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.

closer to her again, almost failing

to

However-

away from Florence’s lips, Ernest suddenly froze all his movements, unable to progress

passionate to solemn. He

wanted to make love to her, it

now, so he couldn’t be sure if he would be

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

be any regrets or

the defect

quite depressed, and

basin of cold water that was

couldn’t make love

stared at her deeply. His thin lips

do it in the evening.” The result would be known

would come to

her eyes instantly,

asked her

Rush?

tried her best to convince herself

as if she was anxious

in a hole on the ground. Immediately, she pushed Ernest away

took several steps and distanced herself

stammered, “Who... who is rushing? I... I didn’t do anything, did

lame. She looked away directly, turned around, and walked

going

quickly receding figure completely presented

escape. He didn’t remind her that there was

that she fled away because she was

stop her. Otherwise, she would find

fists tightly, suppressing

would know the

he needed was to wait. He needed

-

the study of

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