This kiss lasted for over a minute.
Of course, that was only because Stella had taken the initiative to push Nalant away. Otherwise, they might have broken some kind of world record.
As for why Stella pushed Nalant away, it was because this old pervert had made far too many instinctive moves.
How could Stella possibly submit? Holding hands and kissing were already the first things she had ever willingly done with a man in her twenty years of life. The moment she sensed the attack, she immediately snapped out of her dazed passion, shoved Nalant away, and glared at him with a face full of embarrassment and anger.
Yet Nalant wore an innocent expression.
"You pervert!" Stella gritted out.
"Uh, Stella, that was just instinctive! I didn't do it on purpose!" Nalant once again pretended to be innocent.
"Heh!" Stella gave a frosty sneer.
Well then!
It seemed this girl was truly angry!
Nalant could tell from that expression that things were getting rather serious.
Of course, it was also because he had been too impulsive.
Stella had a different personality from Natasha's. In the past, she had avoided even ordinary contact with men whenever possible, so if he wanted to build a fortress, he would definitely need to guide her patiently and make thorough preparations.
It was no surprise that she had reacted this way to a sudden ambush.
Fortunately, as a transmigrator, Nalant was quite adept at coaxing girls.
The next moment, Nalant pretended to rummage through his clothes, then a pearl appeared in his palm—the Spraying Pearl.
"Stella, this is for you!" Nalant smiled as he held out the pearl.
The frost remained on Stella's face, but her gaze fell upon it.
"Stella, do you remember the fountain statue in my little town when you visited