temper."