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.

soft voice from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve taken medicine,

other more if we don't wear anything.

knew the reason he did not want to make love was because he was afraid that she would feel

this weather, let alone she had to take off all her

behind him, Ernest's heart beat

voice was low and slow,

were too many things he wanted to say,

so lucky to have her who treated him sincerely

…

was long

They clung to each other

only fit into the

they did not feel crowded

strong shoulder. She was a

the outline of his chin in

"Ernest."

gave a soft,

softly over her head.

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

"Will we die here?"

a person’s mental defense. When they were in such an environment, Florence's

only boundless snow and

walked, the more tired

their backpacks could only last a few

the more she felt

even know where to get out of

here, they had kept on seeing snowy 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 far

no matter from

spoke, there was a short moment

seemed to be Ernest admitting to the cruel fact and it made

Ernest only spoke slowly from

do you regret

their way here in

shook her head and spoke

if he had suffered this himself, she

rather

words were like a pot

It can melt everything,

tight, and

compass can still be used. The direction we are heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how many