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.

to her again, almost

desire of making love to her

However-

he was only a few millimeters away from Florence’s lips, Ernest suddenly froze all his movements, unable to progress

passionate to solemn.

he wanted to make love to

sure if he would be able to make

wanted to give her the best in the world, including the most

any

the defect in

quite depressed, and

was like a basin of cold water that was poured

make love to

her deeply. His thin lips bypassed hers, falling next to

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

would come to

eyes instantly, her face becoming extremely

her

Rush?

to her now, so she tried her best to convince herself and take

as if she was anxious to

wished to bury herself in a hole on the ground. Immediately, she pushed Ernest away and stood up from

took several steps and

“Who... who is rushing? I... I didn’t

explanation was so lame. She looked

quite thirsty. I’m going

quickly receding figure completely presented what was being defeated

her that there

away because she was shy and

stop her. Otherwise, she would

fists tightly, suppressing

they would know the

He needed

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study of

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