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, and I

each other more if we don't wear anything. If you hold

to make love

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

him, Ernest's heart beat fiercely, faster and

was low and

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

treated

…

was long

They clung to each other so tightly that there was no a single gap

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

did not feel crowded

shoulder. She was a little tired, but she still stubbornly opened her

outline of

"Ernest."

soft,

immediately responded softly over her head.

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

"Will we die here?"

destroying a person’s mental defense. When they were in such

the day, when they were walking in the snow, she saw only boundless snow and mountain

longer they walked, the more tired they

food they brought in their backpacks could only last a few

no way out, the more she felt that it was impossible for them to walk out of the

not even know where

seeing snowy mountains as they drove for more than ten days, and the destination which awaited them at the front was a

road seemed endless no matter from behind or

a short

to be Ernest admitting to the cruel fact and it

a long while, Ernest only spoke slowly from the top of

you

after him to find Raflad, and losing their way here in

head and spoke firmly, "I

he had suffered this himself, she would

rather

like a pot of boiling hot water

It can melt everything,

and kissed

are heading to is Raflad. I'm not sure how many days it will take to get there, but I promise we