"This..." At that moment, Nalant was stunned by Natasha's astonishing words.
If it had been that afternoon, Natasha had merely wanted to leave behind a beautiful memory before being "confined," to fulfill a small wish.
But now that the shackles binding her were gone, she still said such things. Nalant truly did not know how to answer.
As a modern man, in his previous life, he probably could only have met a woman so understanding, so delightfully charming, who loved him without demanding responsibility, in his dreams.
Should I refuse?
Or gladly accept?
Would this be too scummy?
What would happen if Stella found out?
For a moment, Nalant found himself wavering as well.
"Natasha, calm down..." Nalant wanted to say something.
"Don't talk, Nalant. I want you..." With that, Natasha threw caution to the wind, her red lips pressing directly against Nalant's...
Then, the school bus headed for kindergarten welded its doors shut again, turned onto the highway, and sped up to one hundred and eighty miles an hour.
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A fierce and exhilarating battle lasted until dawn... no, it should have been more than one battle. In any case, even Nalant himself could not remember how many there had been.
By dawn, even he, a Silver Knight, was clutching his aching waist, feeling as if his body had been drained dry.
Natasha, on the other hand, had a rosy blush on her face and a smile blooming like a flower. After a night of indulgent battle, not only was she not tired, she was more energetic than ever.
"Nalant, when are you planning to return to your territory?" The arrival of dawn meant they would have to part.
And after this parting, who knew when they would meet again? Natasha's reluctance was plain to