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

making love to

However-

Ernest

face changed from passionate to

love to

sure if he would be able to make her happy

the most perfect life, the happiest life, as well as the most

would be any regrets or defects in

to face it if the defect in her life was

depressed, and his mind

that was poured above his head, putting out

now, he couldn’t make love to her

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

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

would come to

it, Florence opened her eyes instantly, her face

asked her not to

Rush?

to convince herself and take the initiative to kiss

she was anxious to

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

steps and distanced herself from

stammered, “Who... who is rushing? I... I

so lame. She

I’m going

receding figure completely presented what was being defeated

that there was a

knew that she fled away

to stop her. Otherwise, she would find

his fists tightly, suppressing the chaotic feelings in his

know the

He needed

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of the

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