My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence suddenly blushed and she was so embarrassed she wanted to push him away.

What did he mean she was anxious in having sex with him? Hello?

Did he not know who was the one pouncing on her, kissing her and touching her all over her body just now?

No, it was not the time to argue about this.

Still grabbing Ernest's shirt tightly with her fingers, Florence said in a low voice, "Today is the third day, we..."

We have to have sex.

Ernest's look turned gloomy, but he still wore a composed smile.

His voice was gentle and calm. "It’s okay if we don’t have sex once. I won't get sick. Don't worry."

He had always been very persuasive. With his indifferent look, she nearly believed him.

Yet how would she risk his life?

What if he got sick if they did not have sex this time?

They were in a bad situation and there were no doctors. They would be unable to gain control of the disease at all upon onset, and no one would dare to contemplate how serious the result will be.

"I don't care. You have to sleep with me today."

Florence gritted her teeth and was very assertive.

Ernest was stunned when he heard her. He looked at her with a mixed expression.

With a hoarse voice, he spoke with great difficulty, "Florence, do you know what you are talking about?"

His expression became a little dejected, "You look like a prostitute who is thirsty of sex."

“…”

Florence’s face flushed. She was enraged and shy. She wanted to cover her face and straightaway hide under the quilt, never coming out again.

Who is she doing this for? For whom?!

She was really angry that she wanted to leave him alone.

Seeing Florence looking so angry that she wanted to strangle him, Ernest once again suppressed the lust inside him.

He stood up and was ready to go out of the tent when she was angry.

But as he just took one step, Florence stretched out her arms around his waist and hugged him. Her soft body clung tightly to his back.

Ernest's body froze.

she wriggled,

each other for warmth, we can only warm each other more if we don't wear anything. If you hold me

want to make love was because he was afraid that

take off her clothes when she slept during this weather, let alone she had to take off

the softness of the woman’s body behind him, Ernest's heart beat fiercely,

low and slow,

were too many things he wanted to say, but that was the only word he

to have her who treated him sincerely and never

…

was

clung to each other so tightly that there

and they could only fit into the small space when they

not

Ernest's strong shoulder. She was a

see the outline of his

"Ernest."

a soft,

immediately responded softly over her

low, soft voice. There was some uneasiness that could not be concealed in her

"Will we die here?"

When they were in such an environment,

walking in the snow, she saw only boundless snow and

longer they walked, the more tired

their backpacks could

such a place with no way out, the more she felt that it was impossible for them to walk out

not even

them at the front was a small country called Raflad which they had no idea how far

matter

there was a short moment of silence in

be Ernest admitting to the cruel fact and it

Ernest only spoke slowly from the top of her

do you

to find Raflad, and losing their way here in the end which could even make her lose her

her head and spoke

otherwise if he had suffered this himself, she would feel

rather

like a pot of boiling

It can melt everything,

hugged her tight, and kissed her hair

we are heading to is Raflad.