A gunshot marriage?

That meant making love to her before marrying her.

Florence wondered if they would do it soon...

Feeling so shy, Florence was about to push away Ernest. However, the possibility that Ernest might have lost his birth ability reminded her. Her hands were stiffened.

If Ernest truly had lost his birth ability, he wouldn’t only face the punishment from the Turner family, but also her parents would never agree with her to be with Ernest.

There would be more obstacles between them.

However, if she could be pregnant with Ernest’s baby, all the difficulties between them would become bubbles, which could vanish soon.

In that case, they could have the gunshot marriage smoothly.

That was the most perfect future that Florence could imagine.

While Florence was thinking of that, her struggling hands grabbed Ernest’s gently.

Looking at his handsome face that was so close to her, she blushed, plucked up all her courage, leaned forward, and kissed his thin lips.

Ernest suddenly stiffed. He looked at Florence who changed so abruptly.

Florence’s eyes twinkled. Biting her bottom lip, she closed her eyes.

She was nestling in his arms just like a beautifully blossomed flower that was willing to let Ernest pick up.

Ernest gazed at her. His eyes instantly became quite deep as if they were deep pools.

His breath seemed to be ignited in an instant, becoming heated and heavy as if it would burn them both into ashes.

They were alone in the room, willing to make love to each other.

Everything was just right.

He would pick up this flower.

His suppressed physical desire suddenly boiled to the extreme. The beast that was restrained in his body roared, wanting to eat Florence alive.

her again, almost failing to

to her almost ruined his

However-

from Florence’s lips, Ernest suddenly

face changed from passionate to solemn. He

love

about his health condition now, so he couldn’t be sure if he would be able

to give her the best in the world, including the most perfect life, the happiest life, as well as the most

there would be any regrets

the defect

depressed, and his mind

water that was poured above his head,

he couldn’t make

deeply. His thin lips

her ear, “Florence, don’t rush. We can do it in the evening.” The

would come to

her eyes instantly, her face becoming

her not

Rush?

to convince herself and take

felt as if she was anxious to

to bury herself in a hole on the ground.

steps and distanced herself from

“Who... who is rushing? I...

Ernest’s deep eyes, she realized that her explanation was so lame. She looked away directly,

going to grab something to

quickly receding figure completely presented what was

her that

she fled away because she was shy and

too depressed to stop her. Otherwise, she would find what was wrong

suppressing

would know the result from

wait. He needed to

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of the

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