[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

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I feel like I've given my whole heart to someone who treats it like a flower in a buttonhole, a vanity ornament for a summer day Lecter Castle, Lithuania

The strong and ancient castle, silent in the modern hustle and bustle, hidden in the depths of the forest, has stood mysteriously for nearly five centuries.

In the quiet morning, the sapphire blue sky is cloudless, and the ancient castle casts bright light into it. Through the Gothic-style window prisms and colonnades, the mountain stream is lush and green, and the golden leaves dance gracefully with the wind.

Because it is close to forests and lakes, the air is filled with moist water vapor and the fragrance of pine wood. The tall floor-to-ceiling windows tighten the lake-green curtains, and only faint light shines in through the gaps.

And Vespa is lying on the gorgeous four-poster bed, sleeping sweetly.

After being admitted to the hospital in a coma due to a bad cold, Vespa's health quickly recovered, so he started the trip to Lithuania not long after.

Lithuania is located on the coast of the Baltic Sea. Hannibal has not returned to his former residence for many years, but he seems to be very familiar with everything here. He once spent the happiest childhood in his life here.

But the cruel experience afterwards turned him into a devil who returned to the world from hell.

He once thought that he would close his heart like this forever, and drown all his thoughts in the cruel darkness.

But who would have thought that such a little girl would appear in Hannibal Lecter's life, she squeezed into his heart bit by bit, making him unable to resist, and almost lost all his positions.

By the way, she has been relentlessly seducing him every minute and every second recently, which is really uncontrollable.

Hannibal gently pushed open the bedroom door. Unexpectedly, there was no one on the large four-poster bed at the moment, only the gorgeous curtains fluttered and swayed slowly in the breeze.

"I'm here, sir." The girl's sweet and frivolous voice came from the bathroom.

Outside the tall floor-to-ceiling windows of the bathroom, there are crystal clear and romantic blue lakes and lush forests, showing an atmosphere of isolation from the world.

Hannibal unscrewed the door of the bathroom, and saw Vespa half-lying in the bronze carved classical bathtub, holding a glass of beautiful champagne in his hand.

The transparent liquid in the bathtub did not provide enough cover, and her seductive body was looming, which made the heart beat faster.

Hannibal leaned against the door, wearing an ordinary shirt and trousers was charming enough, he was frowning slightly, "Drinking alcohol in the morning is a bad habit."

Unmoved, Vespa smiled at her guardian, "Help me, sir, as you used to do."

Hannibal's heartbeat suddenly missed a few beats, and his expression became more indifferent, showing an air of restraint, "You are already more than five years old, Miss Vesper Lind."

Vespa looked at him from the edge of the bathtub, "Is that why your heart beats so fast?"

Her smile is flirtatious, and she looks beautiful and evil, with a hint of nonchalant provocation.

Hannibal didn't seem to be moved at all, and approached her calmly, every step seemed to be measured, with incredible elegance.

He stood in front of the girl, focused his eyes on her face, and tried his best to ignore her looming beautiful body, "You really don't want to miss a moment to seduce me."

"But you are always unmoved, aren't you?" Vespa looked at her with dissatisfaction, her rosy and seductive lips were fascinating.

This damned little villain really tried his best to seduce him.

Vespa suddenly reached out and grabbed his shirt, grumpily trying to drag Hannibal into the bathtub, or at least get water stains on his too neat clothes.

But unexpectedly, she was easily held by the wrist by the other party, Hannibal raised his eyebrows, "I want to make trouble again."

Vespa snorted dissatisfiedly, then picked up the water splash with his other hand, wetting his neat white shirt a lot.

Hannibal smiled instead of anger, and in the next second, he had pulled the wayward girl out of the water. She was naked and forced to cling to him.

She was unbelievably soft, and that kind of touch was mind-blowing.

When Vesper was hugged horizontally in his arms, he was still yelling in dissatisfaction, "I'm cold, if I catch a bad cold again, all this is all your responsibility."

Hannibal wrapped her in the quilt. The dark green silk quilt set off her fair body, bringing a great visual difference, which made Hannibal feel a little hot.

He had a hard time remembering that he had come to ask her to have breakfast, and that the little bastard always made his head spin and he lost all thoughts.

Hannibal looked at the beautiful girl wrapped in the quilt, "Put on your clothes, you have to eat breakfast."

Vespa pouted, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said in a soft and sweet voice, "I want you to dress me, sir."

Hannibal's temples twitched, the rascal, he was going to die on her sooner or later.

On the classic four-poster bed, Vespa was sitting on the side of the bed, while Hannibal was putting on a shirt for her, and he could even hear her seductive breathing, with a certain kind of luscious allure.

When his fingers were fastening the buttons, they accidentally touched the girl's plump and sexy alluring curves. Vespa raised the corners of his mouth, breathing almost against his skin, "Be serious, sir."

When Hannibal finally got her fully dressed, sweat was almost dripping from his brow.

And Vespa jumped out of bed refreshed, "Hurry up, I'm starving to death."

Hannibal just wanted to slap her on the ass, the evil little devil!

In the restaurant of Lecter Castle, the rectangular solid wood dining table is paired with brown seats, which looks elegant and beautiful.

Vespa stepped on the long dark brown solid wood floor, thinking that he had returned to Europe in the fifteenth century.

The white patterned carpet was warm and comfortable, and under the warm lighting, Hannibal's resolute and handsome face seemed much softer.

Hannibal doesn't like too many people living in his residence. The servants of this castle usually come to tidy up at a certain time in the evening. At other times, there are only Vespa and Hannibal in the empty and grand castle. Two people, and today's breakfast was prepared by him himself.

In Lithuanian kitchens, ham, sausage and smoked pork are their traditional meat products, and their food style is close to Russian-style western food. Hannibal is familiar with Vespa’s food preferences, so he easily cooked a delicious breakfast for her .

But Vespa's appetite was not very good. After she ate a little perfunctorily, she was going to go for a walk by the lake.

She is a self-willed girl who is confident and pampered, Hannibal thought.

And her self-confidence is obviously the result of being indulged by her guardian Mr. Hannibal Lecter for many years.

For example, at this moment, facing the wayward little girl, Hannibal did not show any dissatisfaction, but followed her obediently to the lake on the side of the castle.

There is a soft reclining chair on the old wooden board by the lake, which is used for fishing or sunbathing.

Hannibal sat on it, watching Vespa take a leisurely walk by the lake, picking a few fragrant flowers by the way.

The flowers by the lake are lush and vibrant, just like his little girl.

After a while, Hannibal saw Vesper approaching him, holding a particularly beautiful flower wreath that just fit on his head.

Vespa pushed him down on the recliner, and knelt directly on his waist as hard as iron.

Hannibal watched the girl put the garland she just made on his head, then nodded in satisfaction, "Well, people are more delicate than flowers."

Hannibal stared at her white and slender neck, Vesper's attractive collarbone rose and fell with the breathing of his chest, which made him have the urge to put a kiss on it, he cleared his throat, "be decent, you really owe Discipline."

Vespa's white fingers touched his heart, feeling the almost stalled rhythm, and then her lips were almost pressed against Hannibal's ear, "Discipline? How to discipline?"

Hannibal stared at her with ice-colored gray-blue eyes, as if waves of evil were surging, "Put you in confinement, or... corporal punishment?"

The smile on the corner of Vespa's mouth was irritating, like a milk cat who ate a small dried fish, "I choose the latter."

Hannibal's palm was attached to her slender waist, and he moved down maliciously, "Oh? Who was the one who cried angrily last time?"

The dress on Vespa was a bit short, and when she knelt on Hannibal with her white legs apart, it was a dizzying feast for the eyes.

At this time, she was looking at the handsome psychologist with some dissatisfaction, "You are a hypocritical old liar."

Hmph, Hannibal Lecter looks like an elegant gentleman, but in fact he is paranoid and dark, he is simply synonymous with a well-dressed beast.

Hannibal looked at her with raised eyebrows, and rubbed his fingers ambiguously on her face. When the little girl wanted to escape in a bad temper, he suddenly rolled over and pressed her under him.

Although Hannibal didn't put all his strength on her, Vespa was still shrouded in the oppressive feeling from his body, and forgot to struggle for a moment.

His fingers penetrated into the girl's skirt, and the voice in her ear was low and seductive, "Since you always seduce me without restraint, you have to pay a price."

Vespa opened his eyes wide and looked at the man on him. His body was strong and tall, and he easily suppressed her.

What's more, Hannibal even pushed her leg away with his knee, "Don't worry, you know, no one will appear in this Lecter castle until evening."