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.

hear Florence’s soft voice from behind as she wriggled, "I’ve

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

reason he did not want to make love

clothes when she slept during this

woman’s body behind him, Ernest's heart

low and

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

so lucky to have her who treated him sincerely and never

…

night was

other tightly in the dark tent. They clung to each other so tightly

and they could only fit into

not feel crowded

shoulder. She was a little

outline of his chin

"Ernest."

soft, very

responded softly over her head.

spoke with a very low, soft voice. There was some

"Will we die here?"

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

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

longer they walked, the

their backpacks

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

to mention they did not even know where to get

ten days, and the destination which awaited them at the front was a

no matter from behind

short moment of silence in the

admitting to the cruel fact and it

while, Ernest only spoke slowly from the top of

do you regret

Raflad, and losing their way here in

head and spoke firmly,

have come with Ernest, otherwise if he had suffered this himself, she would feel heartbroken even

rather suffer

slightly stiff. Her unswerving words were like a pot of boiling

It can melt everything,

tight, and kissed her hair

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