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.

Florence’s soft voice from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine, and I won’t

other more if we

did not want to make love was because he was afraid that she would

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

behind him, Ernest's heart

voice was low and slow,

wanted to say, but that was the only word he could

so lucky to have her who treated him

…

night was

hugging each other tightly in the dark tent. They clung to each other so tightly that there was no a

sleeping bag, and they could only fit into the small space when they held each

not feel

strong shoulder. She was a

see the outline of his chin in the

"Ernest."

gave a soft, very soft

softly over her head.

There was some uneasiness that could not be concealed in her

"Will we die here?"

they were in such an environment, Florence's thought which she

saw only boundless snow and mountain peaks. After going past a mountain, there would be another.

walked, the more tired they

food they brought in their backpacks could only last

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

even know where to get out of

mountains as they drove for more than ten days, and the destination which awaited them at the front was a small country called Raflad which they had no idea how

road seemed endless no matter from behind or

was a short moment of silence

Ernest admitting to the cruel fact

only spoke slowly from

you regret

she regret coming after him to find Raflad, and losing their way here in the end which could even make her lose

her head and spoke

to have come with Ernest, otherwise if he had suffered this himself,

would rather suffer

like a pot of

It can melt everything,

and kissed her hair

are heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how many days it will take to get