Once she pulled him into the carriage, Nalant naturally could not escape the fate of being pinned against the wall.
But as an old hand, how could he possibly chicken out?
He immediately turned the tables.
He seized the sneak attacker firmly and began his counterattack with everything he had learned in his life.
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Only when the attacker could no longer endure his counterattack did she finally shove him away with a flushed face.
"Hehe, Natasha, why did you stop?"
Only then did Nalant grin and ask.
"Hmph, how do you know it was me? What if there was someone else in the carriage?"
A cold snort came from her, clearly indignant at having been defeated.
"Natasha, if I could even mistake your scent, would I still be Nalant?"
Nalant replied to Natasha with a grin.
"How would I know? Maybe you're more familiar with Stella's scent!" Natasha remained sharp-tongued and icy.
"Natasha, saying that really hurts me!"
"You and Stella hold exactly the same place in my heart, and I promise that I'll give you an equally grand wedding in the future!"
"Of course, you definitely don't believe me when I say that now."
"That's true. It's all my fault. I was too greedy!"
As he spoke, Nalant put on an expression of a heartless man drowning in remorse.
Natasha immediately grew nervous at the sight.
"Nalant, don't be like this. I was only joking!"
"I'm not angry with you. I chose this willingly!"
Natasha hurriedly wrapped her arms around Nalant's arm, constantly soothing him.
"Really? You're not angry with me anymore?"
Only then did Nalant look into Natasha's beautiful eyes.
"I'm not angry anymore. As long as I can be with you, I'm already